Dark of Night
This is a complicated spell, and having an audience always makes me nervous.
“You resurrected an entire graveyard full of bodies,” Binx reminds me. “This spell is child’s play.”
“Thanks, Mr. Prickle Paws.” I smile at his shadowy figure, and Pandora jumps onto the counter, looking into the bubbling saucepan on the stove. It doesn’t have the same appeal as a cauldron, but it’s much easier to wash since it fits inside the dishwasher.
The potion has to be stirred three times counter clockwise with one of the human ribs after it’s been at a roaring boil for exactly seven minutes. I flick off the burner and let the potion cool for a few minutes before I scoop some up and put it in a potion vial.
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