Chapter 130: Bud
Buckbeak's case ended so hastily. Fudge stood at the back door and took a look, signed the document, and then took the other two back to the Ministry of Magic—then, more importantly, Things are waiting for him to do it!
When Dumbledore also left, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurriedly opened the door and walked into the cabin.
Maka, you really did it! Hermione said excitedly. We all saw that Buckbeak went to the Forbidden Forest—
As long as you know it, send it away later, this matter is over. Maca nodded, But don't be too busy to be happy...Harry, I think there is something you must know, you You can go to Professor Lupine's office, and he will tell you everything.
What's the matter? Can we go together? Ron asked strangely.
Of course, in fact, this matter has a lot to do with you. Maca said, Go together!
Aren't you coming? Hermione asked.
But Maca shook his head, I still have things to do, so I won't join in the fun.
Maca really had a lot of things to do, but what no one expected was that he went to the seventh greenhouse first.
There was no other reason for him to go there, just because those unknown plants had already grown flower buds. But precisely because of those flower buds, no one can enter the seventh greenhouse.
Professor Sprout told Maca that the presence of those buds made the plants more attractive to living things.
About a few days ago!
That morning, a senior student came to ask Sprout to enter the seventh greenhouse to observe some more dangerous plants.
Of course, it is a good thing to like to study, and the student's grades in herbal medicine have always been good, and Professor Sprout quickly approved his application.
However, until noon that day, the student did not come to return the key, and Professor Sprout finally noticed something unusual.
When she rushed outside the seventh greenhouse, she vaguely saw a figure standing there in a daze through the glass of the greenhouse, motionless.
And the position he was facing was exactly the area where the plants Maca had planted.
Professor Sprout immediately recalled the characteristics of those plants that had always been displayed, and she understood that those plants were very likely to grow flower buds...
After thinking for a while, Sprout closed his eyes, clamped his nose, and even put on an air filter mask—no way, in this world, there are many wonderful plants that are always hard to guard against , for her, this is the charm of those plants.
But at the same time, it is also the place that makes people have a headache.
In the end, Sprout, who was ready to be safe, just groped blindly, and found the student by memory, and forcibly dragged him out of the greenhouse...
And today is the day that Maca and Professor Sprout made an appointment—they will cooperate with each other and write the cultivation records for those plants together.
Professor Sprout, here I come.
Maca first went to the office of the professor of herbal medicine, where Professor Sprout was sitting on the sofa chair by the table waiting for him!
Oh—just in time, you see—I wrote down the specific operation process! Sprout said with a smile, Come on! Let's take a closer look at it together!
Maca stepped forward, sat next to her naturally, picked up the parchment on the table, and began to read.
Sprout's office is always so relaxed and casual. There is not even a desk here. There are various flower pots everywhere, and there are colorful plants at a glance.
It can be seen from this special office that Professor Sprout is indeed an easy-going teacher.
But Maca is already used to it - he has cultivated magic plants for potion research in several greenhouses,
And all of this is inseparable from Sprout's special care for him.
As the dean of Hufflepuff College, Professor Sprout is very satisfied with Maca, an excellent student. Not to mention that she has always been partial to students from her own academy, even if she was as strict as Snape, she probably would not reject a student like Maca.
Professor, I think this operation process is almost impeccable— Maca carefully read the words on the parchment, he raised his head and said seriously, However, I think our tasks should be changed.
You mean, you're going to observe them? Professor Sprout quickly waved his hands and said, No, that's too dangerous! I'm a teacher, I should do this kind of thing...
But Maca still insisted on his suggestion, he explained: Professor, listen to me... My proposal is precisely because you have much more experience in dealing with plants than I do, we need the experienced one Maintaining a state of absolute sobriety.
Professor Sprout heard that, after thinking about it, she agreed to Maca's suggestion.
After the process is determined, it's time to try the actual operation.
The process is actually not complicated. Maca only needs to tie a rope around his waist, put on all the protective equipment, walk blindly to the position, and take off the protective equipment one by one, so as to try to judge which characteristics of the plant.
If Maca was confused by those plants, then Sprout would pull the rope and pull Maca back, using the position where he woke up as the area of influence of those plants.
In the end, the two of them completed the cultivation record together.
However, this is easier said than done, but actually quite difficult. The difficulty is that none of them are sure whether Maca can clearly observe the key data he should obtain.
Because, after the student who was fascinated by the plants woke up, he immediately stated that he didn't remember what he had seen!
Professor, I'll go in. Maca said, then opened the door and walked into the greenhouse.
The layout of the seventh greenhouse is not much different from the last time Maca came here. Many seemingly dangerous plants are constantly barking their teeth and claws. The effects of those plants do not seem to affect other plants.
Of course, Maca cannot see these situations for the time being, because he is still wearing a blindfold!
Maca is very familiar with the layout of the greenhouse, even though it is quite big, but he didn't take a wrong step, and quickly touched the vicinity of the original location.
Maca reached out and touched his left side again. After confirming his specific position and orientation again, he decisively began to take off the protective gear one by one.
And every time he took off one piece, he would feel it carefully, and he would not take off another piece until he was sure that there was no effect.
It didn't take long for his hearing and sense of smell to recover, but everything was still normal. Although there were various smells in the air, nothing happened.
The next step is the sense of touch.
Maca stretched his hand forward, moving his hand little by little... The next moment, he felt his fingertips touched the stems and leaves of the plant, but there was still nothing abnormal.
He touched the plant carefully, and immediately, a round thing with a pointed tip fell into his fingertips - this should be a flower bud, and it really produced a flower bud!
The next step is the last step, it's time to take off the blindfold and observe directly with my own eyes...
The moment Maca took off the blindfold and opened his eyes, a strange sense of blankness filled his mind—as if he didn't have to think about anything.
In other words, he lost his consciousness, just maintained a standing posture, staring blankly at those flower buds, without any movement.
But not long after, about a few seconds, Maca's fingers suddenly twitched.
...
This is... Maca looked around in a daze, his mind was like a mess, Um... where is this?
He found himself sitting on a bed, and the surroundings felt very familiar to him, like...
...Like...Torpoint?
Maca felt that her memory seemed to be slowly becoming clearer.
Hey, I'm sleepy, isn't it Topoint? He shook his head suddenly, stretched out his hand and opened the curtains, and the setting sun outside suddenly shone in, covering the originally dark room. A layer of gold.
He yawned heavily, stretched again, and sighed casually: Well—it's the beginning of a new day!
Throwing off the quilt, getting out of bed and getting dressed, he pushed open the door and walked downstairs quickly.
Following the footsteps of tom tom tom, a roar came from the first floor: Damn it, can't you walk more lightly, kid? You almost destroyed my ancestral stairs!
Come on! You just need to take care of your ancestral pound! Maca said while walking to the bathroom on the second floor.
After he took a shower and tidied himself up, he went down to the first floor.
Half of the first floor of this large two-storey house with attics has been converted into a bar by the owner Anglo, while the other half is the back kitchen.
In the past, Maca also found his first job here as a kitchen assistant.
As for the second floor, it was also converted into several separate rooms by Anglo, a bachelor, and rented out to several other residents. Only a slightly larger room was left for him to live in.
Maca, on the other hand, can only live in the attic—after all, Uncle Anglo provided it for free. Not to mention, although Maca always disliked the cramped and oppressive place, the scenery outside the window was still very good.
Hey! Anglo! Maca walked from the back kitchen to the front of the bar and said with a hippie smile, Good morning!
Boy, don't always regard other people's sunsets as your sunrise!
Anglo is a strong man with a big beard. Apart from receiving customers, his only hobby is working out. Look at his tendons, coupled with his nearly two-meter-high stature, he looks like a brown bear!
Look at what you said, am I not used to the good nightlife? Maca waved his hand as a greeting, and then he went back to the back kitchen, intending to find something to fill his stomach.
