She waited until Oliver was engrossed in one of the books he was assigned for summer reading on the sofa in the lounge before she set about the less savory task of rooting out her hidden vials of illicit potion. Twenty years in the house gave her plenty of opportunities to find new places to hide small bottles. It was likely that Antonin uncovered some of her hiding places over time, but she knew there was no way he would've been able to find them all. Loose floorboards, hollow bricks, easy to unscrew vent covers, and several magically concealed compartments were scattered around the house. Taking the better part of an hour, Hermione was able to retrieve all that she could remember. Upstairs in her bathroom, she upended every single vial but one into the sink. Even though it had been over a year since she last tasted the burn of the cinnamon-flavored potion making its way down her throat, she was tempted to forget the promise she made to never drink another. When only one vial remained, she slipped it into her pocket with the other two vials, hoping that she would have the self-control required to not touch it before her next session with Mr. Akingbade.