The second shift, sure enough, was very late.?? ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?．

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Changing a mandrake into a pot is not very difficult, and theoretically it is the same as stuffing an elephant in the refrigerator: pull the mandrake out of the original pot, then stuff it into a new pot, and fix it with fertilizer and dirt.

Professor Sprout demonstrated it once, and it seemed really simple, and many people were already eager to try it.

"Our mandrakes are still just seedlings, and hearing their cries is not fatal. Professor Sprout said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonias, "but they will keep you unconscious for hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so be sure to wear earmuffs when you live." When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention. ”

As requested, Neville, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in teams of four. Because there were quite a few aggressive plants in the third greenhouse, the students were all huddled together, and next to Neville was another group of Hufflepuff students.

"Who's coming first?"

Harry asked, and then he realized that he had done something stupid, and everyone here was wearing earmuffs.

The reason why I wear earmuffs now is mainly because I am worried that if someone who lacks heart and eyes comes up, he will pull out the mandrake, and in this case, half of the students may fall to the ground.

In the end, Neville came first, after all, in terms of herbal medicine, except for Hermione, Neville's grades were better, and Neville's actual operation was the best.

Neville needed to get a few pots and a bag of fertilizer first, and I don't know if it was intentional, but near these things were poisonous tentacles, a small thing that was not very dangerous but enough to make you uncomfortable.

Unlike the cautious others, Neville didn't care about the delicate little things, he picked up more than twenty pots from there, carried ten more bags of fertilizer, and put them in a nearer, safer place, enough for all the students in the entire greenhouse.

Unfortunately, because he was wearing earmuffs, Neville didn't hear the other students thank him, nor did he hear the extra points that Professor Sprout gave him, but it didn't matter.

Composting is not a difficult task, but pulling out the mandrake is a hassle, and Professor Sprout has just seen it very easy, but it is not like that at all. The mandrakes did not want to be pulled out of the soil, but they did not seem to want to go back, and they twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their little sharp fists, and gritted their teeth.

However, this rebellion was of little use to Neville, and before he could even react, the mandrake was re-stuffed into a new basin by Neville, and then just opened his mouth to howl twice, but Neville had already pressed down the fertilizer or something, and just filled his mouth full.

Let's hope that mandrake survives, otherwise Nevik will make history, because it is very likely that this is the first mandrake ever choked to death by fertilizer.

With that, Neville shook his hand. As far as the eye can see, everyone else is still struggling with the mandrake, and the first step has not yet been completed.

"Hey, I'm the fastest?" he said, a little surprised.

Although I can't hear it, I can understand what he is talking about as long as I look at Neville's expression, that face is actually no different from the LED display, and everything he says can be read on the face.

After that, it was Harry's turn, and some things only knew how difficult they were if they had tried them, although they had been mentally prepared for a long time, but after seven minutes, the exhausted Harry was barely finished, and this was the result of Neville not being able to stand it, and helping him suppress Mandrake's resistance.

By the end of class, Neville looked in good spirits, and the rest of the students were all sweaty, with a sore backache and mud.

"The second-grade schedule seems to be more intensive. ”

On the way back to the castle, Neville said with the timetable that they would have another class on Transfiguration, and that there were only two classes in one morning, and on the first day of last year, there was only one class in the whole day.

"I heard that there are many electives in the third year, ancient magic texts, divination, Muggle studies, ......"

Hermione listed a large number of subjects, and each time she mentioned one, Harry felt that his future was a little bleaker, until finally he felt that there were more classes at Hogwarts than at Muggles. 、

Maybe the other students would be better, but Harry was still a Quidditch Seeker, and in a little while they would start training, and the time would only get tighter, and it was as if Harry had seen the future holidays leave him like the Snitch.

Back at the castle, showering, and getting into new clothes, Neville and the others arrive at the Transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall's classes are always hard, and today is especially hard. After a summer vacation, all the homework I learned last year seems to have leaked out of my head during the summer vacation, and the theory part of the course sounds like a book from heaven.

The practical part of this lesson is to turn a beetle into a button, which is a very difficult thing for Neville, he can knead a piece of iron of the same size into a button, which is a breeze, but not with a wand.

Before he waved his wand for an unknown number of times, Neville suddenly reminded his friends, "Well, I have a bad feeling that you guys should stay away from me. ”

The previous herb class had taken too much effort, and Harry just nodded, and moved a little farther away. In fact, it was a really bad lesson, and it wasn't just Harry and the others.

Recalling Professor McGonagall's movements, Neville waved his wand in exactly the same trajectory as he chanted the spell.

Neville had always been odd with the fact that he didn't pronounce his spells badly, and that he swung his wand exactly like Professor McGonagall, but it turned out that he always failed. It's not just Transfiguration, it's almost all spells, and it's been bothering him for quite some time.

Maybe you should check with Professor Flitwick, he's a veteran charmer, after all.

"Crackle!"

"Poof!"

A gray, rotten egg-smelling smoke suddenly rose, but it wasn't on Neville's side. Neville's feelings weren't wrong, but it wasn't on him, it was Ron.

Maybe Ron should go back and check if it's his bad luck day, he received a roaring letter at breakfast, and during the Transfiguration class, the wand that was damaged in the car accident before didn't listen, even though he borrowed some magic tape to repair the wand, but it didn't seem to be repaired, crackling and sparking from time to time.

This time, something went wrong when Ron tried to deform the beetle. He couldn't see clearly, and his elbow flickered wildly, squashing the beetle and forcing him to ask for another one, to Professor McGonagall's displeasure.

"Maybe you should pray, like the god called God, it works. ”

"I've prayed to Merlin. Ron replied with a blank face, "However, he didn't go to work today." ”

"Okay, but there's a Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon...... You can really try praying to God. ”