Why Go Back to Gan?

"Don't worry, Cedric is fine. Madam Pomfrey said he can be discharged tomorrow morning."

Back in Hufflepuff's common room, Kyle immediately shared the good news.

The badgers didn't go anywhere after leaving the Hospital Wing; they just stayed there waiting. The Quidditch players also arrived, but their expressions weren't very pleasant.

The Seeker 'Cedric injury and subsequent departure from the game dealt a heavy blow to the team's morale. Although a substitute player eventually took over the Chaser's position, they still lost in the end, 60 to 220, trailing by a full 160 points.

Fortunately, Cedric's condition wasn't serious in the end, which was good news.

Beater Jazel said thankfully, "If that's the case, I can still make it to afternoon practice."

Jazel is a seventh-grade student whose biggest wish is to win a Quidditch Cup for Hufflepuff before graduation.

"Damn it!" Captain Harris angrily slammed his fist on the wall. "This can't just be left like this!"

"Yes, this needs to be addressed!" someone said indignantly. "How dare those Slytherin openly attack our Seeker! They clearly don't respect you, Captain! I can't stand this!"

"Captain," someone said in a low voice, "I've heard that some Slytherin Quidditch Team will be going to Hogsmeade Village tomorrow, so maybe we..."

"Shut up, Angli." Harris turned and glared at him. "Remember, whatever you do, don't lay a hand on any Slytherin players. I'll handle this."

Kyle, who was not far away, turned around and glanced at Harris after hearing his words.

This captain is quite clear-headed.

At this point, it's definitely not a good time to openly cause trouble for Slytherin.

Hufflepuff's House Points are currently only about ten points lower than Slytherin's, a very small gap. If Snape finds an opportunity, he definitely wouldn't mind deducting a hundred points from Hufflepuff points.

Of course, if losing 100 points would give them a good beating to vent their anger, then it wouldn't matter, since Hufflepuff doesn't care about that anyway.

But the worst-case scenario is that you don't even get to fight, and you lose all your points too—that would be really disgusting.

And this possibility is not small.

Kyle guessed that a certain professor was probably watching them closely, and perhaps even the news that the Slytherin players were going to Hogsmeade Village was leaked by him.

Kyle shook his head, not listening any further. He called Mikel and Ryan, and the three of them went back to the dorm together.

"Kyle, what can't we talk about outside?" Mikel was discussing Quidditch with the others when Kyle suddenly called him back to the dorm, and he was somewhat reluctant.

He looked at the Wimbourne Wasps poster beside Kyle's bed and said with some lingering enthusiasm, "I just discovered that Quidditch is actually so much fun. It's a shame freshmen aren't allowed to join teams. I definitely want to sign up next year. What about you guys? Want to come along?"

After saying that, Mikel closed his eyes, enjoying the image of himself soaring through the Quidditch Pitch on a broomstick, catching the Golden Snitch, surrounded by deafening cheers, everyone screaming his name.

This feeling is amazing...

"Wake up first, then go back to sleep!"

Just then, a cold voice ruthlessly dragged him out of his sweet dream.

"We'll talk about Quidditch year. You have more important things to do right now."

After Kyle opened his eyes, Mikel reached out and handed him a bottle of blue Potions. "Big brother, it's time for your medicine."

Upon seeing the Magic Suppressant Potion, Mikel's grin immediately disappeared.

"Impossible, I just drank it a few days ago!" Mikel said confidently.

"The first sixty days?" Kyle said. "You should know that, drinking it once every two months."

"Two months already? That's so fast!" Mikel still couldn't quite believe it.

That disgusting smell is truly unforgettable; it feels like it happened just yesterday.

"Um, have you forgotten?"

Ryan whispered a reminder from the side, "Halloween was just a couple of days ago."

After hearing what he said, Mikel quickly came to terms with reality.

Yes, Halloween is over, so it's been two months already.

"Okay, you're right," Mikel said, his eyes darting around. "But I have something to do later, so just put it on the table and I'll drink it when I get back tonight."

"Okay, then don't forget." Kyle placed the Magic Suppressant Potion on the table.

Mikel visibly relaxed upon seeing this. "Don't worry, I definitely won't forget. I'm going to the library to do my homework now. See you tonight."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Kyle silently took out his wand from behind him.

"Incarcerous."

A thick rope shot out from the tip of the wand, binding Mikel tightly.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do!"

Mikel struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as Kyle approached him step by step with the Magic Suppressant Potion.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

"Don't blame me, I'm heartbroken too." Kyle walked to his side and said sincerely, "But there's nothing I can do. This is a task Headmaster Dumbledore gave me, and I have to complete it."

"I'm okay, really."

Mikel felt he could still salvage the situation and quickly said, "Professor Sprout said I'm progressing very quickly, so there's definitely no chance of another accident like before."

"That's the Wand-Lighting Charm; we've all learned the Levitation Charm now."

"Then I can do without a wand!" Mikel continued to struggle. "I can do without a wand, right?"

Kyle shook his head.

Charms class without wands is no different from playing Quidditch without a broom.

Kyle gave Ryan a wink, Ryan immediately understood, rolling up his sleeves and coming over.

With their combined efforts, the Magic Suppressant Potion was successfully administered without any waste.

Ryan, holding the empty bottle, asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Magic Suppressant Potion, a very precious Potions."

"Precious?"

"Yes."

Kyle thought for a moment and said, "Let me put it this way, if it weren't at Hogwarts, you'd have to pay at least fifty Galleon for this Potions, and that would be the lowest quality one."

"Fifty Galleon!!"

Ryan swallowed hard. Good heavens, his wand only cost seven Galleon, and this one bottle of potion could buy seven wands?

"However, that bottle was brewed by Professor Snape himself," Kyle continued. "Potions Master's work would cost at least double in Diagon Alley, that is, a hundred Galleon."

This time, even Mikel, who was lying on the ground pretending to be a salted fish, sat up after hearing the number.

Did he just drink something that cost 100 Galleon?

Mikel smacked his lips; there was even a slightly sweet aftertaste.