It should be possible to double change today, but the second change is my personal plan to look at it tomorrow. Anyway, how long has it been since the last double shift?

As well as a plane cup that I received from someone yesterday, I tested it at night, and I felt that there was no non-slip outside, so it was very laborious to pick it up. I went to the airplane cup bar and saw someone saying that it would be easier to fix this thing in a certain position, but there is no heating rod, and it is not easy to heat or clean after fixing.

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After about ten minutes, Ron finally returned, but the look of being played with was sympathetic, and Hermione had planned to take the opportunity to preach, but she still didn't.

Life is already so difficult, there are some things that should not be debunked.

The yelling letter did at least one good thing: Hermione seemed to feel that Ron had been punished enough, and now she was as friendly as ever.

Professor McGonagall was handing out the class schedule along the Gryffindor desk, and the first session of the new school year was a herbal medicine class, which she attended with the Hufflepuff students.

Out of the castle and through the vegetable patch, the greenhouse is not far ahead, where all kinds of magical plants are cultivated.

"Well, the first class was a herb class, and I haven't seen Professor Sprout in over two months. ”

Neville was one of the few students who were interested and motivated in herbal lessons, which was not easy, as learning and students were almost a pair of antonyms, not to mention that the things that required rote memorization in herbal lessons were not much less than the stinking and long history of magic.

Then again, due to the change of environment and the reduction of the wizard's range of activities, there are actually one-tenth fewer potions in textbooks now than in the last century. In other words, the most painful theoretical learning should be those predecessors hundreds of years ago, of course, their history of magic content is much less than the current one, and it is impossible to say who has worked harder.

"Ron, are you alright?"

Harry was going to comfort Ron, after all, it was because of him what happened yesterday. It's just that Ron didn't seem to hear at all, and walked on his own, with a blank expression.

"Well, there might be something wrong with Ron's hearing. Seeing this, Neville immediately explained, "Mrs. Weasley's voice is too loud, so ...... In short, if you want to talk to him, it's better to be louder. ”

Harry: "......"

Harry raised his voice, and Ron finally responded.

"Don't say anything, I want to be quiet. He said.

Harry: "......"

They approached the greenhouse and saw the rest of the students standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout. It wasn't long before they saw Professor Sprout striding from the lawn, followed by Gilderoy Lockhart. Professor Sprout had a lot of bandages on his arms, and Harry felt a pang of guilt in his heart as he saw the branches of the beating willow hanging from a distance.

Professor Sprout was a dwarf witch with a patched hat buttoned over her fluttering hair and a lot of dirt on her clothes. Lockhart was spotless from head to toe, a flowing turquoise robe, and a turquoise gold-rimmed top hat on top of his glittering blonde hair.

Compared to the latter, Professor Sprout is like a peasant woman.

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart shouted to the students, "I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the wounds of the beater! But I don't want you to think I'm better at herbology than she is! I've just happened to see a few of these strange plants on my travels......"

"It's time for the third greenhouse!" said Professor Sprout, her visibly gloomy face and unusually cheerful.

The first grade herb classes were all held in the first greenhouse, and according to the senior students, the plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting and at the same time more dangerous.

However, the students automatically ignored the second one, and they whispered with interest.

"Why is Professor Lockhart here, isn't he teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Neville whispered.

"Who knows, I think ...... anyway"

Harry was obviously not interested in Lockhart at all, but he saw Hermione pull out a small notebook and look like a fan asking for autographs, so he didn't say the second half of the unpleasant part.

The door to the greenhouse opened, and a smell of damp earth and fertilizer emerged from it, mixed with a rich floral scent. The flowers were the size of umbrellas, hanging from the ceiling,

The students went in droves, and just as Harry was about to get in, Lockhart stopped him.

"Harry, I've always wanted to talk to you - Professor Sprout, he's two minutes late, you don't mind, do you?"

From the look on Professor Sprout's face, she minded, but Lockhart said, "That's great." Then he closed the door to the greenhouse.

"Uh......"

Neville noticed that Professor Sprout's face was dark, but when she saw the envy on the faces of some of the students, especially the girls, the resentment in the professor was almost palpable.

Without saying a word, she walked behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse, on which were twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors.

After waiting a little longer, Harry slipped in through the back door and sat next to Neville, in the middle of the second row, Ron on the other side of Harry, and a good student like Hermione, of course, sitting in the front row.

Professor Sprout said, "We're going to repot the mandrake today, and now, who can tell me what the mandrake is?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, which was to be expected.

"Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative. Hermione said confidently as if she had eaten a textbook in her stomach, "It is used to restore a person who has been transformed or who has been under a spell to its original state." ”

"Very good, add ten points to Gryffindor. "Mandrake is an important part of most antidotes. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone sue me why?"

Hermione's hand brushed up again, "Hearing a mandrake's cry kills you. She blurted out.

"Exactly, plus ten points. "You see, our mandrakes here are still very young. ”

She said, pointing to a row of deep-bottomed plates. Everyone leaned forward to see better, and there were about a hundred green and purple seedlings lined up.

"Take a pair of earmuffs for each person. Professor Sprout said.

Everyone scrambled, and no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluff ear tips.

"When I tell you to put on your earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly. "When it's safe to take off the ear tips, I'll give two thumbs up." OK - put on the earmuffs. ”

The earmuffs worked so well that all of a sudden the sound outside was inaudible, and Neville was already considering whether to buy a pair, and he remembered that Uncle Algie often woke up in the middle of the night at the slightest movement, sweating profusely, and looking frightened like a nightmare.

That was a long time ago, probably seven or eight years ago, and as for why Neville could still remember, he just had a poor memory and not intermittent amnesia. In Charms class, Neville had learned that sometimes even spells couldn't erase certain memories.

Neville made a note of it in his notebook so that this year's Christmas presents would be settled.

Professor Sprout himself put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, grasped a blade of grass firmly, and pulled it up with all his might.

Pulling out of the soil is not a grass root, but a very ugly baby, and the leaves are born on its head. Its skin was light green with speckled spots, and the little creature was clearly yelling at the top of his lungs.

This thing reminded Neville of the goblins in Ron's yard, they were so kind, I don't know how they felt when they were thrown, they looked lighter than the goblins, and it shouldn't be difficult to throw two hundred meters.

So the question is, if Sprout knew that Neville was thinking about such violence and murder right now, would he have kicked Neville out of the greenhouse?