[She ambles over to the trunk with the air of a professional getting ready to wrangle a crocodile.
This time, she works much faster - it's barely a minute before she neatly closes the trunk and heads back over to where Slughorn is. However, her expression of triumph notwithstanding, what she's holding in her hands... isn't a spearmint leaf. In fact, it isn't any kind of leaf.]
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[She ambles over to the trunk with the air of a professional getting ready to wrangle a crocodile.
This time, she works much faster - it's barely a minute before she neatly closes the trunk and heads back over to where Slughorn is. However, her expression of triumph notwithstanding, what she's holding in her hands... isn't a spearmint leaf. In fact, it isn't any kind of leaf.]
This is what you said, right?