When Kyle came out of the headmaster's office, he had gained not only the Magic Suppressant Potion, but also a feather.
A phoenix tail feather that was still warm.
When Fawkes saw Kyle was about to leave, he had plucked it out on the spot and given it to him.
A fresh phoenix tail feather in exchange for a bellflower—Kyle had not merely avoided a loss; he had made a profit.
What an honest phoenix.
After leaving the eighth floor, Kyle hurried toward the Quidditch pitch.
However, when he arrived, he was met by a group of young badgers carrying Cedric and rushing frantically toward the school hospital.
At the same time, they kept cursing nonstop:
"Those shameless Slytherin scum."
"Such rough behavior, such filthy tactics—they don't deserve to play Quidditch!"
"Slytherin's team should be disqualified!"
Meanwhile, Cedric, carried by the young badgers, was clutching his head with one hand and holding his right leg with the other, his face twisted in pain.
Seeing this, Kyle hurried after them as well.
It was not hard to guess from the young badgers' conversation that Cedric had been injured, and that the Slytherin players were behind it.
Kyle spotted Ryan and Mikel in the crowd. He quickly walked over, patted one of them on the shoulder, and asked, "What happened on the pitch?"
Ryan jumped in fright. Turning around, he said in surprise, "Kyle... where did you go? Why are you only getting here now?"
"The headmaster wanted to see me. I went to his office." Kyle gave a brief explanation before asking again, "Never mind me for now. How's Cedric?"
At that, Ryan's face flushed red with anger. "It was those shameless Slytherin bastards. You have no idea—Cedric was just about to catch the Snitch. He was so close. We would