"I was just trying some potions!" Hermione’s voice was higher than she could ever remember it getting, tinged with the same panic that it’d taken on when she begged her primary school teachers not to schedule meetings with her parents, or when she had gotten a low grade on a transfiguration quiz and asked Professor McGonagall to let her retake it.  Please don’t tell.  "I needed to know if I did it right."  I don’t want to be expelled.  "Muggle scientists do it all the time!"  It’s not  bad  . I’m doing anything  bad  . "Right Harry?"