"How did he buy Felix Felicis..." Michael stroked his chin and pondered, his tone uncertain. "For example... that Muggle mayor... happened to know a Potions Master?"
"Or, for example, we just happened to become Vizet's dormmates!" Anthony rolled his eyes at Michael. "Do you think that's possible?"
Seeing the corner of Michael's mouth twitch, as if he meant to argue, Anthony sped up and cut him off. "If he really knew a Potions Master and bought Felix Felicis directly from that Potions Master..."
"Michael, you like fantasizing, right? Then you might as well fantasize a little more! Suppose this Potions Master was very generous and was willing to sell the Muggle mayor ten ounces of Felix Felicis. Then here comes another question..."
"Why would that Muggle mayor lose his mind and drink all ten ounces of Felix Felicis at once? Was that Potions Master plotting something else, trying to kill a Muggle mayor?"
"If they were willing to make that deal, they should have been friends, right? How could a friend hurt someone? Why didn't this Potions Master remind his friend that he couldn't drink ten ounces of Felix Felicis in one go?"
"Uh..." Michael opened his mouth. Anthony had refuted him into speechlessness, and he seemed unable to squeeze out even half a sentence.
"Anyway... anyway..." He simply widened his eyes and glared at Anthony, making himself look a little more justified. "It had to be that Muggle mayor's own problem!"
"Maybe the truth was like this!" He seemed to have convinced himself, and his voice grew much firmer. "The Potions Master must have warned that Muggle mayor, but that Muggle mayor completely ignored the advice!"
"Think about it! How could a Muggle who had never come into contact with magic truly understand magic? Maybe he just took the