 17 – Cauldron
The cauldron was bubbling madly, much to Neville’s dismay. Everyone else’s was perfectly simmering. Why did he have to have such a hard time with potion-making?
Fighting back the urge to cry, he added a sprinkle of gurdyroots. They didn’t help. Instead, they exploded his cauldron, spraying him with sticky fluid.
“Longbottom! Go to the washroom and clean yourself up!” Snape commanded, cleaning up the mess with his wand.
Whimpering, Neville dashed out. As he reached the washroom, he spotted Luna, who looked at him with a startled expression.
“Don’t even ask,” he mumbled, hiding his sticky face from her.
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