Chapter 951

Solim had dealt with a lot of potion materials, both the variety and the quantity, he couldn't remember. But judging from his few experiences in dealing with dragon's breath grass, the dragon's breath grass in front of him was definitely problematic.

He had never seen a "flowering" dragon's breath.

Solim had been standing in front of the dragon's breath for less than ten minutes, and Hermione and Neville's dragon's breath had not changed. He had to consider whether it was his own problem, after all, this material was related to dragons.

Solim, who had already suffered a loss, would rather make a false alarm than expose his problems in front of others. While most of the students don't have this kind of insight and acuity, he can be sure that Professor Sprout will definitely be aware of the difference in this dragon's breath plant.

Now the situation was clearer to Solim: he needed to dispose of the damn herb and not let Professor Sprout notice it.

As the de facto manager of the Hogwarts greenhouse, Professor Sprout knows every one of his "little treasures" well, not only in terms of the state of these plants, but also in terms of quantity. So you can't just stuff Dragon's Breath into a chest with a storage charm - at least not yet.

At the moment, there is a simple solution: just remove the flowers from the dragon's breath grass. It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it, as long as Solim marks it and disposes of it when the greenhouse is empty.

However, Solim could not guarantee that anything would change in the mutated dragon's breath plant, and he could not know if Professor Sprout, an expert in the field of herbal medicine, would see any clues—for a layman, the appearance of herbs would naturally attract the most attention, but not so easily for an expert like Professor Sprout.

Glancing up, Solim saw that Professor Sprout was already coming this way. Now, unless there is another big mess in the greenhouse, such as Seamus causing another huge explosion, which will attract the professor's attention and cause some damage to the greenhouse, Solim can't do anything big.

Glancing at Hermione and Neville on the left and right, Solim quietly swapped the scissors in his right hand to his left, and quickly unscrewed the pale yellow flower with his right hand under the cover of his left hand and scissors.

Looking at the pinched petals in his hand, Solim pressed his hand directly into the flower pot.

"What are you doing?" Hermione curiously leaned over to notice that Solim was moving his hands and feet to the soil in the pot.

"It's nothing, loose soil, there's nothing to do anyway. As he spoke, Solim pressed the soil with his hand, and the broken petals were buried in the soil.

"Loose soil?" Hermione looked up at the dragon's breath grass in front of Solim, "You just cut two pieces, what kind of loose soil?"

"I use this kind of thing directly from the finished product, and there is basically no chance of contact with this fresh dragon's breath, just have a general understanding. "

Solim looked at his hand, and there was no trace of the previous petals except for the scattered dirt. So I picked up the scissors again and started pruning the leaves.

"After the dragon is collected by the people in the dragon farm or the fire dragon reserve, there will be a special person to deal with it, and the leaf cutting work will not be the turn of ordinary people at all—unless you are going to work for a herb society after graduation, or work for a family whose main business is herbal medicine. "

Hermione frowned, her forehead tattooed enough to trap a row of flies.

She was unhappy with Solim's rhetoric. In her opinion, any opportunity to improve herself should not be missed, even if she will never have the opportunity to dispose of these Class II contraband that cannot be seen on the market in the future.

"Oh, of course—" Solim glanced at Neville on his right, "if I'm going to take Professor Sprout's class in the future, that's a different story." "

"You say that...... Hermione put the last piece she had just cut away, and stabbed her scissors backhand on the wooden table.

"Oh, Hermione, you don't have that much energy. Solim was unmoved, "As I told you before, find what you're good at, not try to stuff everything into your head. "

"You look at Neville, and he's found what he's good at. "

As if he hadn't heard, Neville's eyes fixed on his dragon's breath plant, his hands moving steadily and gently, trying to make the trivial task of cutting leaves perfect.

"For wizards like us who are not very old, the idea of trying to achieve results in various fields is neither realistic nor advisable. "

Solim dropped the scissors, and he finished the job with three hits and five divisions. Herbal medicine classes at Hogwarts are fairly straightforward, and as long as you have a little brains and normal hand-eye coordination, you won't have any problems completing class assignments. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"And what about you?" Hermione waited until Professor Sprout walked over, then looked at Solim, "I don't believe you don't touch anything but spells and transfigurations now....."

But that's just the way it is. Solim watched as Neville put the scissors down, then carefully collected the small blades.

"It's been quite a while since I've survived potions. "

Spreading his hands, Solim continued, "The study of potions is in place for me for the time being, and I need to focus more time and energy on spells and transfiguration. If you want to be at the same level in all subjects, you need not only a sharp enough brain, but also a body that can never sleep. "

Solim's words reminded Hermione of the year she had gone crazy with the time turner. It wasn't a "full" year, and it might be more appropriate to use "stuffed".

For young wizards, finding what they are good at is far more important than working in all areas. The shortcomings can be made up later, but for a wizard, the first task is to find the foundation of his own wizarding society.

"What are your plans after graduation? Ministry of Magic, or go back to college?"

Professor Sprout clapped her hands, only to find that she could only make a dull "poof" sound while wearing dragon skin gloves.

"Alright, students, now gather the leaves you have collected and hand them over to me. Your Professor Slughorn has been urging me several times, and I guess you'll be able to use the materials you've handled yourself in your next Potions class. "

Solim gruffly grabbed the blade into his hand and followed Man 0.4 slowly towards Professor Sprout. []

"I ...... I haven't figured it out yet. Hermione's voice was confused.

"Haven't thought about it yet?" Solim glanced back at the pot he had just marked, "This is going to graduate." "

"What about you, what are you going to do after graduation?" asked Hermione.

It stands to reason that Solim would marry Elena after graduation, and then go to the United States under the family's arrangement, and fight with the local gangs for the benefit of the Selwyn family.

It wasn't what he wanted.

Compared with the boring days that can be predicted on the heels, the "career" on Ogel's side is much more interesting.

"I ......," Solim wasn't sure if he had a choice, "not what I'm going to do, it's what I can do, and I have too few options compared to you." "。