In a flurry of movement and a cacophony of varying noises of alarm, Neville Longbottom’s cauldron explodes with a rattle that makes the walls tremble. His potion splatters across the workstations and floor, the viscous fluid hissing and steaming into the damp air of the dungeons.
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@snoosniksnlmxxxThe heavy oak door to the Room of Requirement swung shut behind them with a soft, final thud. The air in the vast, high-ceilinged chamber was still, waiting.
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