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Chapter 40: The Sorting Hat's Tipsy Adventure
Chapter 40: The Sorting Hat's Tipsy Adventure
The next day, Kyle was scheduled to attend History of Magic class with the Gryffindor freshmen on the second floor of the castle.
There wasn't much to say about this class; as the most boring subject at Hogwarts, Kyle spent the entire lesson dozing off.
He had never imagined a class could be this dull.
Professor Caspar Binns, the ghostly teacher, did not give his usual introductory lecture to intimidate the students, nor was there any interaction during the class.
When his translucent body passed through the wall and entered the classroom, he began reading from a book, maintaining a monotonous tone throughout.
Kyle could only endure ten minutes before he reached his limit.
He felt as if countless bees were buzzing around his head, making it impossible to understand what Professor Binns was saying.
Looking around, the Gryffindor lions had completely given up. They sprawled across their desks, drooling, grinding their teeth, and even talking in their sleep... They were sleeping so soundly.
The Hufflepuffs were slightly better, especially the young badgers tasked with taking notes for History of Magic, like Michael. Driven by a strong sense of purpose, their endurance and patience reached unprecedented levels.
Even facing Professor Binns' hypnotic lecture, they struggled to stay awake and diligently noted down every name and date.
However, this effort was in vain.
Professor Binns was merely reciting the textbook word for word, without missing a single character from start to finish.
Upon realizing this, the young badgers could no longer hold on. They quickly gathered their parchment and started sleeping!
If there was one subject at Hogwarts that rivaled the boredom of History of Magic, it was undoubtedly Potions class in the afternoon.
While History of Magic was dull beyond measure, at least it allowed students to catch up on some sleep, as long as their snoring wasn't too loud to disturb Professor Binns.
Potions class, on the other hand, was pure torture.
Furthermore, due to a certain professor's unconcealed favoritism, students from all houses except Slytherin disliked Potions class.
Among them, the Gryffindors suffered the most.
Other houses merely lost points, but Gryffindor students were deducted points for various reasons, such as slow note-taking, not paying attention during class, or only reading books and not listening to the professor.
It's no wonder that Gryffindor consistently ranked last in house points, and Professor Snape played a crucial role in this.
This was why Fred and George were so eager to send him to the hospital wing.
In the afternoon, the Hufflepuffs finally had their first Potions class, and it was with the Slytherins.
Under the constant reminders of the prefects, the young witches and wizards left their common room early and arrived at the dungeon classroom over ten minutes ahead of time.
Except for Kyle... He had been summoned to the hospital wing by Dumbledore.
"Kyle, you're finally here!"
Upon seeing Kyle, Michael exclaimed as if he had seen the light, "You're here to discharge me, right? You must be here to discharge me!
Goodness, you have no idea what I've been through. This place is not fit for humans.
That nurse tied me to the bed, not allowing me to move, and even denied me snacks.
Then, a greasy-haired man came in and made me drink a bottle of weird potion. I didn't want to drink it, so he forced me with his wand, and it tasted worse than... well, you know!"
Uh...
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.
He realized that he had underestimated Michael. In front of Madam Pomfrey, he had called the Hospital Wing an unsuitable place for humans and referred to Snape as a grease-head... Had the Sorting Hat been drinking fake alcohol? Wasn't someone like this supposed to be in Gryffindor?
Without hesitation, Kyle acted purely on instinct. He closed his mouth, lowered his head, and quickly walked over to Dumbledore, trying his best to minimize his presence.
An honest and simple Kyle. Who was Kyle? He didn't know him; he was just an ordinary passerby.
The atmosphere in the Hospital Wing instantly dropped to freezing point.
But Michael was unaware of the tension and continued to chatter about his experiences over the past few days. It was only when he felt thirsty and turned to get some water that he noticed Madam Pomfrey's smiling face.
"Ahhhh~"
Michael let out a cry and immediately covered his head with the blanket, pretending to be dead.
"Cough, cough... This terrible weather, it's so cold even in September," Dumbledore rubbed his arms, breaking the eerie atmosphere.
Looking at Kyle, he said, "As you can see, Mr. Drake has taken the Mana Suppressant Potion and can be discharged. After that, I'll also have Professor Sprout help him learn to control his magic power.
But Kyle, the professor doesn't have much time. For Mr. Drake, the help of friends is even more important."
"I understand, Professor Dumbledore," Kyle said seriously. "I promise that what happened in Spellcraft class won't happen again."
In fact, even if Dumbledore hadn't said anything, Kyle wouldn't have stood by and done nothing.
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Michael was still his roommate, a brother as close as family. How could he bear to see his roommate become a Squib due to frequent Magical Overexertion?
Hogwarts didn't need another Gatekeeper.
"Don't be so serious, Kyle," Dumbledore blinked. "Our Potion Master is still very trustworthy. As long as Mr. Drake takes the Mana Suppressant Potion on time, there won't be any more cases of Magical Overexertion.
You might just have to prepare more sweets for him. I recommend Cockroach Clusters."
Kyle didn't say anything because he noticed that Snape's expression had worsened.
"Alright, take Mr. Drake back," Dumbledore said. "You should be going to class too, right? Don't be late."
"Wait a moment, Headmaster."
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey suddenly spoke up. "This young wizard's treatment isn't over yet. We need to wait a little longer."
Dumbledore hesitated. "But..."
"I said it's not over yet!" Madam Pomfrey said with a smile. "Don't worry, it'll be quick. It's just a small checkup, and it won't delay their class."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Poppy."
Dumbledore quickly nodded and strode out of the Hospital Wing.
Snape, who was at the door, let out a cold snort and followed him out.
Kyle also wanted to leave, but he still had to wait for Michael, so he could only temporarily retreat to the corridor.
Soon after, a desperate wail suddenly echoed from within the Hospital Wing.
"I don't want to drink this... Ugh... It's worse than that blue potion... Ugh... Help... Ugh..."
In the corridor, Kyle listened to Michael's desperate pleas for help, feeling incredibly distressed.
He wanted to help, but he couldn't. Even Dumbledore had left, so what could a weak first-year wizard like him do?
So, Kyle quietly closed the door to the Hospital Wing.
As soon as the door closed, the corridor became quiet.
Good, now he didn't feel distressed anymore.
...
(End of Chapter)
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