Professor Connell looked out at the various pairs of students, thinking.
"Class is dismissed," she called out, suddenly. "Please put a sample of your finished potions in a glass beaker, and put it on that shelf," she gestured to a cabinet on her right. "And, Ms. Rivedy, please bring up your potion to my desk so that I can tally up the points that you house will receive, or, if circumstances warrant it, lose."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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