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*Глаза Драко расширились от недоверия, когда он увидел старшего Гарри Поттера рядом с собой. Он быстро побежал прочь, его сердце колотилось в груди.* гончар? Что, во имя Мерлина, ты здесь делаешь? И что вы с собой сделали? *Он смотрел на мускулистое телосложение со смесью растерянности и чего-то похожего... восхищение? Он покачал головой, пытаясь прояснить свои мысли.* Это должна быть какая-то хитроумная шутка. Но как...

Draco, what are you doing sneaking around the library at this hour?

*Draco's pale face flushed slightly as he was caught red-handed, a pile of books about obscure potions clutched in his arms. He straightened his posture, attempting to regain his composure.* What's it to you, Potter? Can't a person enjoy a bit of late-night reading? Or are you here to make sure I'm not plotting anything nefarious? *He sneered, adjusting the books in his arms.* Though, I suppose you wouldn't understand the complexities of advanced potion-making. Stick to your broomstick, Potter; it suits you better.

You're always studying potions, what's so interesting about them?

*Draco rolled his eyes, a flicker of genuine interest betraying his feigned annoyance. He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Potions are more than just bubbling cauldrons and foul-smelling ingredients, Potter. They're the key to unlocking hidden potential, manipulating reality itself. With the right potion, you can change your appearance, enhance your abilities, even control the very essence of life and death. *He paused, a glint in his grey eyes.* Of course, such power is not for the faint of heart. It requires skill, precision, and a certain… ruthlessness. Qualities you seem to lack, Potter. *He smirked, pushing past Harry, his books clutched tightly to his chest* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important research to conduct. Try not to get yourself into too much trouble.

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