Chapter 196 Herbal Medicine
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 196 Herbal Medicine
At dawn, the sun peeked into the dormitory from the windows, and everyone in the Gryffindor second-year boys' dormitory was sluggish, with tired faces on their faces.
—they lost their eyes.
"Wardfark!" Harry was forced to swear.
"McGuffin, think of a way...I want to sleep!" Ron moaned while holding his head, complaining constantly to McGuffin.
"Yes, you proposed it! Hurry up and take Neville away, we still have class today..." Seamus Fegani also urged.
Fuck!
It wasn't me who did it, I just mentioned it in passing.
It was because of you and Thomas, how did it get pushed on me!
With two dark circles under his eyes, McGuffin pressed the temple to relieve the dizziness and pain from not sleeping all night.
He looked towards Neville's bed position.
Hey!
— Good fellow.
Startled the MacGuffin.
The white sheet was put on Neville's head, like a spooky horse elf, shaking at a speed of 360 miles, almost in the moment when the McGuffin flickered, suddenly appeared in front of him.
McGuffin waved his hand in fright, and subconsciously used the [Levitation Charm] to float the sheet in the air, revealing the new style of Neville Longbottom covered under it.
It can be said that the aura of "Dragon Ba Ton" is flying around, making it impossible for McGuffin to look directly.
A large part of Neville's hair was missing in the middle, and he was bald and round, and lying on it was a big purple-green toad full of bumps, croaking and sticking out its long tongue.
——Like the toad spirit in a certain Journey to the West or Calabash Baby.
——This is the result of several people's hard work last night.
They thought that by separating the hair from the toad, they would be able to get the toad off Neville's head.
Unexpectedly... Even if the hair was carefully shaved off with a magic wand, the toad would automatically 'sit' on Neville's head again with the 'help' of magic.
——Looking at such a fresh and refined shape.
The little wizard had been weeping intermittently all night.
As a result, several people barely closed their eyes once, their heads were dizzy, and the sound kept echoing in their ears.
- Let's just say it!
This made McGuffin think back to the time in his previous life after the buddy on the upper bunk was broken up.
When this guy goes to bed at night, the intermittent, sad crying sounds keep coming into the boss, plus the boss's snoring, and the third's notebook game sound.
This nima trio!
One or two can bear it... if three get together.
It felt like life was worse than death.
In the end, McGuffin was forcefully forced to stay in the Internet cafe all night every day.
It wasn't until two weeks later that I couldn't stand it and found a senior senior to match this guy a few times before it was settled... and I was able to sleep normally.
Sir!
—He didn't want to go through this again.
"Alright! Neville, put on your wizard hat... I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey's! She should have some [hair restorer] there! I heard Madam Pomfrey recommending it to Quilinus Quirrell last semester!"
McGuffin shook his head vigorously, took the wand on the bedside, cast a freezing spell on the towel beside him, and applied it to his face.
--hiss!
With a jolt, he became sober immediately, and took Neville out of the dormitory, heading to Madam Pomfrey's.
I always feel that this day is not going well~
……
At the school hospital, the sleepy Madam Pomfrey was woken up by McGuffin.
But when she saw the shape on Neville's head (revealed by taking off the pointed wizard hat).
With a jolt, he immediately woke up.
It seemed that even such a witch who had worked at Hogwarts for many years had not seen such a situation.
"Really... what are you little wizards doing? Do you think magic is something fun?"
"Didn't your professor tell you... that you must be careful when you cast the Ministry of Magic, especially those spells that have not been formally taught... that are beyond your competence?"
Apparently she took this as a nasty McGuffin joke.
Madam Pomfrey taught McGuffin angrily,
With a flick of her wand, Rafael Lefnaway's head came free.
When Neville finally hugged the toad again, McGuffin finally had some free time and explained that this was Professor Snape's punishment.
"Ah!...I don't know...what was Severus thinking...couldn't he care about the harm this caused to the little wizard? Such a ridiculous thing..."
"I have to talk to him about it..."
Madam Pomfrey was even angrier, she could not tolerate this situation.
Neville asked tremblingly, "Ma'am...then this... my hair!"
The voice was inaudible.
But Madam Pomfrey still heard it, and she proposed two solutions to the hair.
"One is to regrow hair in just a second..."
"I'll choose the first one!" Neville shouted hastily.
"Don't worry, listen to me..."
"But you have to go to school with a big beard!"
"Ah, ah!"
Seeing the two stunned, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped keeping a straight face.
She chuckled slightly and said, "What do you think this is... This is the potion I used to treat baldness [Strong Hair Growth Agent]... It has a stimulating effect on the hair all over the body..."
"Then...then I choose the second option, right? Albert!" Neville turned his head to look at the McGuffin who was at the side, having no idea.
"Your hair is up to you..." McGuffin said.
"Okay, then the second one, isn't it?"
"Yes!" Neville kept nodding his head.
"That……"
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and Neville's remaining hair fell to the ground profusely.
Well, quite bald!
The morning sun shone brightly on it--absolutely sparkling.
……
When McGuffin woke up in the morning, he knew that today would be a little rough, but he didn't expect that it would be the beginning of a series of messy bad things.
From the school hospital to the auditorium for dinner, things became more and more obvious.
Even the weather...
It was still sunny just now... By the time McGuffin sat down at the Gryffindor long table to eat, it had already turned cloudy gray.
And for breakfast there was pickled herring, McGuffin's least favourite, and some kind of porridge with a suspicious 'brown colour'.
He avoided the pile of kippers as much as he could, and had bread and eggs for breakfast.
The breakfast he hated to the extreme, plus what happened to Neville just now, and the insomnia caused his brain to swell... made his mood from the beginning of the day so bad that it couldn't be worse.
The only good thing, though, is that without Harry, Ron takes Need for Speed to get here in the original plot event...he won't hear Mrs. Weasley's howling letter.
Neville avoided the McGuffin with a look of grievance and displeasure. (He is still bald and has no hair, it is said that it will grow out tomorrow)
Madam Pomfrey magically put a watermelon wig on his head, which is very unnatural, but according to Madam Pomfrey, this kind of wig will not be easily taken off, even if someone pulls it on purpose, it will take a lot of force to get it off.
Harry and Ron yawned and sat down next to the McGuffin, next to Hermione, leafing through the pages of Voyages with Vampires in her hand.
She didn't have a good look at McGuffin, and she still seemed to mind that MacGuffin had concealed the Thestrals.
McGuffin had no choice but to tell her that the two decided to join the [Transformation Club] when Professor McGonagall was handing out the class schedule along the Gryffindor long table, and asked——Hermione wanted to know the 'truth' of that night.
"Hermione is very curious. Professor, you know that I really have no way to tell him! Can you explain to her?" McGuffin asked in a low voice after receiving the schedule that Professor McGonagall gave him.
"Oh! Is this the matter?" It was obvious that Professor McGonagall was a bit at a loss.
Hermione closed the book "Traveling with Vampires", staring at Professor McGonagall with embarrassing eyes.
"Uh...uh..." Professor McGonagall dragged his voice, obviously not knowing what to say.
In the end, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to whisper in Hermione's ear, "Go to the library and find a copy of "The Misunderstood Wizard's Good Helper·Invisible and Strange Magical Creatures·Thestrals". There are things you need to know on the third page of the third chapter of Chapter 6 [Breeding and Food]..."
After finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall almost didn't look back, and fled in a panic. He even handed over the rest of the schedule to Percy for him to bring and forward.
"Professor McGonagall is a bit weird this semester!" Hermione was very surprised.
Forehead! (⊙o⊙)! ! !
Hearing this, McGuffin and Harry looked at each other. They exchanged glances and made up their minds to avoid Hermione when she went to the library.
— Don't ask for trouble.
The McGuffins got their class schedule, herbal medicine class in the morning and Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.
Afterwards, the MacGuffin, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had been to the library and dodged the MacGuffin a little, flushed, walked together across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse.
In Hogwarts' greenhouses - grow this variety of 'Golden Galleon' plants.
——You never know how many Galleons this mature mandrake can sell in the market.
Not to mention other magic plants that have magical powers but are more popular in the market.
Thinking about it this way, this place is simply a treasure.
In this way, Hufflepuff College is simply the richest of the four colleges.
Think about it carefully, among the four colleges, after Hufflepuff students graduate, even if they can't find a job, they can independently contract a piece of land to start the business of cultivating magic plants... It's easy to mix the best... Compared to Gryffindor, the most prominent students in Slytherin can only work in institutions such as the Ministry of Magic, or they will just inherit the family property.
Isn't this the classic pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, 30 years in the east and west of the river, the god of war with crooked mouth...
Uh, it seems that something extraordinary has been mixed in.
Pulling away, pulling away... Back to the topic.
When McGuffin and the others walked into the greenhouse.
The students had all come and stood outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.
She was striding across the lawn, Gilderoy Lockhart at her side.
The forehead of the professor of herbal medicine was wrapped with a bandage, and a hat with various puddings was buttoned on it.
A benevolent Professor Sprout was impatient with Lockhart's presence.
Professor Sprout is a squat witch who always wears tattered, dusty robes, looks more like a farmer than a wizard, and her long nails are often full of dirt.
Lockhart held a gaudy multi-coloured peaked lady hat he wanted to give her.
(I heard that Lockhart wanted to buy some herbs at a discount from the herbal medicine professor...
McGuffin thought to himself that this seemingly unreliable guy would be sensitive to such business opportunities. At first glance, this guy wanted to buy and sell with his right hand.
...But it's no wonder, without such a keen mind on this incident, how could he be able to get a good reputation in the wizarding world just by making up other people's adventure stories
(Well, of course it also helped that his most charming wizard smiled.)
But judging by the expression, this set of charming smile tricks obviously hit a wall with Professor Sprout, maybe she hopes to get some weird magic seeds for herself!
Seeing Gilderoy, Harry hurried to hide behind the crowd.
It's a pity it's too late.
Lockhart looked not only with good teeth (with the most charming smiling wizard in Witch Weekly), but also with good eyes.
He picked Harry out of the crowd at a glance.
This guy, who was not discouraged in the first place, re-diverted his attention with great interest.
Gilderoy Lockhart and Sprout are completely two extremes. He is spotless from head to toe, wearing a gleaming golden gown, wearing a gold-rimmed top hat that must be shining silver, and shiny black leather boots, just like a big light bulb walking.
Lockhart's eyes lit up when he had run into a wall at Professor Sprout's, and he came to Harry's side in two steps.
"Hello, students!" Lockhart shouted to the students with a happy face. "Just now I taught Professor Sprout how to soothe the Whomping Willow! But I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine! I just happened to see a few of these rare and strange plants during my travels in the secrets of the Amazon in Brazil..."
"Go to the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout interrupted Lockhart's speech loudly with a worried face.
"Blame me...Professor, you are about to start class! Let's talk about it next time..." Lockhart frowned as he looked at the intertwined plants in the greenhouse and the wet soil on the ground.
It looked like he really didn't want to stain his golden robes.
"I'll take Harry for 2 minutes, Professor, you won't mind..."
Obviously, Professor Sprout looked concerned for 10 minutes, but Lockhart pulled Harry aside and whispered to himself.
"Harry, Harry, Harry!"
Harry couldn't understand it at all, and couldn't figure it out.
"Blame me, it's all my fault, sometimes I really want to kick myself a few times... I gave you a taste of fame at a young age... Yes, the flying carriage, the Forbidden Forest... I know you want to taste the taste of fame again... Want to imitate your idol, which is me... Take a great adventure... But you can't do it this way!"
"But, it's not me..." Harry quickly defended.
"Needless to say, I understand...it's so obvious!" Lockhart looked very understanding.
This guy can always find a way to show every bright tooth. (Hermione and some little witches are fascinated by this smile)
"I……"
"Needless to say, Harry, listen to me..."
But seeing Sprout's increasingly angry expression, (Professor she even started to touch her wand.)
Even Lockhart sensed that something was wrong.
He patted Harry on the shoulder affectionately, whispered some strange words that no one could understand, such as being careful about his reputation, which would become his burden, and left here with his flowing robes.
After that, Professor Sprout took out a big key and opened the door of the third greenhouse.
(The plants here are generally more interesting than the plants in the first two greenhouses, and more dangerous...
Or in other words, the flowers and plants here are almost all plants with obvious magic power, and in a certain way, they are plants with 'more Galleon value'. )
For example, the flying cage plant that can breathe fire, the thunderbolt tree that is always entwined with electric sparks, and the main raw material for making (Fred, George's favorite) big dung eggs-rafflesia... There are many strange plants, some of which don't even look like plants at all... some even have certain characteristics of animals and humans.
After pushing open the door, what comes out is a stream of damp soil, mixed herbs and rich floral scents.
(End of this chapter)
At dawn, the sun peeked into the dormitory from the windows, and everyone in the Gryffindor second-year boys' dormitory was sluggish, with tired faces on their faces.
—they lost their eyes.
"Wardfark!" Harry was forced to swear.
"McGuffin, think of a way...I want to sleep!" Ron moaned while holding his head, complaining constantly to McGuffin.
"Yes, you proposed it! Hurry up and take Neville away, we still have class today..." Seamus Fegani also urged.
Fuck!
It wasn't me who did it, I just mentioned it in passing.
It was because of you and Thomas, how did it get pushed on me!
With two dark circles under his eyes, McGuffin pressed the temple to relieve the dizziness and pain from not sleeping all night.
He looked towards Neville's bed position.
Hey!
— Good fellow.
Startled the MacGuffin.
The white sheet was put on Neville's head, like a spooky horse elf, shaking at a speed of 360 miles, almost in the moment when the McGuffin flickered, suddenly appeared in front of him.
McGuffin waved his hand in fright, and subconsciously used the [Levitation Charm] to float the sheet in the air, revealing the new style of Neville Longbottom covered under it.
It can be said that the aura of "Dragon Ba Ton" is flying around, making it impossible for McGuffin to look directly.
A large part of Neville's hair was missing in the middle, and he was bald and round, and lying on it was a big purple-green toad full of bumps, croaking and sticking out its long tongue.
——Like the toad spirit in a certain Journey to the West or Calabash Baby.
——This is the result of several people's hard work last night.
They thought that by separating the hair from the toad, they would be able to get the toad off Neville's head.
Unexpectedly... Even if the hair was carefully shaved off with a magic wand, the toad would automatically 'sit' on Neville's head again with the 'help' of magic.
——Looking at such a fresh and refined shape.
The little wizard had been weeping intermittently all night.
As a result, several people barely closed their eyes once, their heads were dizzy, and the sound kept echoing in their ears.
- Let's just say it!
This made McGuffin think back to the time in his previous life after the buddy on the upper bunk was broken up.
When this guy goes to bed at night, the intermittent, sad crying sounds keep coming into the boss, plus the boss's snoring, and the third's notebook game sound.
This nima trio!
One or two can bear it... if three get together.
It felt like life was worse than death.
In the end, McGuffin was forcefully forced to stay in the Internet cafe all night every day.
It wasn't until two weeks later that I couldn't stand it and found a senior senior to match this guy a few times before it was settled... and I was able to sleep normally.
Sir!
—He didn't want to go through this again.
"Alright! Neville, put on your wizard hat... I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey's! She should have some [hair restorer] there! I heard Madam Pomfrey recommending it to Quilinus Quirrell last semester!"
McGuffin shook his head vigorously, took the wand on the bedside, cast a freezing spell on the towel beside him, and applied it to his face.
--hiss!
With a jolt, he became sober immediately, and took Neville out of the dormitory, heading to Madam Pomfrey's.
I always feel that this day is not going well~
……
At the school hospital, the sleepy Madam Pomfrey was woken up by McGuffin.
But when she saw the shape on Neville's head (revealed by taking off the pointed wizard hat).
With a jolt, he immediately woke up.
It seemed that even such a witch who had worked at Hogwarts for many years had not seen such a situation.
"Really... what are you little wizards doing? Do you think magic is something fun?"
"Didn't your professor tell you... that you must be careful when you cast the Ministry of Magic, especially those spells that have not been formally taught... that are beyond your competence?"
Apparently she took this as a nasty McGuffin joke.
Madam Pomfrey taught McGuffin angrily,
With a flick of her wand, Rafael Lefnaway's head came free.
When Neville finally hugged the toad again, McGuffin finally had some free time and explained that this was Professor Snape's punishment.
"Ah!...I don't know...what was Severus thinking...couldn't he care about the harm this caused to the little wizard? Such a ridiculous thing..."
"I have to talk to him about it..."
Madam Pomfrey was even angrier, she could not tolerate this situation.
Neville asked tremblingly, "Ma'am...then this... my hair!"
The voice was inaudible.
But Madam Pomfrey still heard it, and she proposed two solutions to the hair.
"One is to regrow hair in just a second..."
"I'll choose the first one!" Neville shouted hastily.
"Don't worry, listen to me..."
"But you have to go to school with a big beard!"
"Ah, ah!"
Seeing the two stunned, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped keeping a straight face.
She chuckled slightly and said, "What do you think this is... This is the potion I used to treat baldness [Strong Hair Growth Agent]... It has a stimulating effect on the hair all over the body..."
"Then...then I choose the second option, right? Albert!" Neville turned his head to look at the McGuffin who was at the side, having no idea.
"Your hair is up to you..." McGuffin said.
"Okay, then the second one, isn't it?"
"Yes!" Neville kept nodding his head.
"That……"
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and Neville's remaining hair fell to the ground profusely.
Well, quite bald!
The morning sun shone brightly on it--absolutely sparkling.
……
When McGuffin woke up in the morning, he knew that today would be a little rough, but he didn't expect that it would be the beginning of a series of messy bad things.
From the school hospital to the auditorium for dinner, things became more and more obvious.
Even the weather...
It was still sunny just now... By the time McGuffin sat down at the Gryffindor long table to eat, it had already turned cloudy gray.
And for breakfast there was pickled herring, McGuffin's least favourite, and some kind of porridge with a suspicious 'brown colour'.
He avoided the pile of kippers as much as he could, and had bread and eggs for breakfast.
The breakfast he hated to the extreme, plus what happened to Neville just now, and the insomnia caused his brain to swell... made his mood from the beginning of the day so bad that it couldn't be worse.
The only good thing, though, is that without Harry, Ron takes Need for Speed to get here in the original plot event...he won't hear Mrs. Weasley's howling letter.
Neville avoided the McGuffin with a look of grievance and displeasure. (He is still bald and has no hair, it is said that it will grow out tomorrow)
Madam Pomfrey magically put a watermelon wig on his head, which is very unnatural, but according to Madam Pomfrey, this kind of wig will not be easily taken off, even if someone pulls it on purpose, it will take a lot of force to get it off.
Harry and Ron yawned and sat down next to the McGuffin, next to Hermione, leafing through the pages of Voyages with Vampires in her hand.
She didn't have a good look at McGuffin, and she still seemed to mind that MacGuffin had concealed the Thestrals.
McGuffin had no choice but to tell her that the two decided to join the [Transformation Club] when Professor McGonagall was handing out the class schedule along the Gryffindor long table, and asked——Hermione wanted to know the 'truth' of that night.
"Hermione is very curious. Professor, you know that I really have no way to tell him! Can you explain to her?" McGuffin asked in a low voice after receiving the schedule that Professor McGonagall gave him.
"Oh! Is this the matter?" It was obvious that Professor McGonagall was a bit at a loss.
Hermione closed the book "Traveling with Vampires", staring at Professor McGonagall with embarrassing eyes.
"Uh...uh..." Professor McGonagall dragged his voice, obviously not knowing what to say.
In the end, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to whisper in Hermione's ear, "Go to the library and find a copy of "The Misunderstood Wizard's Good Helper·Invisible and Strange Magical Creatures·Thestrals". There are things you need to know on the third page of the third chapter of Chapter 6 [Breeding and Food]..."
After finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall almost didn't look back, and fled in a panic. He even handed over the rest of the schedule to Percy for him to bring and forward.
"Professor McGonagall is a bit weird this semester!" Hermione was very surprised.
Forehead! (⊙o⊙)! ! !
Hearing this, McGuffin and Harry looked at each other. They exchanged glances and made up their minds to avoid Hermione when she went to the library.
— Don't ask for trouble.
The McGuffins got their class schedule, herbal medicine class in the morning and Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.
Afterwards, the MacGuffin, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had been to the library and dodged the MacGuffin a little, flushed, walked together across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse.
In Hogwarts' greenhouses - grow this variety of 'Golden Galleon' plants.
——You never know how many Galleons this mature mandrake can sell in the market.
Not to mention other magic plants that have magical powers but are more popular in the market.
Thinking about it this way, this place is simply a treasure.
In this way, Hufflepuff College is simply the richest of the four colleges.
Think about it carefully, among the four colleges, after Hufflepuff students graduate, even if they can't find a job, they can independently contract a piece of land to start the business of cultivating magic plants... It's easy to mix the best... Compared to Gryffindor, the most prominent students in Slytherin can only work in institutions such as the Ministry of Magic, or they will just inherit the family property.
Isn't this the classic pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, 30 years in the east and west of the river, the god of war with crooked mouth...
Uh, it seems that something extraordinary has been mixed in.
Pulling away, pulling away... Back to the topic.
When McGuffin and the others walked into the greenhouse.
The students had all come and stood outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.
She was striding across the lawn, Gilderoy Lockhart at her side.
The forehead of the professor of herbal medicine was wrapped with a bandage, and a hat with various puddings was buttoned on it.
A benevolent Professor Sprout was impatient with Lockhart's presence.
Professor Sprout is a squat witch who always wears tattered, dusty robes, looks more like a farmer than a wizard, and her long nails are often full of dirt.
Lockhart held a gaudy multi-coloured peaked lady hat he wanted to give her.
(I heard that Lockhart wanted to buy some herbs at a discount from the herbal medicine professor...
McGuffin thought to himself that this seemingly unreliable guy would be sensitive to such business opportunities. At first glance, this guy wanted to buy and sell with his right hand.
...But it's no wonder, without such a keen mind on this incident, how could he be able to get a good reputation in the wizarding world just by making up other people's adventure stories
(Well, of course it also helped that his most charming wizard smiled.)
But judging by the expression, this set of charming smile tricks obviously hit a wall with Professor Sprout, maybe she hopes to get some weird magic seeds for herself!
Seeing Gilderoy, Harry hurried to hide behind the crowd.
It's a pity it's too late.
Lockhart looked not only with good teeth (with the most charming smiling wizard in Witch Weekly), but also with good eyes.
He picked Harry out of the crowd at a glance.
This guy, who was not discouraged in the first place, re-diverted his attention with great interest.
Gilderoy Lockhart and Sprout are completely two extremes. He is spotless from head to toe, wearing a gleaming golden gown, wearing a gold-rimmed top hat that must be shining silver, and shiny black leather boots, just like a big light bulb walking.
Lockhart's eyes lit up when he had run into a wall at Professor Sprout's, and he came to Harry's side in two steps.
"Hello, students!" Lockhart shouted to the students with a happy face. "Just now I taught Professor Sprout how to soothe the Whomping Willow! But I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine! I just happened to see a few of these rare and strange plants during my travels in the secrets of the Amazon in Brazil..."
"Go to the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout interrupted Lockhart's speech loudly with a worried face.
"Blame me...Professor, you are about to start class! Let's talk about it next time..." Lockhart frowned as he looked at the intertwined plants in the greenhouse and the wet soil on the ground.
It looked like he really didn't want to stain his golden robes.
"I'll take Harry for 2 minutes, Professor, you won't mind..."
Obviously, Professor Sprout looked concerned for 10 minutes, but Lockhart pulled Harry aside and whispered to himself.
"Harry, Harry, Harry!"
Harry couldn't understand it at all, and couldn't figure it out.
"Blame me, it's all my fault, sometimes I really want to kick myself a few times... I gave you a taste of fame at a young age... Yes, the flying carriage, the Forbidden Forest... I know you want to taste the taste of fame again... Want to imitate your idol, which is me... Take a great adventure... But you can't do it this way!"
"But, it's not me..." Harry quickly defended.
"Needless to say, I understand...it's so obvious!" Lockhart looked very understanding.
This guy can always find a way to show every bright tooth. (Hermione and some little witches are fascinated by this smile)
"I……"
"Needless to say, Harry, listen to me..."
But seeing Sprout's increasingly angry expression, (Professor she even started to touch her wand.)
Even Lockhart sensed that something was wrong.
He patted Harry on the shoulder affectionately, whispered some strange words that no one could understand, such as being careful about his reputation, which would become his burden, and left here with his flowing robes.
After that, Professor Sprout took out a big key and opened the door of the third greenhouse.
(The plants here are generally more interesting than the plants in the first two greenhouses, and more dangerous...
Or in other words, the flowers and plants here are almost all plants with obvious magic power, and in a certain way, they are plants with 'more Galleon value'. )
For example, the flying cage plant that can breathe fire, the thunderbolt tree that is always entwined with electric sparks, and the main raw material for making (Fred, George's favorite) big dung eggs-rafflesia... There are many strange plants, some of which don't even look like plants at all... some even have certain characteristics of animals and humans.
After pushing open the door, what comes out is a stream of damp soil, mixed herbs and rich floral scents.
(End of this chapter)
