Chapter 40: Did the Sorting Hat Drink Fake Wine?

Chapter 40: Did the Sorting Hat Drink Fake Wine?

The next day, Kyle needed to go to the second floor of the castle with the Gryffindor freshmen to study History of Magic.

There wasn't much to say about this class. As the most boring course at Hogwarts, Kyle dozed off the whole time.

He had never thought that a class could be so boring.

Professor Cuthbert Binns, being a ghost, did not give the usual lecture to intimidate the students, nor did he interact with the class.

After his milky-white body passed through the wall and entered the classroom, he started reading from a book in a monotone voice.

Kyle couldn't stand it after only ten minutes.

He felt as if countless bees were flying around his head, buzzing incessantly, making it impossible to hear what Professor Binns was saying.

Looking around, the little lions of Gryffindor had completely given up. They were sprawled out on their desks, drooling, grinding their teeth, talking in their sleep... sleeping soundly.

The Hufflepuffs were a little better, especially the little badgers who were responsible for taking notes on the History of Magic. Because of Michael, a strong sense of mission made their willpower and endurance reach an unprecedented level.

Even in the face of Professor Binns' sleep-inducing voice, they could still try their best to stay awake and persist in writing down every name and date.

Although it was useless.

Because Professor Binns was simply reading the textbook, word for word from beginning to end.

After discovering this, the little badgers couldn't hold on any longer and put away their parchments one after another, ready to sleep!

...

If there was any course at Hogwarts that was more annoying to the young wizards than the boring History of Magic, it would probably be Potions class in the afternoon.

Although History of Magic was a bit boring, at least they could catch up on sleep. As long as the snoring wasn't too loud, Professor Binns wouldn't say anything.

But Potions class was different, it was pure torture.

And because of a certain professor's undisguised favoritism, no other house except Slytherin liked Potions class.

Among them, Gryffindor was the most hurt.

Other houses just didn't get points, only they would be deducted points every time for various reasons.

These reasons included but were not limited to, slow note-taking, not reading the textbook during class, only reading the textbook and not looking at the professor...

It had to be said that Snape played a crucial role in Gryffindor's ability to occupy the bottom spot in the house points ranking all year round.

This was also why Fred and George wanted to send him to the school hospital so badly.

They hated him!

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

Under the repeated instructions of the prefects, the young wizards left the common room early and arrived at the underground classroom more than ten minutes in advance.

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

"Kyle, you're finally here!"

When Michael saw Kyle, it was like seeing light. He said eagerly, "You're here to discharge me, right? You must be here to discharge me!

God, you have no idea what I've been through. This place is simply not fit for humans.

That nurse restrained me in bed and wouldn't let me move, not even letting me eat snacks.

Then a man with greasy hair came in and made me drink a strange potion. I didn't want to drink it, so he forced it down my throat with his wand, ugh... it tasted even worse than shit!"

Uh...

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

He realized that he had underestimated Michael. Saying that the school hospital wasn't fit for humans in front of Madam Pomfrey, and calling Snape a greasy-haired freak... Did the Sorting Hat drink fake wine? Shouldn't such a person go to Gryffindor?

Without a moment's hesitation, Kyle took an action entirely out of instinct, shutting his mouth, lowering his head, and quickly walking to Dumbledore's side, trying to reduce his presence.

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Who is Kyle? He doesn't know. He's just an ordinary passerby.

The atmosphere in the school hospital instantly dropped to freezing point.

But Michael didn't notice anything wrong and kept talking about his experiences over the past two days. It wasn't until he felt thirsty and turned to get water that he saw Madam Pomfrey with a smile on her face.

"Yikes~~"

Michael screamed strangely, immediately covered his head with the blanket, and began to play dead.

"Ahem... this terrible weather, how can it be so cold in September." Dumbledore rubbed his arms, taking the lead to break the strange atmosphere around him.

He looked at Kyle and said, "As you can see, Mr. Drake has taken the Anti-Magic Potion, and he can be discharged now. After that, I will also have Professor S... Sprout help him learn to control his magic.

But Kyle, the professor doesn't have much time. For Mr. Drake, the help of friends is more important."

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

Even if Dumbledore didn't say it, Kyle wouldn't stand idly by.

No matter what, Michael was his roommate, a brother in arms. How could he watch the other party become a Squib due to frequent magic exhaustion?

Hogwarts doesn't need a second caretaker.

"Don't be so serious, Kyle." Dumbledore blinked and said, "Our Potions professor is still very trustworthy. As long as Mr. Drake takes the Anti-Magic Potion on time, magic exhaustion won't happen again.

It's just that you may need to prepare more candy for him. I recommend Cockroach Clusters."

Kyle didn't say anything because he noticed that Snape's face had become even worse.

"Alright, take Mr. Drake back." Dumbledore said, "You should be going to class too, don't be late."

"Wait a minute, Headmaster."

At this time, Madam Pomfrey suddenly said, "This little wizard's treatment is not finished yet. He needs to wait a little longer."

Dumbledore hesitated, "But..."

"I said, it's not finished yet!" Madam Pomfrey said with a smile, "Don't worry, it will be quick. It's just a small check-up, it won't delay their class."

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

Dumbledore nodded quickly and strode out of the school hospital.

Snape at the door snorted coldly and left as well.

Kyle wanted to leave too, but he still had to take Michael back, so he could only temporarily retreat to the corridor and wait.

After a while, a desperate wail suddenly came from the school hospital.

"I don't want to drink this... ugh... it's even worse than that blue potion... ugh... help... ugh..."

In the corridor, Kyle felt extremely uncomfortable listening to Michael's desperate cries for help.

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

So Kyle silently closed the door of the school hospital.

As soon as the door closed, the corridor instantly fell silent.

Very good, he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

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