The dungeons were a highly mysterious place, everyone hated going there but Viktor had no choice. Viktor was having detention in the Dungeons, and it was his job to scrub the dried potion ingredients and polish the silver instruments. How anyone managed to spill the pus was anyone's guess. The student in question was in the Hospital wing, having treatment. Viktor sneezed as the potent smell invaded his senses vowing never to switch the Headmasters pumpkin juice with vinegar. Mind you, it was funny seeing his reaction. He sniggered as he thought up his next move, cleaning all the while.