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"Mr. Potter," said an unnervingly calm voice. "I assu – who… who is under your desk?" What seemed to have been a rehearsed statement that man was about to say got interrupted by that question as Chase found two beady black eyes and a sallow-looking face, as long as its nose peering down at him. Chase's heart skipped in shock.
"He's a muggle, sir," said the girl, confidently. "A doctor to be precise."
The two boys, and many of the students, who were also aware of Chase hiding there, turned to the girl with surprise and yet with non-surprise. Chase stared at her with surprise. Muggle? he thought, astonished. She knew from my white coat I was a doctor. But a muggle? Has House sent me here? Does Muggle stand for useless doctor? Chase looked around, uncomfortable. Is this some kind of play?
"A doctor?" Ron yelped, frightened. Some of the students had the same reaction, as well. Chase glanced round at them with wide angered and confused eyes. "You mean those who stick needles in you and cut your organs in half?"
Girls' screams now echoed through the room.
"Silence," the professor said just once, and the whole classroom fell instantly into dead quiet. He looked down at Chase for a few moments.
"Come with me," Professor Snape then uttered, and grabbed Chase's coat, leading him out of the classroom. The teacher put an extremely annoying-looking student white blond hair in charge before he left the classroom with Chase.
"Let – go – of – me," Chase warned Snape, though not very convincingly. Snape had a sort of power over him. Like when House was around, and so he struggled unsuccessfully to be himself now without him and tell that atrocious man off.
Snape didn't listen. He lead Chase into what appeared to be the teacher's lounge, with grown-ups sipping tea, all dressed in the same flowing mad robes.
Chase stared in astonished displeasure at them the instance he walked in with Snape. "What is this?" he asked. "Bathrobe Monday?"
Snape dropped the befuddled doctor on a chair, which felt quite comfortable to the man. "I found that wretch in my classroom," Snape said, and as curtly, he swished his black robe around and left the classroom.
The teachers stared after him, and then back at Chase with the same bewildered they'd had on him since he came. Chase watched them in the comfort of his chair. There was a stout-looking teacher with curly brown hair, another man and a tall woman in dark green robes, almost black with squared glasses resting on her pointed nose. Her hair was wrapped neatly back in a bun. Chase was no longer in the mood for talking. He let them start instead.
However, when the teachers started their conversation, they didn't include him. They started talking about him to one another, as though he was some kind of disposable bird that had accidentally landed in their midst. Chase slipped forward in his chair more and more, disbelieving that discussion.
"I don't think he wields a wand. Strippagolous!" cried the burly-haired stout woman. Chase gasped. He felt all of his clothes depart his body then quickly wrap themselves against him again. He was panting, making sure each item he had on this morning was on him, and that he had only imagined that happening. But when he looked at the teachers, his face fell. He couldn't believe that it had happened, that he was stripped off his clothes for a second, for what else could explain those teachers now fiddling with his stuff?
The stout woman held a strange, but elegant, brown stick in her right hand as her left toyed with Chase's own stethoscope. The tall teacher on her left had his test samples, now opening them and sniffing the biopsy he'd forgotten about in his coat since last week's case. Chase winced at that, and the third male teacher, also very short, was peering at a hot pink pair of Cameron's undies.
Chase stared at all three of them in horror.
"No," said the stout teacher, still looking at his stethoscope. "No wand. Just that stuff he was carrying."
"It's like Hermione had said," said the tall one with a puff of repulsion, as she pressed her sleeve against her nostrils. She waved the vile around before she could hurriedly and with disgust cap it again and toss it at Chase, who reflexively caught it from the air. "He seems to be one of those Muggle Healers."
"You mean a doctor?" said the male teacher with fascination. "Those men who cut people open."
"Hey," Chase muttered contemptuously. It was the second time he'd heard such a thing and he wasn't going to take it. "We don't cut people open, well, yes, we do, but not for our own amusement, okay? We save lives."
The three teachers continued to examine him and his stuff, but didn't seem affected by anything he said. Finally, the tall one in the middle took the panties and the stethoscope from the others, and hurried towards Chase, thrusting his stuff into his hands.
"If you would take him to Dumbledore, Professor Sprout," she said. "He might be harmless, but those who sent him might not be."