Hermione dragged him across the street to another shop, this one selling beauty supplies, and filled another basket with hair potions and other enhancing elixirs while he complained about teenagers and their nonsense. One of the German brands was even more ferocious than the British stuff she’d been using, and Hermione examined with with a peculiar kind of satisfaction. If she judged right, then she could mix a tonic that would not only defeat Isengrim’s Bane, but make it sit up and beg.