"Of course they have," Peyton answered. "All the time, actually. Off the top of my head, the Shriveling Potion calls for the brewer to crack the egg into the cauldron. You won't find an actual Ashwinder inside, though, because remember Immobulus causes the egg to cease to function in its natural way. So a frozen egg never really produces much of anything outside of what any other egg would produce."



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...and with that, it was time to draw things to a close. "Time's up, class. Clean up after yourselves and put any remaining Ashwinder eggs into a jar. Remember to label your jar, because...well, you're going to need to know whose is whose," she forewarned. "I'll extinguish the fires myself after class is dismissed."

"Now, I have a bit of a surprise for you," she announced. Well, the ones with a little sense to them would consider it a surprise. The lazy ones likely wouldn't. She had no sympathy at all for the last group. "You did the work, so you'll reap the benefits. In other words, I'm going to give you an opportunity to make a real profit from the eggs you've collected. You've seen the payment centers around the castle. I'm sure you can find at least some use for a little extra money in your pockets."

"For homework, I'm taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend. I'll have a little center set up where you can sell your eggs to the villagers. Whatever you make is yours to keep," she said. "All ages are welcome to attend, and you don't need a regular parental permission slip like you normally do. That's because this is a school function, and you'll be coming and going with a school professor. I'll post details on your common room bulletin boards and on my own notice board."

"After you clean up, you're dismissed," she said.