Hermione scanned it carefully. "What a brew," she said, wrinkling her nose. "The sort of thing 'cure worse than the disease' was invented to describe."
She handed the parchment back and walked to and fro in Marcus's workroom at a deliberative pace, eyes distant. "Oh, I hate this," she said at length. "I'm so slow. Do you have a copy of Hedge-witch's Herbal about?"