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

As soon as Kyle returned to the Hufflepuff common room, he announced this good news.

The badgers had stayed in the common room after leaving the hospital wing. They were waiting for him. The Quidditch players were also there, but their expressions weren't very good.

Their Seeker, Cedric, getting injured and having to leave the match, had dealt a serious blow to their team spirit. Although a reserve player took over Cedric’s position, they still lost in the end. 60 to 220. They were 160 points behind.

Thankfully, Cedric’s injury wasn’t that serious. It was still good news.

The Beater, Jasper, said with relief, "If that’s the case, we can still make it to training this afternoon."

Jasper was a seventh-year student. His biggest wish was to win a Quidditch Cup for Hufflepuff before he graduated.

"Damn it." Captain Harris angrily pounded the wall, "We can't just let this go."

"Right. We need to get an explanation for this." Someone said indignantly, "That Slytherin, he actually dared to hit our Seeker in broad daylight. He doesn’t respect you, Captain! I can't take it!"

"Captain." Someone lowered his voice, "I’ve heard that some of the Slytherin team will be going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. What if we..."

"Shut up, Henri." Harris turned his head and glared at him, "Remember, don’t ever lay a finger on a Slytherin player. I'll handle this."

…

Kyle, who wasn't far away, turned his head and looked at Harris after hearing his words.

This captain was still pretty level-headed.

It was definitely not the time to openly go after Slytherin.

Currently, Hufflepuff’s house points were only about ten less than Slytherin's. The gap was very small. If Snape found an opportunity, he wouldn't hesitate to deduct a hundred points from Hufflepuff.

Of course, if deducting a hundred points would allow them to punch Slytherin, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Hufflepuff didn’t care about points.

But they were afraid they wouldn’t be able to punch them and would lose their points, that would be terrible.

Besides, there was a high chance of that happening.

Kyle guessed that a certain professor might be closely watching them. Maybe even the information that the Slytherin players were going to Hogsmeade was leaked by him.

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Kyle shook his head, not wanting to listen anymore. He called Mickel and Ryan. The three of them went back to their dorm.

“Kyle, why can’t we talk about it outside?” Mickel had been discussing Quidditch with the others. He was a little reluctant to be called back to the dorm so suddenly.

He looked at the Wimbourne Wasps poster by Kyle's bed and said wistfully, “I’m starting to realize how fun Quidditch is. It’s a pity first years can’t be on the team. I’m definitely going to sign up next year. What about you guys? Want to join?"

He closed his eyes and imagined himself flying on a broom, soaring across the Quidditch pitch. He caught the Snitch. There were deafening cheers from the crowd. Everyone was screaming his name.

It felt amazing…

“Wake up first. You can sleep later."

At that moment, a cold voice cruelly pulled him out of his daydream.

"We'll talk about Quidditch next year. You have something more important right now."

Kyle waited for Mickel to open his eyes, then handed him a blue potion, "Darling, it's time for your medicine."

Seeing the anti-magic potion, Mickel’s smile immediately vanished.

"Impossible. I just drank some a few days ago!" Mickel said confidently.

"Sixty days ago?" Kyle said, "You're supposed to drink it every two months. You should know that."

"It's been two months? So fast!" Mickel still couldn't believe it.

The disgusting taste was really memorable. It felt like it happened yesterday.

"That, have you forgotten?"

Ryan quietly reminded him, "Halloween was just two days ago."

As soon as he said this, Mickel quickly accepted reality.

Yeah, Halloween was over. Of course, it’s been two months.

“Alright, you’re right." Mickel looked around, "But I have something to do later. Just leave it on the table. I’ll drink it when I get back tonight."

“Okay. Don’t forget." Kyle put the anti-magic potion on the table.

Mickel was visibly relieved when he saw it, "Don’t worry, I won’t forget. I’m going to the library to do my homework. See you tonight."

He was about to walk out the door.

Kyle, behind him, silently took out his wand.

“Stupefy."

A thick rope shot out from the tip of his wand, firmly binding Mickel.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

Mickel struggled with all his might. But it was futile. He could only watch as Kyle, holding the anti-magic potion, walked towards him step by step.

"Don't come closer. Don’t come closer!"

“Don’t blame me. I’m heartbroken too.” Kyle walked over to him and said earnestly, "But there's nothing I can do about it. This was a task Headmaster Dumbledore gave me. I have to do it.”

“I'm fine, I am."

Mickel thought he could still salvage the situation. He quickly said, "Professor Sprout said I’m making good progress. I definitely won’t have another accident like that."

"That was a Lumos Charm. We've learned the Levitation Charm now."

"Then I can do it without a wand!" Mickel continued to struggle, "I can do it without a wand, right?"

Kyle shook his head.

Charms class without a wand was like playing Quidditch without a broom.

Kyle gestured to Ryan, who understood instantly. He rolled up his sleeves and went forward.

With their cooperation, they successfully made Mickel drink the anti-magic potion. Not a drop was wasted.

Ryan held the empty bottle. He asked curiously, "What is this exactly?"

"Anti-magic potion. A very valuable potion."

"Valuable?"

"Yes."

Kyle thought for a moment and said, "Let's just say, if it wasn't Hogwarts, it would cost at least fifty Galleons to buy this potion. And that’s the lowest quality."

"Fifty Galleons!!"

Ryan swallowed. Good grief, his wand was only seven Galleons. This potion alone could buy seven wands?

"But, this one was personally brewed by Professor Snape." Kyle continued, "The work of a potions master like him would cost at least double in Diagon Alley, meaning a hundred Galleons."

This time, even Mickel, who was lying on the floor pretending to be dead, sat up when he heard the price.

He drank a hundred Galleons worth of stuff?

Mickel smacked his lips. It actually had a bit of an aftertaste.