CHAPTER TEN
“I never thought I’d see the day when you’d be persuading us
to break rules,” said Ron. “All right, we’ll do it. But not toenails,
okay?”
“How long will it take to make, anyway?” said Harry as Her-
mione, looking happier, opened the book again.
“Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon
and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days . . . I’d
say it’d be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients.”
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