Professor Sprout stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse. There were about 20 pairs of earmuffs of different colors on the stool, and the teacher said, "We're going to repot the mandrake today." Now, who can tell me what are the characteristics of mandrakes? ”

"Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative,"

Severus naturally said, "It is used to restore a person who has been transformed or who has been enchanted to his original state." ”

Yolanda and Lily glanced at each other and smiled sniffly, Severus was quite knowledgeable about everything related to potions.

"Very good, Sleijlinga ten."

Professor Sprout said, "Mandrakes are an important part of most antidotes. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone sue me for why? ”

"Hearing the cries of a mandrake kills people."

Regulus blurted out.

The Black family's collection of books contains literature about mandrakes.

"Exactly, plus ten points."

Professor Sprout said, "You see, our mandrakes here are still very young. ”

She said, pointing to a row of deep-bottomed plates.

Everyone leaned forward, trying to see better.

There are about 100 green and purple seedlings lined up.

"A pair of earmuffs for each person."

Professor Sprout said.

Everyone rushed for a while.

"When I tell you to put on your earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly,"

"When it's safe to remove the earmuffs, I'll give two thumbs up." OK - put on the earmuffs. ”

Yolanda quickly complied, and all of a sudden the outside was inaudible.

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.

It was not the grass roots that were pulled out of the soil, but a very ugly baby, and the leaves were born on his head.

His skin is light green with spots on it.

The little guy was obviously yelling at the top of his lungs.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the mandrake doll in, and buried him with damp dark compost, leaving only the clumps of leaves exposed.

She patted the mud off her hands, gave them two thumbs up, and removed her ear tips.

"Our mandrakes are still just seedlings, and hearing their cries won't be fatal."

She said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonias.

"However, they can leave 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. ”

"A plate for four people -- there's a lot of pots here -- compost in a bag over there -- beware of the poisonous tentacles, it's teething."

She slammed a spiky crimson plant, causing it to retract into the tentacles that crept over her shoulder.

There hasn't been much opportunity to talk since then.

They put back on the earmuffs and had to concentrate on the mandrake.

I just saw Professor Sprout do it with great ease, but it wasn't like that at all.

The mandrake was reluctant to be pulled out of the soil, but it seemed reluctant to go back.

They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet wildly, waved their little pointed fists, and gritted their teeth.