Anger rose in me as he quoted the words of a fraud were spoken to the class. "He’s a fucking fake. I remember making that potion centuries ago in vivid color." My grimoire came out and immediately went to the page where my notes on the potion were first jot down. As the memories of the creation of the potion came to mind, my anger slowly dissipated. "The story behind that potion was quite funny actually." My grimoire hovered in front of Professor Slughorn. Far enough so he wouldn’t touch it, but close enough to read. He took his glasses and focused on the page.