The results of the aging potion really are impressive. I’m hot, and it distracts me for a while before I snag some of my mom’s clothes and make for Knockturn. I don’t have a wand, unfortunately, but instead I carry a bandolier of knives strapped to my waist, which I end up having to telekinetically brandish about to scare off a few of the locals before I reach Borgin and Burkes.