In the herbal medicine class, Professor Pomona took out many kinds of plants and some mushrooms, well, to put it simply, mushrooms.
Of course, there are some more interesting plants, such as the guardian tree, which is a magical mountain pear tree that protects people who touch its trunk from attacks by dark creatures. Wizards like to use it as a magical amulet to ward off evil spirits.
Of course, Professor Pomona also mentioned some dangerous plants, such as the poisonous and dangerous tentacles, the mandrake whose crying can kill people, and the small pot of devil's snare that Professor Pomona is holding now.
"This is a young Devil's Snare." Pomona picked up the magic wand and touched the tender sprouts of the Devil's Snare. The sprouts immediately stretched out their tendrils and wrapped around the magic wand.
"As you can see, once you get close to them, the Devil's Net will wrap up the creatures that get close to it. When it grows to a certain size, it can easily cause injuries or death to people. When you are entangled by the Devil's Net, it is best not to struggle, otherwise the vines will get tighter and tighter."
Professor Pomona waved her wand so that everyone could see the characteristics of the Devil's Snare clearly.
"The Devil's Snare prefers a dark and humid living environment, so light and warmth naturally become its natural enemies." A small flame came out of Professor Pomona's magic wand, which immediately forced back the Devil's Snare.
"As you can see, fire can be a threat to it. Once attacked by the Devil's Snare, setting fire to drive it away is a very effective method."
Everyone picked up their quills and started taking notes. Pomona was not in a hurry. She waited until everyone finished writing before continuing, "People who don't know about Devil's Snare might confuse it with Christmas Cactaceae. We need to pay special attention to this..."
The herbal medicine class was very practical. Pomona briefly introduced various magical plants to everyone, which benefited everyone a lot. This course quickly attracted everyone's interest. The only trouble was that the two classes were taken consecutively, and the class time was particularly long. Everyone had to stand in class the whole time, and their legs were a little numb from standing.
The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and most of the students breathed a sigh of relief.
Professor Pomona didn't assign homework, which was good news for everyone.
"There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Li Jordan looked a little excited. Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the courses that most freshmen look forward to.
"Have you heard?" George suddenly said to the other three when he left Greenhouse No. 1, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed. The professors who teach this class always encounter all kinds of bad luck. They resign every year, and no one teaches for more than a year."
"Cursed." Albert naturally knew what was going on.
The curse comes from Voldemort, well, Tom, the Dark Lord who has the same name as their cat.
It is said that after Tom failed in his application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position, he held a grudge and cursed the position, hoping to eliminate a large number of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors and make others afraid to take over, and even more to make Dumbledore compromise.
"Yes, I heard that it was a curse placed on this position by a powerful wizard. Otherwise, Professor Dumbledore should have removed the curse with his ability."
The fact that a curse lasts for decades is enough to show how powerful the caster is.
"Now we can only hope that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be more capable." Albert said as he walked.
As soon as I turned a corner, a foul smell hit me in the face, and I happened to see Filch catching a third-year Gryffindor student who was throwing a dung bomb into the corridor.
"What's going on?" Albert covered his mouth and nose with his hands and asked a student next to him.
"That guy made a bet with someone, and he lost, so he had to throw dung bombs in the corridor in front of Filch." The senior student shook his head and walked away. There was no other way, the smell of dung bombs was too bad, it was almost like a biological gas bomb.
"He's really crazy and is courting death!" Albert couldn't help but shake his head. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Filch was having a hard time. If he were in this situation, he would probably feel tired too.
"That's really cool." The twins' eyes lit up and they were eager to try it out, because they could see that Filch was very angry about this move.
Albert put his hand to his mouth, coughed lightly, and reminded: "Ahem, you also want to help the school hospital wash the chamber pot?"
The Weasley twins, who were originally a little excited, suddenly became wilted. Forget about washing the chamber pot!
Li Qiaodan reminded: "In fact, as long as we don't get caught, it will be fine."
"With your current level, it's going to be difficult to avoid being caught." Albert continued to pour cold water on the two of them, "Unless you want to learn from that crazy guy over there and commit suicide."
On the way back to the auditorium for dinner, the twins remained silent and no one knew what they were thinking about.
"We've decided." The two looked at each other and announced with understanding.
"Decide what?" Albert raised his head and asked puzzledly.
"We've decided to do that." The twins said in unison.
"What?"
"Throw dung bombs at Filch's office," the twins said in all seriousness.
Upon hearing this, Albert almost spurted the pumpkin juice in his mouth onto the faces of the two people opposite him.
"Cough cough." He covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly.
Li Jordan next to him also opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
These two guys are really... courting death!
"If you really want to do that, I can give you some... small suggestions." Albert thought for a moment and added, "But I haven't thought about it yet."
"Hey, why are you too..." Lee Jordan couldn't help but shake his head. He finally understood why Albert was sorted into Gryffindor.
This guy is quite courageous!
"By the way, I'm curious how you could eat so much food at noon." Li Qiaodan changed the subject stiffly.
"Nonsense, I eat at seven in the morning. How can it be compared with you guys who eat after 8:30?" Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes at Li.
Since there is less to do in the morning and the British have a rich breakfast, they are generally not very hungry by noon.
I eat less at noon, sometimes even nothing at all.
"Tell me, how should we play a prank on Filch?" The twins were more concerned with the current problem.
"Just don't go too far, but you have to make Filch very angry, right!" Albert glanced at the corner of the long table. A guy who was seeking death had been released and was now surrounded by a group of people.
Li, who had just finished his meal, also came over to inquire about the news. Indeed, excessive curiosity is also a disease.
"Yes." The twins looked away and nodded repeatedly.
"Are you prepared to be put in solitary confinement?" Albert asked again.
"Yes!" They both nodded again.