Wizet took the hot milk Luna handed him, took a sip, and said, "It's mainly about the O.W.L. exams this time."
"Many students have been trying every possible way to seek outside help, whether to focus, relieve stress, treat insomnia, or improve their memory."
"Outside help?" Terry asked tentatively. "Like potion ingredients, or finished potions?"
"Exactly! And it's more widespread than you might think." Wizet nodded. "I called the prefects together for a meeting this morning to explain the matter and work out a response."
"The O.W.L. exams are a major event for every student, and I understand their anxiety very well. When they're that anxious, there are some things they simply won't listen to."
"That's so true!" Chris nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with helplessness. "Padma was exactly like that a few days ago."
"I told her there was something wrong with that Soul-Soothing Potion of hers, but she insisted it was some kind of... extra-strength Soul-Soothing Potion."
"Could I really fail to recognize a Soul-Soothing Potion? Never mind the color—the consistency was all wrong."
"That wasn't the consistency of a Soul-Soothing Potion at all. Unfortunately, Padma refused to believe me no matter what, so there was nothing I could do!"
"Speaking of Padma, I remembered something too!" Terry added. "I heard from Mandy that Padma's face broke out in roses in the middle of the night."
"Mandy was terrified and immediately took Padma to the Hospital Wing. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey hadn't gone to bed yet. She gave Padma some potion, and after spending the night in the Hospital Wing, she recovered."
"Wait, Chris, why didn't you tell me about this?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "If you'd told me, I could have gone and talked Padma out of it."
"Heh!" Chris sneered, mercilessly exposing Michael. "Tell you?"
"Then