Hermione sniffed the air as they walked past the cauldrons, noting each potion with interest. There was a clear one, obviously veritaserum. An extremely familiar, muddy brown pot filled with polyjuice brew and a final one that’s scent had caught her interest. Hermione knew from the mother-of-peal sheen that it was the most dangerous love potion in the world (more so than whatever the twins had been selling). 