"How did he buy Felix Felicis..." Michael stroked his chin thoughtfully, uncertainty in his voice. "For example... that Muggle mayor... happened to know a Potions master?"
"Or perhaps we just happened to become Wizet's roommates!" Anthony rolled his eyes at Michael. "Do you think that's possible?"
Seeing Michael's lips twitch, as though he intended to argue back, Anthony sped up and cut him off. "If he really did know a Potions master and bought the Felix Felicis directly from him..."
"Michael, you like fantasizing, don't you? Then why not fantasize a little more? Let's say this Potions master was incredibly generous and was willing to sell the Muggle mayor ten ounces of Felix Felicis. Then another question comes up..."
"Why would that Muggle mayor be so foolish as to drink all ten ounces of Felix Felicis at once? Could it be that the Potions master had ulterior motives and wanted to kill a Muggle mayor?"
"If they were willing to make that deal, they should have been friends, right? Why would friends harm each other? And why wouldn't this Potions master warn his friend not to drink ten ounces of Felix Felicis in one go?"
"Uh..." Michael opened his mouth. Anthony's rebuttal had left him speechless, and he seemed unable to squeeze out even half a sentence.
"Anyway... anyway..." He simply widened his eyes and glared at Anthony, trying to look more righteous. "It must have been that Muggle mayor's own problem!"
"Maybe this is what really happened!" It was as though he had convinced himself, and his voice grew much firmer. "The Potions master must have warned the Muggle mayor, but that mayor simply refused to listen!"
"Think about it! How could a Muggle who had never encountered magic possibly truly understand magic? Maybe he just took the Potions