A new day begins, and Rolf wakes up early and goes to the hall with Cedric for breakfast.

Today's ceiling is cloudy gray, and long tables in the four academies are lined with bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of slices of bread, and plates of eggs and salted meat.

Rolf and Cedric sat down at the long Hufflepuff table, and as soon as he had just finished drinking his porridge, he heard a commotion overhead.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the auditorium, dropping letters and parcels into the conversational crowd.

A bulging package fell onto Neville's head, and it seemed that his forgetful memory hadn't improved by a year older.

It wasn't long before the young wizards showed up in the cafeteria, and Professor Sprout walked over with a smile on his face, handing out the class schedule to them along the long Hufflepuff table.

Rolf got his class schedule, the first one being a herb class, with the Gryffindor students.

When Harry had finished eating, he beckoned Rolf to come with them, as they had to go around the castle to reach the greenhouse where classes were held.

When they came to the greenhouse, they found that the students were all standing outside the house, and no one went in.

Wasn't she still handing out class schedules in the cafeteria? Could it be because there were so many Hufflepuff students that she couldn't keep herself busy?

After a while, Professor Sprout finally appeared, striding in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, followed by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Gilderoy Lockhart was spotless from head to toe, a flowing turquoise robe, and a turquoise gold-rimmed top hat with glittering blonde hair at the top.

Rolf really couldn't figure out who he was looking for in such a fancy dress, Professor McGonagall, or Professor Sprout?

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart shouted to the students, "we heard that there was some minor problem with the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid invited us to take a look.

Professor Sprout doesn't think my method works, but I'm sure I'm the only one in the wizarding world who knows how to cure that disease. ”

"Classes in the third greenhouse today!" said Professor Sprout indignantly, her face visibly gloomy and unusually pleasant.

The students were very interested in taking out the owl notebook and starting to write in the notebook, it seems that they like to talk about this gossip in the Hogwarts communication group?

In the past, classes were usually held in the first greenhouse, and I heard that the plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting, but also more dangerous.

Professor Sprout removed a large key from his belt and opened the door, and Rolf could smell the smell of damp earth and fertilizer, mixed with a rich floral scent.

The flowers, the size of umbrellas, dangled from the ceiling, and Rolf followed his roommates inside, at which point Professor Lockhart spoke.

"Harry, I've always wanted to talk to you. Professor Sprout, you wouldn't mind if he was two minutes late, would you?"

But Lockhart pretended not to see it, and said happily, "That's great." He closed the door to the greenhouse in front of her.

Professor Sprout stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse, on which were twenty pairs of earmuffs of various colors.

It didn't take long for Harry to trot in, and the good-natured Professor Sprout was in the same mood today as it was on a rainy day outside.

She tried to keep her temper in check, and then tried to squeeze out a smile as she did in class and said, "We're going to repot the mandrake today." Now, can anyone tell me what the properties of a mandrake are?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, which was expected, and Rolf followed, which was also expected.

After all, the two of them were often like this in the first grade.

"Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative," Hermione said as if she had eaten a textbook in her stomach, "and is used to restore a person who has been transformed or 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 tell me why?"

Hermione's hand brushed up again, nearly knocking off Harry's glasses, and Rolf relentlessly raised his hand again.

"Hearing the cries of a mandrake kills people. Professor Sprout blurted out as he waved in Rolf's direction.

"Exactly, Hufflepuffga!" Professor Sprout finally smiled heartily, and a bright and studious student finally appeared in his house.

With a smile on her face, she continued, "Look, our mandrakes here are still very young. She pointed 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 continued.

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

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

Rolf quickly complied, and all of a sudden the outside voices were inaudible.

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

Fortunately, Rolf had prepared in advance, and their eyes saw them let out an exclamation that no one could hear, but in fact they could not hear anything.

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 is not fatal. She said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonias.

"However, they can put 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 while you work.

When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention. Four people in a plate, there are a lot of flower pots composted in the bag over there, beware of the poisonous tentacles, it's teething. ”

Professor Sprout slammed a smacked on a crimson plant with spikes, causing it to retract into the tentacles that crept over her shoulder.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Rolf stood at a plate, and they looked at the mandrake in front of them, not knowing what to do.

They put back on their earmuffs and had to concentrate on the mandrake, Hermione took out her owl notebook and wrote on it: Harry, you come first!

I saw Professor Sprout do it very easily, but in fact it was not like that at all, the mandrake did not want to be pulled out of the soil, but it seemed that he was even more reluctant to go back.

They writhed, kicked their feet, pumped their little sharp fists, and gritted their teeth, and it took Harry a full ten minutes to stuff a particularly fat doll into the basin.