There were no classes in the afternoon, and Gryffindor was going to have a herbalology class with Hufflepuff. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to meet up with Hermione, Vio decided to sit in on the class - they were in the same grade anyway.

Vio told Hermione, Harry, and Ron about his confrontation with Professor Snape.

They stood outside the greenhouse, waiting for Professor Sprout to arrive.

A slight breeze occasionally crosses by, faintly carrying the charming fragrance of frangipani, which blows refreshed people's hearts.

After vio finished speaking, he was in a much better mood.

She certainly didn't say how she mentioned Harry's parents to provoke Professor Snape to almost madness - after all, serious illness deserves drastic medication, and she didn't feel that she had anything wrong with it.

Vio simply said that he was dissatisfied with the professor's criticism, so he responded to Professor Snape's sarcasm when he knew that the assignment would get a zero grade.

For the first time, Hermione didn't say anything to her about respecting teachers, but looked solemn on the sidelines, as if she was thinking about something.

Ron and Harry were full of respect for VIO: "Dude, seriously, you have such courage, you are simply our idol!"

"It's amazing, I wish I had been there, I really wanted to see Snape's face greener than garlic, haha!"

"If you were there, you might have a different opinion about my choice. Vio smiled wryly, "I'm going to be locked up for a week." ”

"It's amazing that he didn't kick you out of school, or even Slytherin, hahaha!"

Harry and Ron laughed louder at this point, not taking confinement seriously - yes, they hadn't tried to confine Professor Snape anyway.

Moreover, there was finally one more person who caused trouble, and the comparison mentality made Ron and Harry feel a lot more relieved in an instant.

Vio laughed too, and it occurred to her that Harry and Ron were back in a speeding car, and with Professor McGonagall's temperament, they certainly couldn't escape a lockdown.

Ron would go to the prize room to wipe the trophy and find a trophy with Tom Riddle's name engraved on it, and Harry would be pulled by Lohar's name to help him reply to the reader.

She couldn't wait to see what Harry and her had seen in Lockhart's office, and it was interesting to think about it - Harry's face might be green too.

Only Hermione, still frowning, looked into the distance, and Vio looked over.

Professor Sprout was striding from the lawn, her hands heavily bandaged, presumably having just bandaged the battered willow that had been in the car accident.

Harry took a few apologetic steps forward, as if to keep in mind the sight of the beaten willow hanging from a branch in the distance.

Ron put his hand on his shoulder, and the two stood side by side for a moment, as if to greet Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout is a dwarf witch with her hair always floating and less serious.

I don't know if it's because of this, she always has a habit of buttoning a patched hat in her hair.

Vio saw that her clothes were stained with a lot of mud, and her nails were black, but the bandages were clean, and she couldn't help but respect - this was a technical job, anyway, when Vio was playing with mud as a child, she never could protect a certain piece of her body intact and clean, she always rolled in the muddy water several times before getting up.

The students split up and asked her to get the key to open the greenhouse door.

Vio stepped aside and noticed that Hermione hadn't followed, but her face was a little red, and she looked down and up again uneasily.

"Oh!" sighed at the same time, many girls in the crowd. "He's so handsome!"

Ron and Harry pouted at each other.

Gilderoy Lockhart walked slowly in a flowing turquoise robe, with glittering blonde hair and a turquoise gold-trimmed courtesy, spotless from head to toe, in stark contrast to Professor Sprout.

"Hello!" said Lockhart, with a spring breeze on his face, and raised his hand to greet the students like a king inspecting the realm, "I'll ask Professor Sprout - I just showed her how to heal a beater's wounds! But I don't want you to think I'm better at herbalism than she is! I've only happened to see a few of these rare and strange plants during my travels—"

Hermione's eyes were wide opener than usual, and she had apparently listened to Lockhart's words word for word.

Vio was a little worried about whether she would not be able to stand Lockhart's confinement - she knew the man for what he really was, and deeply felt that his nagging and narcissism were not very pleasant.

"Come in! enter the third greenhouse today!" shouted Professor Sprout, and stood in the open greenhouse door without looking back.

Vio stood closer to her, and saw her look gloomy, and her former pleasant demeanor was completely gone.

The students whispered and lined up to get in.

It's not all because Lockhart, throughout the first grade, they were active in the First Greenhouse Zone. VIO has long heard that the plants in the third greenhouse area are more abundant, more interesting, and more dangerous.

When Vio followed, he smelled a smell of damp earth and fertilizer, mixed with a strong floral scent.

When fully bloomed, some of them resemble giant parachutes that hang from the ceiling and glass trusses, with petals large enough to sit on a swing.

Ron and Hermione quickly found their seats, while Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Professor Lockhart left him alone to talk, and oh, I was suddenly a little bit of- what's the matter, okay, vio, don't laugh. I really envy him・・・・・・" Hermione whispered into Vio's ear.

"What are you talking about? It's not official yet, what's the matter?" Ron snorted disapprovingly as he looked at the two whisperers as Professor Sprout quieted everyone.

Harry slipped through the door and slipped into the classroom, returning from Lockhart, his face almost chocolate-brown. Since Professor Sprout was there, none of the three of them spoke out to question him.

She stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse, on which were twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors. Professor Sprout held one of them up and said, "We're going to repot the mandrake today." Now, can anyone tell me what the properties of a mandrake are?"

- This was Hermione's main event again, and she was the first to raise her hand, and everyone was not surprised in the slightest.

"Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative," Hermione said as if reading her own textbook in her head, "to restore a person who has been transformed or who has been enchanted to his original state." ”

"Very good, Gryffindor plus ten. Professor Sprout said.

Vio sighed inwardly - the properties of these potions of mandrakes had been seen in a book "On the Working Principles of Antidotes" on her third day in the family library, but the problem was that her ability to concoct potions was so weak that she couldn't make them.

There is also a reason why I can't help but contradict Professor Snape in the morning: if the professor can't untie the knot, VIO can't even think of getting much-needed guidance from him - Professor Snape is very proficient in potions, and Danae claims to be proficient in potions concoction, but in her current state, all she can do is find out the mistakes in the recipes or operation steps that Vio has memorized.

"Although mandrakes are an important part of most antidotes. But it's dangerous in its own right, and who can tell me why?" asked Professor Sprout again.

Hermione's hands were raised nimbly again, and the movements looked like they had been specially trained.

Harry and Ron were accustomed to forgetting about the people around her as soon as she had a problem, and hurriedly squeezed next to Vio, leaving enough room for her arms to keep taking off.

"Hearing the cries of a mandrake kills people. Hermione blurted out.

"Exactly! Gryffindor plus ten points!" Professor Sprout nodded approvingly. "Let's see, our mandrakes here are still very young. ”

She said, gesturing to a row of deep-bottomed flower pots in the middle.

This aroused everyone's interest, and Vio followed the group forward to see more clearly.

About 100 seedlings are densely packed in the pots, and the stems exposed outside the soil are green and purple.

"Doesn't that seem like a ・・・・・・?" Ron muttered, "Ordinary leaves, ordinary plants." ”

Harry nodded, too, but he looked at the mandrake more closely, trying to find evidence that it would cry.

"Maybe the odd part is always hidden at the end?" Vio gave Harry a vague hint. Hermione immediately understood, and she nodded approvingly, "Vio is right, its 'evil part' is under the soil. ”

"Everybody came and got a pair of gloves. Professor Sprout said.

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

In the end, only Vio and another unnamed Hufflepuff boy were left without earmuffs.

He hesitated, and finally handed the eartips to Vio.

Vio smiled and shook his head, "I'm just sitting on this class, so you should use it." ”

Professor Sprout also noticed that she was in short supply of earmuffs for the number of people, and only then did she realize that there was a student in the class.

She looked at Vio and raised an eyebrow in surprise for a moment.

"You can't stay here without earmuffs – it's very dangerous・・・・・・" she said.