Distracted by the ex-Auror was not in the list. The after math of fifth year had taken a toll up until the final graduating year of the semester. The 1890s had seen better days after Ranrok and now fiddling with the spoon in the cauldron. A throat cleared behind you. “If you stop being distracted. Your cauldron would not have changed colors and overflowed. Start over.” His voice sounded firm, authoritative and demanding. Walking passed with an intensive cold gaze.