The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, they received a second-year timetable from Professor McGonagall.

The first lesson of the day was a herbology class, with the Hufflepuff students.

Dudley, Hermione, Harry, and Ron slowly swayed out of the castle and walked through the vegetable patch towards the greenhouse, where magical plants were cultivated.

Near the greenhouse, the rest of the students were already standing outside the door, waiting for Professor Sprout to arrive.

"I'll just say I'm not going to be late," Dudley said in one direction, "Look ......"

Professor Sprout strode from the lawn

"Today we're going to the third greenhouse!" she said cheerfully.

The little wizards immediately talked about it, and everyone had only been to the first greenhouse last year.

It is said that the plants in the third greenhouse are even more and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout removed a large handful of keys from his waist and opened the door to the third greenhouse.

A smell of damp earth and fertilizer comes to your face, mixed with a rich floral scent.

As soon as you look up, you can see that the flowers are almost the size of an umbrella, hanging from the ceiling.

Everyone walked in one by one, looking around curiously.

They walked to the middle of the greenhouse, where there was a large rectangular table with pots of 'grass' on it, and about twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors.

Standing at one end of the long table, his hands propped up on the table, and his eyes scanning the circle of young wizards, Professor Sprout said, "We're going to learn about the mandrake today, and we're going to repot it." Now, can anyone tell me what the mandrake is?"

Not surprisingly, and in everyone's senses, Hermione was the first to raise her little hand high.

Professor Sprout paused, she was a little disappointed, and none of the students in her house raised their hands.

At this time, Hermione herself replied, "Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative agent..." ”

"Very good, give Gryffindor ten points. "Mandrake is an important part of most antidotes. But it's also very dangerous, can anyone tell me why?"

Hermione's hand brushed up again, and nothing made her happier than answering questions in class.

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

"Exactly, plus ten points ......"

"Professor, that's not entirely right here," Dudley said, holding up his hand, glancing at Hermione.

The bar spirit is infested, and the living people avoid it.

"Actually, the screams of ripe mandrakes can make people unconscious, like the mandrakes in front of us, they are very young, and the real deadly ones are the mature mandrakes. As for how to tell if the mandrake is ripe, it depends on whether it has become moody and taciturn, if so, it means that it has begun to enter the maturity stage, and you need to be very careful at this time. ”

Hermione was helpless, she wasn't wrong, it would kill people, nothing wrong with it.

Flip the table!

Professor Sprout felt a sense of pride in the fact that she had taught such a brilliant student, but the pride was so humbling.

The two students had told her all she was going to do, and she was still teaching everything......

"Hmm... Yes, Gryffindor plus ten points," she feared that there would be no more moths, and there would really be nothing to teach, and she hurriedly said, "Now I'll teach you how to repot the mandrake, and take a pair of earmuffs for each of you." ”

Everyone quickly rushed to the scene, after all, except for a few ladies, most of the others didn't want to get a pair of pink fluffy ear tips.

Harry was slow to react, and he was lucky enough to get his hands on the pink earmuffs.

"When I tell you to put on the earmuffs, you must put them on tightly," Professor Sprout said, "and when it is safe to remove them, I will give you two thumbs up." Now, you put on the earmuffs. ”

Dudley honestly put on the earmuffs, it would be too embarrassing to wait until he was knocked unconscious by the screams of the mandrake, and he was a little uneasy, and pressed the earmuffs tightly with his hands.

Harry wore the same ear tips as Professor Sprout, and if he had to compare them, he thought Harry was more cheerful and cute......

I wonder if Professor Snape would like Harry like that.

I saw Professor Sprout, roll up his sleeves, grasp a blade of grass firmly, and pull 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 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 into it, and buried it 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.

"Just like Dursley's just said, this is a seedling and it won't be fatal," she said in a relaxed and calm voice, as if she had just watered the begonias.

She looked at the little wizards with a solemn face, and solemnly admonished: "However, they will make you unconscious for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so everyone must wear earmuffs when you work." When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention. ”

Now it's time for the little wizards to perform, and the four of them have a pot of flowers, just in time for Dudley and the four of them together.

They put back on their earmuffs, exchanged a few words, and gestured to make sure that they had put on their earmuffs and that their voices were not isolated from the outside.

Dudley thought it would be easy to repot the mandrake, but he just lifted it and put it away, and if it didn't work, he would punch it twice......

As a result, reality knocked him down.

The mandrake was very reluctant to be pulled out of the soil, and just the mention of it could already be tossed for a long time. Not to mention putting it back, it is reluctant.

It writhed, kicked its feet, waved its little pointed fists, and gritted its teeth. After two punches, it resisted even harder.

It took Dudley a full fifteen minutes to stuff a particularly fat doll into the basin.

By the end of the lesson, everyone was the same, sweating profusely, with a sore back, and covered in mud.

They walked back to the castle to take a shower, and then the Gryffindor students hurried to the Transfiguration class.