Harry winced at even thinking he looked like that first year who came in malnutritioned with broken glasses. "Not my favorite by any stretch of the imagination," he said, looking over at her and pressed his head back against the seat. "On the plus side, if I can either find someone to prescribe them or find the ingredients, I can make some nutrient potions and not look like I've been starved for most of my life."

He exhaled and watched her. "I loath to think she's actually that powerful but... she did potion us for far too many bloody years. So... anything is possible."

"Oh, you could have. We could have, if we'd put our heads together." He probably hadn't been the most studious child at Hogwarts when he arrived. He wouldn't bother lying about that. However he would say he had enough power at his disposal and studied the subjects that interested him that really... he could have gone in any direction.

He snorted. "I bet she was banking on us not remembering so she could pull strings again. She'll be furious to know that not only do we remember every single thing but that we're not even friending her monster of a child."