Chapter 79: Open your mouth!
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Tracey:-
Tracey looked at her friend in worry, as the blonde gripped the wooden railing until her knuckles turned white.
Daphne still looked calm and collected on the outside but as someone who knew her personally, Tracey could see as her body shook in barely contained anger. The biggest indicator was the blonde's eyes that had turned colder than ice.
She could also guess as to the reason why.
The Heiress had set up a bet pool using her earnings from the Valentines Day party and had bet everything against the Slytherin Team winning, with all of the members ending up in the hospital wing within the first hour.
She didn't need to check her watch to know that the deadline was drawing dangerously close.
'One thing's for sure. There's going to be hell to pay after this?' the witch thought.
"Aw man, there goes my 3 Sickles," Tracey lamented as she took out her betting stub. She too had bet on the Ravenclaws taking everyone out.
Hey just because they were in the same house didn't mean they were loyal to each other.
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Locker Room:-
"Alright dear, just open your mouth," Madam Pomfrey said in a kind tone as she held up her wand.
I hesitantly said, "Hold on, you're not going to-ack!"
She did.
A bucket appeared in my hands as I emptied my stomach.
Once I was done, I gave her a questioning look, "W-why would you do that? There must have been a simpler way. A spell perhaps?"
Flitwick went around and patted my back, before explaining, "A spell would have interfered with the scan I'm afraid."
"But was it really necessary for her to stick her wand in my throat? Couldn't she have used something cleaner like a wooden stick or something?" I protested.
"Technically she did," the small professor said cheekily.
The Medi-witch waved her hand over the bucket of bile and cast a bunch of detection spells.
I turned to Flitwick, "What's she doing?"
"Ah, she's scanning the contents of your- ahem, stomach fluids to see if there are any traces of body enhancing potions," he said leaning closer to me.
"Wait, there's more than just the strengthening potion?" I asked.
"Oh yes, though from what I understand, they are rather costly and require a high level in potions making."
"Really? Just how much are we talking about?" I said, trying to sound curious.
"About 25-30 Galleons."
"30 Galleons! That's like 450 Pounds! I don't have that kind of money. I doubt even the orphanage has that kind of money," I said, trying to sound outraged.
Flitwick nodded, "Yes and most tend to come with visible side effects. Most wizards have no need for such things as magic can solve most of their problems."
"That's true. Why waste so much money on a costly potion to move a boulder when a simple charm could do it easier and cheaper," I agreed.
"Nothing's showing up in the scan," Madam Pomfrey announced, "though I do suggest more fiber in your diet."
"Thanks," I said awkwardly looking at the small Professor, who just shrugged, "Is that it?"
"No, now I need to check your body, for any residual magic caused by any body enhancing rituals," she said, lifting her wand again.
I looked at Flitwick for clarification, "Body enhancing rituals?"
"Shirt off if you please," the witch said as the tip of her wand started to glow white, "and you may lay down on the bench."
I took off my shirt and laid face down on the wooden bench. Professor Flitwick began to explain what rituals were as Madam Pomfrey ran the tip of her wand on my back.
[-1 HP]
"Ouch! That hurt," I yelped as I turned to face her.
"Just a simple procedure Dear," she said with that same smile.
I turned back to Flitwick.
After some more minutes I was allowed to put my shirt back on.
"I've found nothing that indicates foul play. You may return to the game," she declared as she took a cloth to wipe down her wand.
"Oh good," I said, getting to my feet. "Well this was all very informative, but I have a promise to keep. Madam Pomfrey I hope you have plenty of beds prepared because I have a feeling the entirety of the Slytherin team are in for a long stay."
Flitwick laughed but the old witch just gave me a disapproving look, "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't."
With that I exited the locker rooms.
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Flitwick:-
As soon as Charles left, the small charms professor stopped laughing as he turned to give his colleague a serious look, "So what was it that you wanted to talk about? What did you find?"
The old witch shook her head, "It's true that while I didn't find any additional substances, my scans did pick up on something."
Flitwick frowned, "What is it? Anything we should be worried about?"
"Oh no, quite the opposite in fact. He's the healthiest boy I've seen. The problem is that I noticed something peculiar about his body," she explained.
Flitwick thought back to their practice session, "Yes, I've also noticed something and have been meaning to get your opinion. A few nights ago, while I was teaching him a few dueling techniques, I saw him get hit by a stunner and simply shrug it off before continuing to attack. In my defense it wasn't a fully charged stunner, but that still speaks highly of his spell resistance."
Madam Pomfrey sent him a reproachful glare, "I was not made aware that you were teaching him dueling."
The small professor blinked before he gave a nervous chuckle, "Hehe. Oh, it must have slipped my mind then."
"Nevertheless, yes, that was one of the things I noticed too. While I wouldn't compare it to the levels of most magical creatures or those with creature blood, like our dear Hagrid, it is still higher than most wizards. What's more concerning however is that I've found young Charles to have a higher healing ability."
"What do you mean," Flitwick asked in a serious tone.
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