Why would the professor have made them drink something that made them feel so awful? And that apparently could not be cured? Sam was still not doing so well, but she was still trying to make the potion. Olly definitely would not have brewed the potion if he had felt like he did now. He didn't think he'd really be able to, not without vomiting in his cauldron or something.

Tampered? That would have made sense if he didn't feel so bad, but he was having trouble processing what the word meant? He did understand when the professor said to go get a different antidote and drink it. How? He was sitting in his chair and the floor looked very far away. Wait no, it was very close. Olly toppled to the ground and lay there for just a moment before managing to pull himself back to his feet. When had he tried getting down? Oh well, he was down now and that was the important thing.

Olly wasn't sure how was going to manage getting to the front of the room. Luckily he didn't have to, because the professor was going around and handing out the antidote to everyone. That was good. Olly really hoped it would work this time, and fast, otherwise he was going to puke again. Olly downed it without another thought. It had better work.