It collides with RON's love potion, which spills all over the blanket and the bed, producing a small puff of smoke.ĪLBUS runs out of the room. And, honestly, I don't blame you.ĪLBUS picks up the blanket and throws it. HARRY: Albus, you just know how to get under my skin. HARRY (seeing red): Well, there are times I wish you weren't my son. ALBUS: And you think that was unlucky? I don't.ĪLBUS: No! I just wish you weren't my dad.
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