days now. Being in different houses with him, Mingyu and Seokmin found out the news from
Minghao’s roommate Jihoon in early Monday morning, that they found Minghao fell asleep
in the Slytherin common room and couldn’t be waken up. Madam Pomfrey told them that it
was just food poisoning or potion gone wrong. But of course being in their fourth year
already, both of them knows it was more than that. It might be dangerous for Minghao.
The second day of having the teachers made futile attempts to wake Minghao up, Mingyu
decided to sneak in to the Potion classroom and steal one of The Advanced Potion-Making
book. He barged in to Hufflepuff dormitory (Seokmin told him the password so the other
Hufflepuffs grown accustomed to a certain tall Gryffindor barging into their common room)
and pulled Seokmin to his room as he rambling about Draught of Living Death.
“A what?” Seokmin asked. “Where did you get that idea?”
“Lupin made me think of this. He said that a curse could come in any form, not just physical
one but also through mind. So I pored over a few books in the library and found out about
some sort of sleeping curse. It was called Draught of Living Death, one drop could make the
victim fell asleep as if they’re dead. Minghao!”
“Wow, you actually read this time,” Seokmin blinked, seemingly a little difficult to catch the
idea. “So you were thinking that someone drugged Hao?”
Mingyu nodded eagerly, “80% sure about this. If we let Hao sleep any longer, he might die.
Who knows what’s happening inside his dream?”
“But the teachers will do something about it if it’s really a big crime.”
“I think they’re hiding something from us,” Mingyu whispered, as if the wall could listen to
their conversation and turn them to the teachers for detention.
“So… what do you suggest?”
“We sleep and sneak inside his dream.”
They spent the next day finding (read: stealing) ingredients to make the Draught of Living
Death. Seokmin is actually quite brilliant in Potion, but they’re still in their fourth year while
the magic concoction is meant to be learned when they’re in their last year. Despite the lack
of experience, Mingyu and Seokmin pushed away their doubt and locked themselves inside
the Room of Requirement for hours, finally emerged with a vial of pale lilac liquid in their
hand.
“Are you sure it will work and not killing us along the way?” Seokmin asks as he pulls a chair
close to Minghao’s bed.
Mingyu, already settled across him, nods firmly, “We have to save Hao.”