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Chapter 40: Is the Sorting Hat Drinking Fake Alcohol?
Chapter 40: Is the Sorting Hat Drinking Fake Alcohol?
The next day, Kyle had to attend his History of Magic class on the second floor of the castle with the other new Gryffindor students.
There wasn't much to say about this class. As the most boring subject at Hogwarts, Kyle dozed through the entire lesson.
He never thought a class could be so dull.
Professor Cuthbert Binns, being a ghost, did not give his usual stern warning to start the class, nor was there any interaction during the lecture.
When his milky-white form glided through the wall into the classroom, he began reading from a book in a monotone voice, and that was it.
Kyle could only endure ten minutes of this.
He felt like there were countless bees buzzing around his head, drowning out whatever Professor Binns was saying.
Looking around, he saw that...
The little lions of Gryffindor had completely given up. They were slumped on their desks, drooling, grinding their teeth, or muttering in their sleep. They were out like a light.
The Hufflepuffs fared a little better, especially those responsible for taking notes on the History of Magic. Due to Mikkel's influence, a strong sense of mission had elevated their willpower and endurance to unprecedented heights.
Even facing Professor Binns' hypnotic lecture, they struggled to stay awake and diligently noted down every name and date.
Though it was all for naught.
Because Professor Binns was merely reading verbatim from the textbook, and he didn't miss a single word.
Upon realizing this, the little badgers couldn't hold on any longer. They quickly packed up their parchments and dozed off!
...
If there was one subject at Hogwarts that young witches and wizards despised more than the tedious History of Magic, it would undoubtedly be Potions in the afternoon.
While History of Magic was mind-numbingly boring, one could at least catch some shut-eye. As long as the snoring wasn't too loud, Professor Binns wouldn't mind.
But Potions class was pure torture.
And due to a certain professor's unabashed favoritism, no one enjoyed Potions class except for the Slytherins.
Among the other houses, Gryffindor suffered the most.
The other houses merely missed out on extra points, but Gryffindor always lost points for various reasons.
These reasons included but were not limited to: slow note-taking, not looking at the book during class, or only looking at the book and not at the professor...
It must be said that Gryffindor's perennial position at the bottom of the house point standings was largely due to the significant contributions of Professor Snape.
This was also why Fred and George were so keen on sending him to the infirmary.
They truly loathed him!
In the afternoon, Hufflepuff finally had their first Potions class, together with Slytherin.
After much admonishment from the prefects, the young witches and wizards left the common room early and arrived at the underground classroom a full fifteen minutes ahead of time.
All except for Kyle... He had been summoned by Dumbledore to the infirmary.
"Kyle, you're finally here!"
Upon seeing Kyle, Mikkel lit up like he was seeing the light itself. "You're here to discharge me, right? You must be here to take me out of this place!
Oh, you have no idea what I've been through. This is no place for a human being.
That nurse, she strapped me to the bed and wouldn't let me move. She even forbade me from eating snacks.
Then, a man with greasy hair came in and made me drink a weird potion. I didn't want to drink it, but he forced it down my throat with his wand. Ugh... It tasted worse than poop!"
Umm...
Kyle looked at Madam Pomfrey, whose chest was heaving dramatically, and then at Professor Snape, who stood at the door, teetering on the edge of an outburst.
Who was Kyle? He didn't know him; he was just an ordinary bystander.
The atmosphere in the infirmary immediately dropped to freezing.
But Mikkel seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere and continued to chatter incessantly about his experiences over the past two days. It was only when he felt thirsty and turned to get some water that he noticed Madam Pomfrey's smile.
"Yaaah~"
Mikkel screamed and immediately pulled the blanket over his head, pretending to be dead.
"Ahem... This terrible weather. Why is it so cold in September?" Dumbledore rubbed his arms, breaking the strange silence that had fallen over the room.
He looked at Kyle and said, "As you can see, Mr. Drake has taken the Suppressing Potion and will be discharged soon. After that, I will ask Pro...fessor Sprout to help him learn to control his magic.
But, Kyle, the professor's time is limited. For Mr. Drake, the help of his friends is more important."
"I understand, Professor Dumbledore," Kyle said seriously. "I assure you that what happened in Charms class will not happen again."
In fact, even if Dumbledore hadn't said anything, Kyle wouldn't have stood idly by.
Mikkel was his roommate, a brother-in-arms, and he wouldn't just watch as his frequent magical exhaustion turned him into a dud.
Hogwarts didn't need a second gatekeeper.
"Don't be so serious, Kyle," Dumbledore winked. "Our Potions professor is quite trustworthy. As long as Mr. Drake takes the Suppressing Potion on time, he won't overexert his magic again.
You might just have to prepare more candy for him. I recommend Cockroach Clusters."
Kyle remained silent, as he noticed Snape's expression darken even further.
"Alright, take Mr. Drake back now," said Dumbledore. "You should be heading to class soon, don't want to be late."
"Wait a moment, Headmaster," Madam Pomfrey suddenly interjected. "This young wizard's treatment isn't finished yet, we'll need to wait a little longer."
Dumbledore hesitated, "But..."
"I said, it's not finished yet!" Madam Pomfrey smiled. "Don't worry, it'll be quick, just a small check-up, won't take long at all."
"Very well, Poppy," Dumbledore nodded and quickly made his way out of the infirmary.
Snape, who had been standing at the door, let out a cold huff and followed suit.
Kyle wanted to leave as well, but since he had to take Mikkel back, he could only temporarily retreat to the corridor to wait.
Soon, desperate wails echoed through the infirmary.
"I don't want to drink thi...urk...it's worse than that blue potion...urk...help...urk..."
In the corridor, Kyle's heart sank as he heard Mikkel's desperate cries for help.
He wanted to help, but he couldn't. Even Dumbledore had left, what could he, a weak first-year wizard, possibly do?
So, Kyle quietly closed the door of the infirmary.
As soon as the door was shut, the corridor fell silent.
Good, now he didn't feel so bad.
...
(End of Chapter)
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