The Potion Professor and the Magic Suppressant Potion (Seeking Collections, Seeking Recommendations)

Madam Pomfrey was a tall witch, highly skilled in healing arts, potions, herbalism, and various other medicinal therapies.

According to rumors, St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries had invited her to join their staff three times, promising her the position of Deputy Head Healer the moment she agreed.

Yet, even so, Madam Pomfrey firmly refused, stating that she only wished to remain at Hogwarts.

Of course, these were merely rumors, and their authenticity remained to be verified. Neither Madam Pomfrey nor the authorities at St Mungo's would ever speak a word about it.

They neither confirmed nor denied it.

This had become one of the many minor, unsolved mysteries of Hogwarts.

As Kyle walked into the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey happened to pass by him, handing a bottle of green potion to a young wizard lying in a hospital bed.

"This is the last bottle of potion for your boils. Remember, it is for topical application—do not drink it again."

After saying this, she turned and trotted toward another bed, muttering incessantly to herself: "Why are so many students sent here at this time every year!

What on earth are the professors at Hogwarts doing? How can they all be so irresponsible!"

It was clear that she was in a foul mood.

Just as Kyle hesitated on how to broach the subject, Madam Pomfrey happened to look his way.

"Merlin's beard, what happened to this child!" She hurried over, carefully placed Mikel onto an empty bed, and asked without looking back: "What was it this time? Potions? Or Defense Against the Dark Arts? How did he end up unconscious!"

"Neither, Madam, it was Charms class."

Kyle whispered: "Mikel cast a Lumos charm, and then this happened... Professor Flitwick said he likely suffered from magical exhaustion."

"Right, magical exhaustion indeed... wait, what did you just say?" Madam Pomfrey whipped her head around to look at Kyle, disbelieving. "Lumos?!!"

The expression on her face was as if she had just seen Dumbledore pole-dancing on the Astronomy Tower.

Her look was one of disbelief mixed with absurdity; she clearly did not believe a word Kyle said.

Students these days were becoming increasingly unreliable; if one were going to lie, they should at least come up with a plausible reason.

Magical exhaustion from a Lumos charm... it was simply preposterous. He might as well have said Filius had been knocked out by a Lumos charm.

"It's true, the first-years from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw all saw it, and Professor Flitwick can testify as well."

Kyle explained hurriedly, giving a rough account of what had happened in Charms class.

Upon hearing this, the skepticism in Madam Pomfrey's heart dissipated by more than half.

If the first-years from two houses had witnessed it, the story would soon spread throughout Hogwarts. If he were lying, it would be exposed easily, not to mention he had even invoked Filius's name.

Madam Pomfrey turned her head, looking at Mikel as if he were a rare magical creature. It was the first time she had ever seen a young wizard with such poor control over his own magic.

Based on the previous description, that level of Lumos looked very much like a magical outburst.

High power, but completely uncontrolled.

However, Madam Pomfrey was certain that when she had examined the young wizard just moments ago, she hadn't detected any signs of a magical outburst; it was truly just simple exhaustion.

"Well... that's a new one." Madam Pomfrey remarked subconsciously.

Kyle nodded in deep agreement, fully understanding Madam Pomfrey's sentiment, for he felt exactly the same.

If casting a spell were like driving a car, Mikel's actions were equivalent to slamming the accelerator to drain the fuel tank while hitting 200 kilometers per hour in a single second.

Don't think that's a good thing.

The speed was fast, but the crash was just as quick.

It was fortunate that it was only a Lumos charm; if it had been Incendio... Kyle couldn't help but shiver, vowing to stay as far away from Mikel as possible in future classes.

As far as possible!

He had thought the "demolition expert" who would enroll next year was already outrageous enough, but he hadn't expected this year to produce a "forbidden spell wizard."

Hogwarts truly didn't harbor any idlers.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore arrived after receiving the news, bringing along Snape, who had been in the middle of a class.

Madam Pomfrey led them to Mikel's bed, whispered a few words, and then stepped aside.

Dumbledore leaned over, carefully observing Mikel's condition, occasionally tapping him with his wand.

After a long while, he put his wand away without a word, turned to look at Kyle, and said: "Good morning, Kyle. Was it you who brought him to Poppy?"

"Yes, Professor." Kyle nodded.

"You did very well." Dumbledore smiled. "And I have heard the details from Sabrina. If you hadn't helped up those students who fell, I fear Mr. Mikel would not be the only one lying here."

Kyle waved his hands repeatedly. "It was the right thing to do, Professor, and I wasn't the only one who helped."

"But you were the first to step forward." Dumbledore blinked. "Many older students, and even adult wizards, cannot remain calm in a crisis, but you did, and you did it well.

For your bravery and humility, twenty points to Hufflepuff."

Perhaps it was the trigger of some keyword, but as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Snape, who had been looking at Mikel, immediately shifted his gaze to Kyle.

It was as if he had only just noticed someone else standing there.

However, Kyle did not notice this; he was looking at Dumbledore and asking: "So, Professor, how is Mikel? Will he still be able to attend classes?"

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled. "Although it is a bit troublesome, it is not difficult to resolve. It only requires a bit of Magic Suppressant Potion, which our Potions master will be able to brew shortly."

"One day."

Snape walked over and said coldly, "I guarantee it will be delivered here before the Hufflepuff Potions class tomorrow. But before that, Mr. Chopper, there is one thing I must remind you of..."

Snape paused abruptly, a mocking expression appearing on his face: "You had better tell your friend to keep his meager brain and the wand in his hand under control. Frequent magical exhaustion can turn a wizard into a Squib. I assume you know what a Squib is."

"I do, Professor!" Kyle said.

"Very good."

Snape ignored Kyle further, turned, and left the hospital wing.

"I believe it is time for us to leave as well," Dumbledore said. "Mikel needs rest; I suggest you come back to visit him this afternoon."