On this night, many ambitious students had a sweet dream. In their dreams, they held the Goblet of Fire symbolizing honor on the podium, immersed in the cheers of the crowd. ranw?enw?w?w?.
Of course, there is always a gap between ideal and reality. The next day, when they wake up from sleep, they have to face their new lessons.
It may be that the gap is too large, and many students are a little tired.
They are all-powerful in the arena, but now they can only face these disgusting plants.
In the greenhouse, the Slytherin and Hufflepuff students are having herbal medicine lessons.
They dared to say that they were the ugliest plants they had ever seen, when in fact they were not like plants but more like black, slimy slugs sticking straight out of the soil. And all of them are wriggling slightly, and there are many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seem to be full of **.
"Babo tuber," Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "you need to squeeze it by hand, and you have to collect its pus."
"Merlin, this thing is disgusting enough, but you still want to collect its pus?" A Slytherin female student screamed, looking very unacceptable.
"The pus of Babo's tuber is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne." A girl with glasses said seriously as if she was following the scriptures. Then she put on gloves and squeezed these tubers seriously.
"This student answered correctly." Professor Sprout said appreciatively, "Add ten points to Ravenclaw."
"Then I'd rather get acne." The girl just said that, and she was about to take off her gloves and give up.
"I think it's also a good exercise." Malfoy was already sitting next to a low stool, hands through gloves, concentrating on collecting the disgusting, yellow-green liquid into the bottle.
Seeing this, the other Slytherin students, even if they were not very willing, followed his demonstration. The girl picked up the glove she had thrown down again, reluctantly found a place, and started to "work" stand up.
Sometimes, a leader can play a very important role.
A deep and deep bell came from the castle, across the wet field, class was over, and the students dispersed one after another. This disgusting class was finally over, and the students who had classes had to go across the wet grass to catch up with each other. Going to the next class, the students who have no class are eager to go back and take a shower to wash off the pungent gasoline smell.
Some of the courses after that were all step-by-step. Hagrid's substitute teacher, Professor Graplan, was an experienced teacher. Unlike the dangerous magical creatures commonly used in Hagrid's class, the teaching objects she chose were all Fun and practical.
For example, in today's class, she carefully prepared a special biological bowtruckle for the students present.
A pile of branches lay quietly on the grass, stacked fairly neatly.
This is a very wonderful creature, usually disguised as a branch, but the real face is quite cute, like a wooden elf, each with brown, knobby legs and arms, each hand There were two twig-like fingers, and two small round brown eyes gleamed on each flat, bark-like funny face.
As if they sensed the crowd watching from the students, these creatures have regained their vitality.
"This is a Bowtruckle." Professor Graplan pointed to one of them, and began to introduce it to the students, "They usually live on trees whose branches can be used as magic wands, and they feed on ground turtles. If you are willing, Some woodcuts can be collected from me, and the bowtruckles will attract attention to their favorite food, so that we can gather leaves or wood on the trees that the bowtruckles inhabit."
"This is much more interesting than that rambunctious eagle horse." A student took the lead and shouted, and many students followed suit. The teacher was actually a temporary substitute class last semester, and he didn't do too much preparatory work. Well, this time when I officially take up the post, I naturally have to make careful preparations to attract the attention of the students.
"Look, it's nodding and saying hello to me!" A girl said excitedly. Women generally lack the ability to resist such cute creatures.
"Don't reach out to touch them." Professor Graplan immediately took out his wand and slapped back the girl's hand that was about to reach out.
Sometimes the wand can also be used as a pointer.
"They haven't developed a good impression of you at this time. Touching them rashly will cause them to fight back. After all, when docile creatures are threatened, they will fight back hard." Professor Graplan said seriously, "They Their hands are sharp, it's easy to scratch your robes or leave some scars on your hands and feet. The worst result is that their hands get stuck in your eyeballs. In that case, the recovery will take a long time time."
"Well, it seems that we have to coax them first." The girl rubbed her wrist that was beaten, said helplessly, and blinked her eyes by the way. Just talking about what the teacher said just made her Some tingling in the eyes.
"If Pansy was here, would he be clamoring for one to be a pet?" At this moment, Malfoy suddenly became distracted, showing a knowing smile, perhaps because he was too accustomed to it in the previous time. Sometimes the girl is no longer pestering him, but he is still not used to it.
"I hope you can get better soon." Malfoy thought so, and decided to write a letter when he was free, and let the owl take it over, asking about Pansy's leg injury.
"Sneeze." Pansy, who was far away at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, sniffed. She was lying quietly in bed now, wondering why she was sneezing without warning.
"I don't think I have a cold." She subconsciously reached out and touched her head, only to feel that the temperature was normal.
"Miss Parkinson, it's time to drink your medicine." It should be the medical staff in charge of her condition, holding a steaming earthen jar, and pushed open the door. When Pan Xi saw this person, her face became bitter.
The reason is simple, most of the medicines are very bitter, the way of healing and the medicine prescribed by the wizard, there will be no capsules and sugar coating in it.
Instead of looking at what kind of "tug-of-war" Pansy would have with the doctor for taking the medicine, he turned his attention back to Hogwarts.
"Very well, the matters needing attention, I've explained it, and it's your job next." Professor Graplan's slightly hoarse voice brought Malfoy back to reality.
"You each need to complete a sketch, marking each part of the Bowtruckle's body, remember, in groups of three." She arranged the task, and the students began to approach with the woodcutter that was distributed These "little guys" began to observe.
After a while, the bell rang, and all the students completed the sketches, the difference was only in the fineness.
Another class ended, which meant they were one step closer to Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
It's just that Slytherin students don't think about what they will learn in this class.