The next day, Kyle had to go to the castle's second floor with the Gryffindor freshmen to take History of Magic.

There wasn't much to say about this class. It was the most boring class at Hogwarts. Kyle spent the whole time dozing off.

He never thought that a class could be so boring.

Professor Cuthbert Binns, who was a ghost, didn't give a customary lecture to intimidate the students, nor was there any classroom interaction.

When his milky white body passed through the wall and entered the classroom, he started reading a book. And he only used one tone.

Kyle couldn't handle it after only ten minutes.

He felt like countless bees were buzzing around his head, making an unbearable noise. He couldn't hear what Professor Binns was saying.

He looked around.

The Gryffindor lion cubs had completely given up. They were sprawled on the tables in various poses, drooling, grinding their teeth, talking in their sleep... they were sleeping soundly.

The Hufflepuffs were a bit better. Especially those badgers who were responsible for recording notes on History of Magic. Because of Mickel, a strong sense of duty elevated their perseverance and endurance to unprecedented levels.

Even facing Professor Binns's sleep-inducing machine, they could still force themselves to stay awake and write down every name and date.

Although it was useless.

Because Professor Binns was just reading the textbook, and he didn't miss a single word.

After realizing this, the Badgers could no longer hold on. They gathered their parchments and went to sleep!

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If there was any class at Hogwarts that was more boring than History of Magic for the students, it was probably Potions in the afternoon.

History of Magic, although boring, you could at least get some sleep. As long as you didn't snore too loudly, Professor Binns wouldn't say anything.

But Potions was different. It was pure torture.

Besides, because of a certain professor's blatant favoritism, nobody liked Potions, except for Slytherin.

Of these, Gryffindor was the most affected.

The other houses just didn't get extra points. Only they were deducted points for various reasons.

These reasons included, but were not limited to, writing notes too slowly, not reading in class, only reading, and not paying attention to the professor…

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It has to be said that Gryffindor's perennial position at the bottom of the House Cup was definitely due to Snape.

That's why Fred and George wanted to send him to the hospital wing so badly.

They hated him!

In the afternoon, Hufflepuff finally had their first Potions class, and it was with Slytherin.

Following the prefects' repeated instructions, the students left the common room early and arrived at the underground classroom more than ten minutes before class.

Except for Kyle… he was called to the hospital wing by Dumbledore.

"Kyle, you're finally here!"

Mickel, seeing Kyle, was like he had seen the light. He said eagerly, "You're here to take me out of the hospital, right? You must be here to take me out!"

"God, you wouldn't believe what I've been through. This place is not for humans.

That nurse strapped me to the bed and wouldn't let me move. She wouldn't even let me eat snacks.

Later, a man with oily hair came in. He made me drink a weird potion. I didn't want to drink it, so he used his wand to force it down my throat. Ugh... it tasted worse than shit!"

Well...

Kyle looked at Madam Pomfrey, whose chest was heaving violently, then at Snape, who was standing at the doorway, on the verge of exploding.

He realized that he had underestimated Mickel. Saying that the hospital wing was not for humans in front of Madam Pomfrey, and calling Snape an oily freak… did the Sorting Hat get drunk? Shouldn't this kind of person be in Gryffindor?

Without hesitation, Kyle acted purely on instinct. He shut his mouth, lowered his head, and quickly walked over to Dumbledore, trying to reduce his presence.

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Who was Kyle, he didn't know him. He was just a regular nobody.

The atmosphere in the hospital wing instantly dropped to freezing.

But Mickel hadn't noticed anything was wrong. He kept babbling about his ordeal these past two days until he felt thirsty and turned to get water. Only then did he see Madam Pomfrey, who was smiling.

"Yaaaa!"

Mickel let out a scream and immediately pulled the blanket over his head, pretending to be dead.

"Ahem... this terrible weather. It's so cold in September." Dumbledore rubbed his arms, breaking the strange atmosphere around them.

He looked at Kyle and said, "As you can see, Mr. Drake has already taken the anti-magic potion. He can be discharged now. I'll also ask Professor Sprout to help him learn to control his magic.

But Kyle, the professor doesn't have much time. A friend's help is more important to Mr. Drake."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Kyle said earnestly, "I promise that what happened in Charms class won't happen again."

Even if Dumbledore hadn't said anything, Kyle wouldn't have just sat there.

No matter what, Mickel was his roommate. He was like a brother to him. How could he watch him become a Squib from frequent magical exhaustion?

Hogwarts didn’t need a second caretaker.

"Don't be so serious, Kyle." Dumbledore winked, "Our Potions professor is very reliable. As long as Mr. Drake takes the anti-magic potion on time, he won't experience magical exhaustion again.

Just, you might need to give him some extra candy. I recommend cockroach clusters."

Kyle didn't say anything. He realized Snape's face had become even worse.

"Alright, take Mr. Drake back." Dumbledore said, "You should be in class. Don't be late."

"Wait, Headmaster."

Madam Pomfrey suddenly said, "This young wizard's treatment isn't over yet. He needs to wait a while."

Dumbledore hesitated, "But…"

"I said, it's not over yet!" Madam Pomfrey said with a smile, "Don't worry, it'll be quick. Just a small checkup. It won't delay their classes."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Poppy."

Dumbledore quickly nodded and then walked out of the hospital wing.

Snape at the doorway snorted coldly and followed.

Kyle actually wanted to leave too, but he still had to take Mickel back, so he could only wait in the hallway.

After a while, a desperate cry suddenly came from the hospital wing.

"I don’t want to drink this… Ugh… It's worse than that blue potion. Ugh… Help… Ugh..."

In the hallway, Kyle listened to Mickel’s desperate cries for help. He felt terrible.

He wanted to help, but he couldn't. Even Dumbledore ran away. What could he, a weak first-year wizard, do?

So, Kyle quietly closed the hospital wing door.

As soon as the door closed, the hallway instantly became quiet.

Good. Now he wasn’t uncomfortable anymore.

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