Chapter 63: Why Does It Leave a Sweet Aftertaste?
"Don't worry, Cedric's fine. Madam Pomfrey said he'll be discharged tomorrow morning," Kyle announced as soon as they returned to the Hufflepuff common room.
The young badgers, who had been anxiously waiting ever since leaving the Hospital Wing, perked up at the news. Even the Quidditch players, who had arrived earlier but were clearly disheartened, looked a bit relieved. Seeker Cedric's injury had been a huge blow to team morale. Although a substitute had taken over the Chaser position, they still lost the match, 60-220—a crushing 160-point gap.
At least Cedric's condition wasn't too serious, which was a small comfort.
Beater Jazer, a seventh-year student, exhaled in relief. "If that's the case, he'll be back in time for practice tomorrow afternoon."
Jazer, who was in his final year, had one goal before graduating: winning the Quidditch Cup for Hufflepuff.
"Damn it!" Captain Harris slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. "This can't just be left like this."
"Yes, we can't let this slide," someone chimed in angrily. "Slytherin hit our Seeker so blatantly! They're showing they don't respect you as Captain, and I can't stand it."
"Captain," another voice spoke up quietly, "I heard some of the Slytherin players are going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Maybe we could—"
"Shut it, Henry," Harris interrupted sharply, turning to glare at him. "Remember, no one lays a hand on any Slytherin players. I'll deal with this."
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Kyle, who wasn't far away, glanced back at Harris after hearing what he said. The captain is still sharp, Kyle thought. We really can't afford to openly cause trouble with Slytherin right now.