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“This is your copy of Advanced Potion-Making, is it, Potter?鈥�
鈥淵es,鈥� said Harry, still breathing hard.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e quite sure of that, are you, Potter?鈥�
鈥淵es,鈥� said Harry, with a touch more defiance.
鈥淭his is the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that you purchased from Flourish and Blotts?鈥�
鈥淵es,鈥� said Harry firmly.
鈥淭hen why,鈥� asked Snape, 鈥渄oes it have the name 鈥楻oonil Wazlib鈥� written inside the front cover?鈥�
Harry鈥檚 heart missed a beat. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 my nickname,鈥� he said.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling.

I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try asking her?"

A few people laughed; Harry caught sight of Seamus's eye and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.

Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor house for your cheek, Potter.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“But I don鈥檛 think I鈥檝e ever known such a natural at Potions!鈥� said Slughorn. 鈥淚nstinctive, you know 鈥� like his mother! I鈥檝e only ever taught a few with this kind of ability, I can tell you that, Sybill 鈥� why even Severus 鈥斺€�
And to Harry鈥檚 horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“Orange, Longbottom.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“I understood something then. My sister might be twice the goddess I was, but I was twice the witch. Her crumbling trash could not help me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“In a town in Calabria, a long time ago, there lived an old lady everyone called Strega Nona, which meant "Grandma Witch".”
― Tomie dePaola, Strega Nona

“There's no mistaking what kind of potion I need. Caffeine - for alertness and rejuvenation.”
― Amy Alward, Madly

“In the pre-war era when itinerant home-remedy salesmen still wandered the country, they had a traditional patter for selling a potion that was supposed to be particularly effective in treating burns and cuts. A toad with four legs in front and six behind would be placed in a box with mirrors lining the four walls. The toad, amazed at its own appearance from every angle, would break into an oily sweat. This sweat would be collected and simmered for 3,721 days while being stirred with a willow branch. The result was the marvelous potion.
When writing about myself, I feel something like that toad in the box.”
― Akira Kurosawa, Something Like an Autobiography

“Take this drink as a token of
my disrepute and spin that hay tonight and tomorrow it will be shining golden bright in whatever heavy delirious weave you wish to make.”
― Initially NO, Wolfing it down

“Well, I may be terrible at some things, but creating destructive potions by mistake when trying to create something else happens to my specialty.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Blood

“The kitchen can be a sacred space. Where magic is created, whether it's mixing up a potion, or baking a cake for friends. The whole process is part of this spell - intention being just as important as the ingredients! The Kitchen Witch keeps a warm and happy home infused with magic.”
― Sarah Robinson, The Yoga Witch Cook Book: Tempting Recipes to Celebrate the Magic to be found in the Kitchen

“Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pause with a look of confusion.
"What is that potion?" Simon asked.
Kate stared as the two undead things began to shuffle forward again. She glanced into her purse. "Damn it! That was my perfume.”
― Clay Griffith, The Undying Legion

“You really shouldn鈥檛 drink potions if you don鈥檛 know what they do. - Aunt Polly”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Better Haunts and Garden Gnomes

“Dan盲e believed not a wisp or whiff of the forerunner鈥檚 history, whose fame was incanted in his name, Andracos Dranias, and his sensuously pallid wife, Oleandra, her ophidian slither of a walk, the records indicated, likened to a seductive serpent, her long tinseled curls to a she-devil鈥檚 madness, and her scent to paralytic potions.”
― F Voutsakis

“Take this drink as a token of my disrepute and spin that hay tonight and tomorrow it will be shining golden bright in whatever heavy delirious weave you wish to make.”
― Initially NO, Wolfing it down

“It's only by becoming familiar with poisons that you can make the best antidotes.”
― Aprilynne Pike, Destined

“For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“They had spent whole summers collecting other ingredients from the forest鈥� micah, chalk, the resin of a pine tree, lichen, some wax, and a drop of dew. After a long and belabored search, Penelope had even discovered some locust wings in the piles of dust beneath her father鈥檚 unkempt desk. She had been mixing strange scientific and alchemical potions with her father for as long as she could remember.”
― Sarah C. Patten, The Measure of Gold

“His heartbeat quickened as a rush of endorphins coursed through his system. He groaned as light beams brimmed beneath the surface of his skin and bokeh bubbles flashed in his field of vision.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Maiden 2

“He had some old lumps of sugar put away under the carpet. He took out one of these and carefully opened the bottle. The mixture had a warm, rich smell, like the smell of green bracken on a very hot day. 'I must be very careful of this,' he thought. He dropped three drops onto a lump, popped it into his mouth, and restoppered the vial. A glow went through him, as though he were sucking the loveliest peppermint ever made. He hid the vial in a mouse hole in the skirting board behind the valance, and then stood up. He felt a pepperminty feeling go tingling along his toes, and lo, he looked at his toes and could not see them, nor his legs, nor his pajamas. And though he looked at himself in the glass, he was not there; he was invisible. 'I say, what fun,' he said.”
― John Masefield, The Midnight Folk