Chapter 374: A New Team
In early October, the Quidditch season loomed closer, and Cedric had been noticeably more nervous than usual. Everywhere he went, he clutched a notebook, scribbling furiously. Even his reading material had shifted from books like The Development and Change of Medieval Charms to A Detailed Explanation of One Hundred Quidditch Tactics.
"When Harris was captain, the team never lost a match," he'd say, almost to himself. "I've got to keep the Quidditch Cup in Hufflepuff."
On the second weekend of October, Kyle had hoped to sleep in. But early in the morning, Cedric burst into his room, dragging him out of bed and all the way to the Great Hall without giving him a chance to protest.
"Training, Kyle! You've already missed three sessions!"
As they ate their beef sandwiches, Cedric gave him a stern look. "And don't tell me you've got something else going on again this time..."
"Er... no, I don't think so," Kyle replied, trying to sound sincere under Cedric's disapproving gaze.
The truth was that, until recently, Kyle had been preoccupied with something else. The mandrakes he'd planted in the Room of Requirement had finally started to show signs of activity—a clear indication they were about to mature. Although it was a few months later than expected, they were finally ready. Kyle had been going to the Room of Requirement constantly to monitor them, ensuring everything went smoothly. He'd even skipped training and cut his breaks short during class, constantly busy.
Fortunately, his dedication had paid off. Every mandrake had reached full maturity, their cries now powerful and healthy. Although Kyle had worn earplugs the whole time, the vigor of their cries and their appearance confirmed it.
"You're sure you're okay?" Cedric asked, casting him a skeptical glance.