Chapter 79 – Dueling (1)
"Was it from Slytherin's book?" I asked the moment we were back in our room, the clock's arms already passing by midnight.
"Yeah, and I, luckily, failed to create it perfectly!" Quincy answered while undressing behind a room divider, throwing her clothes at the top of it.
"Wait... what does that mean?!" I asked, feeling my eyes twitch, listening to her somewhat embarrassed voice.
"Well, I knew it wouldn't work out on the first try, so I wasn't that worried! But... if I had done it perfectly, the smell of the poisons would also affect wizards! It wasn't made to deal with muggles but with... guests that Slytherin didn't appreciate. I simply won because Flamel thought it was an original recipe! I am more worried about his girls..."
"I never heard about something like their concoction."
"I read about it!" She continued, sticking her head out behind the divider, looking at me, and turning deep red as I was also in the middle of undressing.
"And?" I asked, unbothered by it, standing in my underwear, looking for my pajamas.
"It is an old punishment drink, as they called it in medieval times! If someone was deemed guilty of a serious crime but not severe enough to be killed, they would brew it and make him drink it!"
"Why not use Professor Lockhart's favorite spell?"
"Because this is permanent!" Quincy said with a profound warning, coming out in her nightgown while brushing her hair. "It will destroy memories! It erases part of the mind, part of yourself! If you want to talk about spells that were called Unforgivable once, then this ranks amongst the same in the world of potions!"
"Oh... I see... Huh! It does sound evil!"