Chapter 148: The Brave Savior
The next morning, Kyle entered the Great Hall with a yawn, faint dark circles shadowing his eyes. In his daze, he even headed toward the Slytherin table and almost took a seat there. Luckily, his friend Mikel stopped him just in time.
"Kyle, what's up with you?" Cedric asked, handing him a glass of milk. "Didn't sleep well last night?"
Kyle sighed. He hadn't just not slept well; he hadn't slept at all. He'd spent the entire night in the Restricted Section and hadn't even come close to finding Secrets of the Darkest Art. Not a single mention of "Horcrux" had appeared in any of the texts he scanned.
The closest he'd come was a vague line in a book titled Stir the Soul's Depths:
"Find a vessel that carries your soul, and you will grasp the key to immortality."
Other than that, it was a dead end. Some "restricted" section, he thought with annoyance. False advertising!
Though he hadn't had enough time to search the entire section in one night, Kyle was already discouraged. It was clear that Dumbledore must have removed anything too telling about Horcruxes, leaving only scraps too vague to be of any use.
Looking up, he saw the concern on his friends' faces. Forcing a smile, he shook his head. "It's nothing. I just had some weird dreams last night. Guess I'm just not used to them yet."
"Weird dreams?" Cedric's brow furrowed. "Hufflepuff has Divination today, doesn't it? Want me to ask Professor Trelawney?"