Professor Sprout was a dwarf witch who always seemed kind, with a patched hat buttoned into her flowing hair, and a lot of mud on her clothes, and anyone would think she was an ordinary peasant woman if she took off her witch hat, but now she was a Hogwarts herb teacher. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Today's herb class was attended by Ravenclaw and Slytherin, and unlike usual, they were going to the third greenhouse, where the plants were more interesting and certainly more dangerous than the first. The students whispered discussions, speculating about what they would learn today, well, most of these students were Ravenclaws, and you can't expect Crabbe and Goyle to love learning too, and it seemed that the two of them were lethargic and listless, which was very much in line with the state of the scumbags.

Malfoy and Pansy walked to the door of the greenhouse, surrounded by Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, who awaited Professor Sprout's arrival.

"Sorry kids, I'm a little late. Professor Sprout arrived late, with a lot of bandages on his arm, "There's something wrong with the beating willow, and I have to fix it." As she spoke, she removed a large key from her belt and opened the door. A smell of damp earth and fertilizer crept into their noses, mixed with a rich floral scent. The flowers were the size of an umbrella and hung from the ceiling.

The students looked curiously at everything around them.

"Don't mess around. Malfoy grabbed Pansy's hand, and she was about to reach out to touch a plant growing in a small porcelain pot, with bewitching flowers on it, and the bewitching figure and bright colors were full of attraction to the girl.

"If your hand wants to be like this, I won't stop you. Seeing Pansy glaring at him fiercely, Malfoy pulled out a book out of nowhere, as if he had eaten it in his stomach, and he skillfully flipped it to where he needed it, pointing to a picture. "See for yourself. "The picture showed a man's withered hands, covered with black spots, as if they were going to rot at any moment.

"You won. After seeing the picture, Pansy frowned, and without hesitation, took a big step to the other side, and looked at the pot of flowers with disgust.

"So the first thing you need to do when you get in here is to put your gloves on. Malfoy said as she picked out a pair of gloves from the table, and Pansy quickly chose one to put on, she didn't want to accidentally make her hands look disgusting.

Professor Sprout stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse, clapping her hands, drawing everyone's attention. "We're going to repot the mandrake today," she said. Now, can anyone tell me what the properties of a mandrake are?"

Several Ravenclaw students immediately raised their hands, and Professor Sprout nodded at a tall and lanky boy, who was probably a little nervous, and stammered slightly, "However, it is a powerful restorative that can restore the enchanted and the transformed. ”

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

"If we hear their cries, we die. Malfoy said lightly.

"Correct. Professor Sprout said, "I hope you'll raise your hand next time to speak, Draco.Slytheringa." She then pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates and continued: "Look, our mandrakes here are still very young, and their cries are not yet lethal enough, but they can make people faint for a few hours, so now each of them has a pair of earmuffs." ”

There were about two dozen pairs of earmuffs of different colors on the stool, and the students scrambled for them, none of them willing to wear the pink earmuffs.

"Well, I'd say it's actually quite for you. Malfoy tried to restrain himself from laughing, and the pink fluffy earmuffs ended up being put on by Pansy because she was a little slower.

"Say it again!" Pansy also felt that this girly color decoration was not suitable for her, and when Malfoy teased her, she couldn't help but be ashamed and annoyed, and reached over to take off Malfoy's earmuffs, presumably to swap them.

"Stop. Malfoy gently withdrew her hand and pointed at the Professor,

An ugly baby with blades of grass on his head has been caught, his skin is light green and speckled with it. The little guy was obviously yelling at the top of his lungs.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders, meaning that he couldn't help himself, that the study had already begun, and that if Pansy was willing to faint for a few hours, maybe he could still change it.

Pansy could only pour her breath on the mandrake doll, and she used a dozen points of strength to hold it tightly, and Malfoy assured that the expression on Pansy's hand was definitely the most painful in the entire classroom.

After a while, basically all the people had completed their task and buried the mandrake in a new pot. Some of the students were sweating profusely, and it looked like he had fought a big battle with a dark wizard. Some people seem to be at ease, as if they have done a trivial thing.

Suddenly, the students felt the table in front of them shake, and they looked at the teacher and knew that they could take the earbuds off.

"Good, everybody did a great job. Professor Sprout said appreciatively, pleased with the students' performance.

"Professor, I'd like to ask a question. Malfoy held up his hand and thought to himself, "Forced assist to the start of science." ”

"Say it, kid. ”

"Can you tell us about some specific symptoms that can be addressed by mandrakes?" Malfoy said word for word, trying to get as much attention as possible from the students.

"That's a good question. Professor Sprout praised him for a moment, then said, "This is one of those who have been caught under the petrification spell and can use it." ”

"Professor, did Neville from Gryffindor use mandrakes last semester as well? A brown-haired Ravenclaw girl asked.

"Good. Professor Sprout's smile became more and more kind, and then he said, "Kid, the effect of the spell will not be the same for different people, Hermione didn't have any ill intentions at the time, and she is still a student now, if the petrification spell was cast by that person..." "Sorry, I seem to have said something superfluous. She immediately stopped talking, because she noticed that the atmosphere had become solemn, and the faces of the students were showing fear.

Malfoy broke the somewhat awkward silence with a voice, and he continued to ask, "Professor, what about Medusa? Legend has it that people can be petrified if they look directly into its eyes, is this true, and can the mandrake solve it?"

"Oh, kid, that's just a legendary creature, don't worry. Professor Sprout paused, as if thinking of something, and continued, "But there is also a creature whose eyes resemble those of the rumored Medusa. ”

"What is it? Malfoy asked.

"Basilisk. ”

"Basilisk? what's that?" a group of students began to whisper to each other.

"Hmm...," Professor Sprout pondered for a moment, as if searching for his own memories, and then said, "Actually, you can ask your Conservation Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn, who should know better than I do." She paused and continued, "But since a classmate asked, I'll answer it—the basilisk is a large snake with a dazzling green body, and its body can reach fifty feet long. The male snake has a bright red feather on its head, and its tusks are unusually poisonous. She paused again, presumably to emphasize the following words, "But its most dangerous attack is to stare at the target with its large yellow eyes. Anyone whose gaze touches its gaze will be killed instantly, and if it is indirectly lifted, there is only one hope, and that is the mandrake. ”

The students were in an uproar.

Recognising the horror of what he said, Professor Sprout continued: "Don't worry, there has been no record of a basilisk sighting in England for at least four hundred years. Many of the students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Does it have predators?"

"Of course, all living things have predators, and the rooster's crow is also fatal to it, as if it were hatched from a small hen's egg. Professor Sputlaw said.

Walking out of the greenhouse, almost all the students were talking, although many of them were covered in mud, and their backs hurt after labor, but they didn't care about this, the basilisk that was extended in today's class made them excited, and there was nothing more terrifying, but something far away from people could be a better talking point.

"What are you talking about, basilisks, classmates?" Lockhart appeared behind them out of nowhere, leaning against a pillar, dressed in lavender lilac robes, with eight shining teeth and a signature smile. He blinked and continued, "That's a big guy, I went to ..... in the first place", Lockhart began to tell his "experience" in a flash, and a group of students quickly gathered around after hearing this, they were curious about how Lockhart managed to get rid of the basilisk, and if there was any magic other than a rooster that could defeat it?

"Pansy, aren't you going to hear his story?" asked Malfoy, from the side.

"I think the story of your white lady is much more interesting. Pansy pursed her lips, dismissive of someone.

Malfoy was immediately truly embarrassed.

About a quarter of an hour later.

"In this way, peace was restored to the village, and they wanted to repay me, but I refused, as a third-class medalist of the Order of Merlin, 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, then blinked his charming eyes: "Of course the grateful kisses of the girls are not included" As soon as the words fell, the students immediately burst into bursts of warm applause, and a group of girls screamed excitedly, revealing fan-like star eyes.

"Where did this come from?" Malfoy could only roll his eyes at someone's shameless behavior to show his disdain.