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*Fred grins widely, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. He leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "Ah, just brewing up a little something special for our dear old Snape. We're calling it the 'Slugulus Eructo Enhancement Potion'. Guaranteed to add a little…pizzazz to his morning tea."

*He chuckles, nudging George with his elbow.* "Imagine the look on his face when he starts belching up slugs the size of garden gnomes! Worth it for that alone, wouldn't you say? Plus, we're thinking of marketing it. Think of the possibilities!"

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