Professor Sprout is a squat witch, she always looks very kind, with a patched hat on her flowing hair, and a lot of mud on her clothes, if you take off the witch hat , anyone would have thought she was an ordinary farming woman, but now she is a herbal medicine teacher at Hogwarts.
Today's herbal class is held by Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Unlike usual, they are going to the third greenhouse today. The plants here are more interesting than the first greenhouse, but of course they are more dangerous. The students were discussing in low voices, guessing what knowledge they would learn today. Well, most of these students are Ravenclaws. You can't expect Crabbe and Goyle to love learning. Drowsy and listless, it fits the state of a scumbag.
Malfoy and Pansy walked to the door of the greenhouse, surrounded by Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, waiting for Professor Sprout to arrive.
"Sorry kids, I'm late." Professor Sprout arrived late, with a lot of bandages on his arms. "There's something wrong with the Whomping Willow, and I have to fix it," she said. He took a large key from his belt and opened the door. A smell of damp earth and manure filled their nostrils, mingled with a rich scent of flowers. The flowers were the size of umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.
The students looked at everything around them curiously.
"Don't touch it." Malfoy grabbed Pansy's hand, and she was about to reach out to touch a plant growing in a small porcelain pot with coquettish and charming flowers blooming on it. Colors are attractive to girls.
"If your hand wants to become like this, I won't stop you." Seeing Pansy glaring at him fiercely, Malfoy took out a book out of nowhere, as if eating the book. Like a stomach, he deftly flipped it to the position he needed, pointed to a picture and said. "See for yourself." The picture showed a man's withered hand, covered in black spots that looked as if they would rot away at any moment.
"You won." After seeing the picture clearly, Pan Xi frowned, took a big step to the other side without hesitation, and showed a disgusted expression at the potted flower.
"So the first thing you do when you enter here is to put on your gloves." Malfoy said as he picked out a pair of suitable gloves from the table, and Pansy quickly picked a pair and put them on. The hands turned into a disgusting look.
Standing behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse, Professor Sprout clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention. She said, "We're repotting the Mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what the Mandrake has to offer?"
Several Ravenclaw students immediately raised their hands high, and Professor Sprout pointed to a tall and thin boy. He might be a little nervous, and stammered slightly: "Yes, you can put the cursed person It is a powerful restoration agent to restore the shape of the deformed person."
"Very well, ten points for Ravenclaw," said Professor Sprout. "The mandrake is an important part of most antidotes. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"
"If we hear their calls, we will die." Malfoy said lightly.
"The answer is correct." Professor Sprout said: "I hope you can raise your hand next time to speak again, Draco's classmate Slytheringa is very good." She then pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates and continued: " You see, our mandrakes here are still very young, their calls are not deadly enough for now, but they can also make people faint for several hours, now everyone should take a pair of earmuffs."
There were twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors on the stool, and the students were scrambling for them, but none of them wanted to wear the pink earmuffs.
"Well, I'd say it actually suits you pretty well." Malfoy tried not to laugh, and the pink fluffy earmuffs were finally put on by Pansy, because she was a little slow to start.
"Say it again!" Pansy also felt that this kind of girly-colored decoration was not suitable for her, and she couldn't help being ashamed and annoyed when Malfoy teased her again. She reached out her hand and tried to take off Malfoy's earmuffs. I want to swap.
"Stop." Malfoy gently pushed her hand away, pointed at the professor,
An ugly baby with blades of grass growing on its head had been caught. His skin was light green and spotted with spots. The little guy was clearly yelling at the top of his lungs.
Malfoy shrugged, meaning that there was nothing he could do to help, and the study had already begun. If Pansy was willing to faint for a few hours, maybe he could still change it.
Pansy could only vent her anger on the Mandrake doll, and she held it tightly with all her strength. Malfoy assured that the expression on the doll in Pansy's hand was definitely the most beautiful in the classroom. painful one.
After a while, basically all the people finished their tasks and buried the mandrakes in new pots. Some students were sweating profusely and looked as if they had fought a dark wizard. Some people seem to be doing it with ease, as if they have done a trivial thing.
Suddenly, the students felt the table in front of them shake. They looked at the teacher and knew that they could take off the earplugs.
"Very good, everyone is doing very well." Professor Sprout said appreciatively, very satisfied with the performance of the students.
"Professor, I want to ask a question." Malfoy raised his hand and thought to himself, "Forcibly assist science."
"Speak, child."
"Can you tell us some specific symptoms that can be solved by the mandrake?" Malfoy said word by word, hoping to attract the attention of the students as much as possible.
"This question is very good." Professor Sprout first praised him, and then said: "People who have been under the petrification spell can use it, this is one of them."
"Professor, did Neville in Gryffindor also use Mandrakes last semester? He seems to have been under the petrification spell last semester." A brown-haired Ravenclaw girl asked.
"Very good." Professor Sprout's smile became more and more amiable, and then he said, "My child, the spells cast by different people will have different effects. Classmate Hermione didn't mean anything malicious at the time, and she is still a student now. , if the petrification curse was issued by that person..." As he spoke, Professor Sprout's smile narrowed, and he put on a serious expression. "Sorry, I seem to have said unnecessary words." She stopped talking immediately, because she found that the atmosphere at the scene had become dignified, and the faces of the students were full of fear.
Malfoy broke the awkward silence, and continued to ask: "Professor, what about Medusa? It is said that people's eyes will be petrified if they look directly at it. Is this true? Mandrakes can Solve it?"
"Oh, child, that's just a legendary creature, don't worry." Professor Sprout paused, as if thinking of something, and then said: "But there is indeed a kind of creature's eyes and the rumored Medusa resemblance."
"What is it, Professor?" Malfoy pressed.
"Basilisk."
"Basilisk? What's that?" A group of students started whispering to each other.
"Well..." Professor Sprout buried his head in thought for a while, as if he was searching his memory, and then said: "Actually, you can ask your teacher of the protection of magical creatures—Professor Kettleburn, he It should be clearer than me.” She paused and continued: “But since some students asked, I’ll answer it—the basilisk is a big snake covered in dazzling green, with a body length of up to fifty feet. The male There is a bright red feather on the snake's head, and its fangs are extremely poisonous." She paused again, probably to emphasize the following words, "but its most dangerous attack method is to stare at the victim with its big yellow eyes. The target of the attack. As long as anyone's eyes come into contact with it, they will be killed instantly. If it is indirectly disarmed, there is only one hope, and that is the mandrake."
The students were in an uproar.
Realizing that what he said was a little scary, Professor Sprout continued: "Don't worry, there have been no records of seeing a basilisk in Britain for at least four hundred years." Only then did many students breathe a sigh of relief.
"Does it have natural enemies?"
"Of course, any creature has natural enemies, and the crowing of the rooster is also fatal to it, as if it was hatched from a small hen's egg." Professor Sputrow said.
Walking out of the greenhouse, almost all the students were talking. Although many of them were covered with mud, and their backs were sore after labor, they didn’t care about it. The basilisk that was extended in today’s class made them very interested. Nothing makes for a better conversation piece than something scary, yet remote from people.
"Students, what are you talking about, Basilisk?" Lockhart appeared behind them like a ghost, leaning on a pillar. Shiny teeth, with a signature smile. He blinked and continued: "That's really a big guy, when I went...", Lockhart began to brag about his "experience" again, and a group of students quickly surrounded him after hearing the words , They were very curious about how Lockhart managed to get rid of the basilisk. Is there any magic other than the rooster that could defeat it
"Pansy, don't you want to hear his story?" Malfoy asked from the side.
"I think your story about the white lady is much more interesting." Pan Xi curled her lips, dismissing someone.
Malfoy felt really embarrassed immediately.
After about a quarter of an hour.
"In this way, peace was restored to the village. They wanted to repay me, but I refused. As a recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, this is what I should do, and I should not accept any payment " He paused, and then blinked his charming eyes: "Of course the grateful kisses from the girls are not included." As soon as the words fell, the students burst into bursts of warm applause, and a group of girls screamed excitedly. Shouting, revealing starry eyes like fans.
"Where did this plagiarize from?" Looking at someone's shameless behavior, Malfoy could only roll his eyes to express his contempt for him.
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