It's dangerous, it's insane, and people have died with alarming regularity.""Meaning?
" Harry demanded."Meaning you're going to be neck deep in it, Mate," Ron laughed.
The body spray smelled like a spray insecticide gone bad and only masked Harry's potions induced scent for three or four minutes per application.
He had long since lost the ability to smell the scent himself, but the wide berth everyone gave him was a fairly good hint that the scent lingered.
The third task is similarly going nowhere, though I do have the aftermath of the Third finished and I'm happy with it. If Technomage or Distaff don't break free, I may end up moving on to it.
At least it this tournament was not being held at Durmstrang."There was no mention of the lab partner not involved in adding ingredients or doing the stirring having to stand on one foot in either the book or in Snape's supplemental instructions on the blackboard.""Harry's right, Hermione," Ron agreed."I wasn't standing on one foot, and your potion turned out fine.""I'm sorry, Harry," Neville said mournfully."You should head to the dorm for a shower and get that gunk off you, it stinks.I'll let Professor Sprout know.""Thanks, Nev," Harry nodded. With his entire body starting to prune, Harry exited the shower stall and headed for the sinks while toweling his hair. He lowered the towel to start drying his body until he dropped the towel once he spotted his hair in the mirror."What the hell?