Chapter 47: Physical and Mental Health Issues of Teenage Wizards
What happened in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class spread like wildfire, but to everyone's surprise, it didn't stir much interest. Normally, a freshman injuring a professor would be the talk of the school for days. For instance, people were still gossiping about the mishap during the first day of Charms class. But when it came to Defence Against the Dark Arts? Not so much.
To put it in perspective: their previous professor had been a dark wizard with powers so well concealed that he was only discovered and taken away by Aurors during a lesson. The professor before that was obsessed with potions, constantly experimenting with bizarre concoctions. In one infamous class, he presented his latest creation, the All-Knowing Potion, boasting that it could rival the Love Potion and solve all problems with just one sip. And then... there was no "then." He drank it in front of everyone, and he's still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital.
Compared to those incidents, Professor Oren's little mishap barely seemed worth mentioning.
And so, the first weekend at Hogwarts arrived quietly.
Kyle, having enjoyed a lazy morning, slept until nearly 9 o'clock, only to be awakened by Cedric pounding on his door.
"What do you want to wake me up so early for?" Kyle groaned after washing up and flopping onto a sofa in the common room, stretching comfortably.
"Early?" Cedric raised an eyebrow in disbelief, handing him a warm pie fresh from the kitchen. "Lunch will be served soon!"
Kyle took a bite of the pie, savoring the taste of beef, potatoes, and onions. It was delicious. While Kyle ate, Cedric continued, "The Quidditch tryouts start today, and I'm heading over to try out. What about you? Want to come along? We can totally win the Quidditch Cup this year."
"I'll pass," Kyle replied, shaking his head. "First-year students aren't allowed on the school team. It's a rule."