Chapter 6.3- Doom Days

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“Mr. Potter, it’s a pleasure to meet you” the strange man was the first to speak. I raised an eyebrow at the man before taking his outstretched hand and whispering “Likewise” to his greeting. His nametag marked him as Healer D’artagan. His accent marked him as French. Very French.

“I was told to come here to see Professor Mcgonagall about the task” I said as I walked deeper into what had once been my Head of House office. Now, the space had been magically expanded and contained a series of stretchers while there were wha seemed to be a dozen witches and wizards dressed just like Healer D’artagan.

“Yes, I apologise for the deception, but our jobs become much harder when you know we’re coming, you see?” He said.

“Your jobs?” I took the hint in his wording and asked the question I knew he wanted me to ask.

“Do you know what the h’insignia above my heart represents, Mr. Potter?” He exaggerated the I in insignia but I still got the message.

“The ICW. You’re from the International Confederation of Wizards”

“Precisely, Mr. Potter. More specifically, we are healers attached to the Department of International Competition and Fair Play”

“So you’re here to make sure we don’t cheat?” I asked.

“To some extent. There will of course be other judges within the arena to monitor what you do there. Our jobs end once you get in there. What we’re in charge of is making sure that you possess no non-natural advantages going into the competition” He said.

“So you’re like an anti-doping squad” I surmised.

“Yes, that’s one way to put it if you don’t mind the muggle, how do you say, jargon?”

“Okay, so can we get that started?” I asked. The letter had asked me to arrive by 9 am and I’d gotten here a few minutes earlier. The door just opened to admit Fluer who was accompanied by a man that I did not recognise. A Professor from Beauxbatons, most likely. Her presence here meant the others would be coming sooner or later and I had little desire to be in this office with all three other champions. The space was expanded, but not so drastically that it wouldn’t be cramped in time.

“Of course we can. I was just answering your questions to get you comfortable.” He said with an offended air about him while ushering me towards one of the stretchers. I sat down as he gestured for me to do so, and he called over another woman who somehow managed to look just as strict as Mcgonagall with only half the wrinkles. By her side floated a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Beginning the medical examination of one HJ Potter” She said in a voice that sounded like she was scolding something.

“There are three stages to this. We will be examining your body and magic in turn. First, we will test for potions. That’s easy. All you have to do is do us the favour of peeing in this cup here.” He said and handed over a wide vial to me. I looked at the vial, and then up at him, silently asking if this was some sort of joke.

“Over the centuries, we have managed to streamline a process that tests for every single form of enhancement potion through the urine. We could do the same with blood, but wizards do tend to be more reluctant to part with that. If you prefer that, however, I do know a handy bloodletting charm. Won’t even hurt a bit” he said.

“I’m fine with pee” I quickly refused and got up with the cup.

“Just go right in there” D’artagan said, pointing towards a series of screens set up in a corner.

A/N: I think in a universe with things like Felix Felicis and strengthening solution, there has to be some way to make sure that everyone is being honest. Thus, we have the Anti-Doping squad. It’s the ICW and not the British Ministry to reflect the International nature of the Tri-Wizard.