But it was just so  nice  . Hermione ran her fingers along the spine, aged leather soft against her fingertips. It was an issue she’d never seen before, not at Flourish and Blotts or in the classrooms. She would know, her parents took her to Diagon Alley for the holidays and let her pick out a plethora of books for her presents. It looked ancient, and when she opened up the first page, she was immediately met with a table of contents that listed a whole load of potions Hermione had never even  heard of or thought possible.