THE POTIONS MASTER

There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with the red hair."

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory

the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe

to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors

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