"Urgh…" Harry groaned, opening his eyes.
Looking around, Harry noticed that he was still in Hermione's office. When he moved to sit up, pain shot through his body, causing him fall back to the floor. As he attempted to rise again, Harry heard a loud bang and looked up to see Mr. Vanstrife rushing to his side.
"HARRY! Are you alright? What happened? I was in my office when I heard a loud thud and as I left, Darren dashed past me and disappeared out the front door."
Harry, with help from Mr. Vanstrife, moved from the floor to a near by couch. Once he was situated, Harry looked up.
"How…did you get…him?" Harry managed to spit out.
"He came to me the other day asking for work in this field. So, I set him up with Hermione since she is the best we've got. If I would have known that he was going to do this, I wouldn't have hired him. I feel rather like it's my fault Hermione's sick…"
"Now, John, you know that you can't blame yourself. Darren would have easily found another way to get her. But right now, I need to talk to Kenneth about this," Harry said, cradling his head in his hands.
"Right, we need to get you a healer!" John said, leaping to his feet.
"What? No! I don't need a healer for this, I'll be fine…" Harry started to protest, but John had already grabbed him by the arm. Harry shortly found himself in the same waiting room he had brought Hermione to only hours ago.
"John, I'm fine. I just need to talk to Kenneth…"
"Harry, back so soon I see," a voice sounded from behind.
Harry turned around to see Kenneth enter the room carrying a stack of paperwork.
"Kenneth, I need to ta—" Harry stared but was cut off by John.
"He needs medical assistance; he's been kicked in the head!"
"What? Harry how did this happen?" Kenneth said, looking shocked.
"Long story…" Harry replied.
"Alright then, follow me."
Once the three of them had entered Kenneth's office, he closed the door and took a seat behind his desk.
"Please, sit. Harry, let me look at your head,"
"Kenneth, I'm fine. There are more important things at hand that need to be accomplished. I need to know what the ingredients are and where to find them." Harry exclaimed.
"Alright but I'll warn you, they're not easy to find…"
"I don't care, just tell me," Harry said, growing agitated.
"Here you go," Kenneth said a moment later, handing Harry a slip of paper.
Harry looked down at the paper and began to read:
These are the five ingredients required for the potion:
1.) One Vile of Dittany
2.) Two Viles of Star grass (used for the Star Grass Salve: Healing Potion)
3.) Six eel eyes
4.) Five Viles of Hellebore
5.) One Vile of Asphodel
And since I'm familiar with your difficulty in potions, I shall tell you the locations, just to be safe:
1.) London England
2.) The Amazon Rain Forest of Brazil
3.) Tokyo Japan
4.) Manhattan New York
5.) Mexico City Mexico
Hopefully, all will work out. Good luck.
"Well I guess you were right when you said this wasn't going to be easy, eh?" Harry laughed nervously to himself.
Harry folded the paper and placed it in his pocket, then he stood and stretched an arm out to shake Kenneth's hand.
"Thank you for everything," Harry said.
"You're welcome, Harry, just promise me you'll be careful. If Hermione becomes worse, I'll send one of my assistants to let you know," Kenneth said, finally shaking Harry's hand.
"Well, we're out of here," John said, grabbing Harry by the wrist. Kenneth waved one final time and the two of them disappeared.
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Harry and John arrived back at the office a moment later. Harry thanked John for his help and promised he would try to keep him posted on Hermione's health. Then, after John had handed him his wand, which he had dropped earlier, Harry lifted the paper from his pocket and unfolded it.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," Harry muttered.
"Yep, good luck, you're gonna need it," John smiled, watching as Harry replaced the paper in his pocket.
"Alright, then; London, here I come…"
With one final goodbye, Harry disappeared.