Myrtle's sobbing echoed through the silent corridor.
The sound was rather creepy, but one got used to it after hearing it for long enough. After all, apart from crying and making the entire second-floor corridor damp, Myrtle could not do much else.
It was the patient before her who made Pomona's skin crawl.
"Drink this quickly," Poppy Pomfrey said, drawing the curtain to block the view from outside.
Pomona breathed a sigh of relief and turned to exchange looks with the heads of the other Houses.
"Let's go," Dumbledore said. "Since it isn't Dragon Pox or poisonous fungus, Poppy Pomfrey can handle things here."
Snape wore a grim expression. Clutching his robes, he strode ahead, even overtaking the headmaster as he left the Hospital Wing.
Considering that the victim currently lying in bed was a Slytherin student, Minerva and Flitwick said nothing.
"I'll stay," Jig said from the side. "Mixed spells are rather complicated. Poppy will need me."
Pomona actually wanted to stay behind using the same excuse. The entire incident had nothing to do with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. As usual, it was a dispute between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"You are the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. We need your advice, Arsenius," Dumbledore replied.
"Can you manage on your own, Poppy?" Jig asked Poppy Pomfrey.
"I think I can," Poppy Pomfrey said, her voice sounding resolute.
Pomona felt she could not be as steadfast as Poppy Pomfrey, but since she had said so, Jig could only leave the Hospital Wing with the others.
The other parties involved were in a classroom. Snape had arrived first, and his terrifying magical pressure bore down upon the three Gryffindors.
"Casting curses on fellow students," Snape said in a slick, gentle voice. "And in the school corridor, no less. How many school rules