Chapter 109: Special Award for Services to the School
Despite Kyle's repeated reassurances that he was fine, Professor McGonagall insisted on taking him to the Hospital Wing.
Madam Pomfrey, after a thorough examination, found nothing physically wrong with him, but after hearing what he'd been through, she insisted he stay the night.
Once Professor McGonagall had left, Madam Pomfrey went to her cupboard, took out a bottle, and poured Kyle a generous glass of light blue liquid.
"Drink it!"
Kyle, lying on the bed, grimaced. "That's really not necessary, Madam Pomfrey."
The potions in the Hospital Wing were renowned for their effectiveness... and for their dreadful taste. He remembered Cedric once taking a Pepperup Potion for a cold, and, according to him, it had tasted like dishwater left out in the sun for days. It had taken all Cedric's willpower just to choke it down. Kyle had no interest in drinking something just as vile.
Besides, the worst he had was a tooth mark on his arm—hardly something that warranted a potion.
But Madam Pomfrey was unmoved. With a stern look, she declared, "This restorative potion will help you quickly regain your energy and strength. You will drink it all, or you can forget about leaving the Hospital Wing!"
Kyle's face fell. Everyone knew the Hospital Wing was Hogwarts' ultimate authority. Even Dumbledore yielded to Madam Pomfrey's judgment here. If she decided Kyle wasn't leaving, then he really wasn't going anywhere.