Chapter 688 Packet Capture

However, Robert was not frightened by its momentum and even commented on it.

"The taste is too strong, and the size is too small." Robert sighed, "The peppers are three times as big as yours."

Yes, the vivid fire dragon in front of you is actually just a fruit, to be precise, a pepper.

At first, they just threw the pepper seeds into the soil mixed with dragon dung. Then after a series of re-selection and cultivation, the quality of the entire pepper was improved. Simply put, it became spicier.

I don’t know how many generations it has been cultivated, but the variety now known as “Fire Dragon Pepper” has the highest spiciness.

I just don’t know what the senior sister is going to do with the hottest chili pepper in the world. If you eat this thing, it will really kill you, right?

Besides, despite all kinds of disgust, this pepper is actually somewhat similar to a fire dragon. Eating it so easily feels like a waste of art.

After bypassing the pepper tree, Robert came to a nearby tree, which was densely covered with many red fruits as big as longan.

This is the newly cultivated Zanthoxylum bungeanum, but the fertilizer for this Zanthoxylum bungeanum tree is not dragon dung, but...

Opal bird feathers.

As a pet, Opal is very qualified. It is clingy when it should be clingy. When the owner is busy, it can have fun by itself. Even cats can play with it without throwing "bombs" everywhere.

Phoenix has a magical ability, just like a cat licking its fur, and then spitting out balls of yarn.

Phoenix lumps the indigestible plants into neat little balls in his stomach and regurgitates them.

These small balls had medicinal properties and were called "Phoenix Fire Stones" because of the gems they contained, and were said to protect against cold when worn on the body.

There's just something not very good about it.

The hair loss is a bit severe.

Robert collected the hair, crushed it all, mixed it with the soil, and used it to grow vegetables.

Those Zanthoxylum bungeanum trees have absorbed the nutrients from the phoenix feathers, and the red fruits seem to have phoenixes flowing around them.

Looks very gorgeous.

But when you look closer, the size of those phoenixes is a bit ridiculous.

Round like a ball.

Robert's face was expressionless. Well, this must be because the peppercorns are round, and it definitely has nothing to do with the phoenix itself!

After picking off some peppercorns and leaves, Robert quietly walked back. When he turned around, he saw Professor Sprout, who was glowing with fire.

"Mr. Leslie! Can you explain why you showed up in my greenhouse so late?!"

Oh ho.

Unpleasant thoughts suddenly rose in Robert's mind. What should he do if he was blocked by the professor in the plantation?

Waiting online, quite urgent.

"Is there going to be a test this morning?!" Stebbins yelled, "Are we going to suffer such a terrible thing when school starts?!"

His yelling made Summers beside him very upset, and the corn paste burned him again.

"Shut up! Stebbins!" Summers yelled. "It's just a test!"

"It's not just that!" Stebbins cried in a tearful voice, "It really hurts!"

Summers looked at the drama queen helplessly, "Man, you suffered more than this during the summer vacation."

Stebbins exploded instantly, "Summers! Don't mention that!"

The Hufflepuff dining table immediately became lively, and some little badgers who didn't know the inside story listened attentively, looking curious to know what "painful things" happened in the summer.

Unlike his companions who were excited and a little hopeful, Robert was like a wilted carrot. He lay on the table and didn't want to move at all. Even when Summers secretly took away the pumpkin muffins in front of him, he didn't do anything. reaction.

"What's wrong with you?" Summers asked vaguely, chewing a waffle in his mouth, confused, "You look like you've been spoiled."

Robert glared at him angrily, "Speak up!" What does it mean to be spoiled!

"I was caught by Professor Sprout last night when I went to steal peppercorns." He raised his paw and said feebly, "Then he helped her stir the Chika fruit for an hour."

"Chicago?" Summers blinked, a little confused, "Is she going to feed some large magical creature? Why does she want this kind of fruit?"

"It seems that I want to experiment on my own. I don't know exactly what it can do." Robert stretched, "But the smell is really terrible."

He frowned, "It was sour at first, then bitter, and finally I felt as if I was completely buried in suffering. I spent the whole night thinking about the suffering and torture I had encountered in this life."

As he said that, he buried his head on the dining table again and didn't want to move.

Summers gave him a sympathetic look. "Man, that sounds really miserable."

Robert curled his lips. If it wasn't miserable, could he lie on the dining table and not want to get up? ! I have no idea where Professor Sprout got this thing from. It is simply the most powerful little wizard's treasure.

When the little wizards had almost eaten, Principal Dumbledore stood up and announced, "Today and tomorrow are testing times. Everyone will be tested in different rooms according to the academy."

"Fifth-year prefects, please be sure to maintain order. Because Professor McGonagall is on long-term leave, Gryffindor prefects please assist the new prefects in completing the tests today and tomorrow."

"Don't worry, this is just a small test. You also want to know how much magic you can perform after the summer vacation, right?" He said with a wink, looking playful.

Some wizards muttered in a low voice, "This is unfair. Many of them went to summer camp activities, which allowed the use of magic! But we were ordered not to use wands throughout the summer!"

When Harry heard this, he felt a little empathetic. After all, magic is really about quantity.

If the hand is raw, then it is very likely that not a single magic spell can be cast.

Normally everyone hides it and doesn't know how poor the other's magic skills are. Naturally, no one will laugh at anything, but now we have to show it in front of everyone...

He could already imagine the vicious words Malfoy would use to laugh at him if he couldn't release a single spell.

"Look! That's the Boy-Who-Lived! He's a fool who can't even use magic!"

"Do you still believe that he can save the world? Don't be ridiculous! He can't even save his own grades!"

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but shudder.

He swore that if Malfoy dared to say that to him, this time, even just this time!

He must let him know that fists are more important than wands!