Many familiar people were surprised by the change in a holiday with Joe, such as Harry, "I don't recognize you!" he said. Harry and Ron had just returned to the Gryffindor common room, where they were warmly welcomed by their classmates (except for Hermione, who was angry). Although Joe doesn't know what the two of them are doing is so cool, it's no wonder that many people in their previous lives thought that the people in the academy were stupid, and sometimes their way of thinking was really unacceptable. But Harry accepted the next compliment: "You're handsome!" Harry said, "and he looks a lot more energetic." ”

Actually, it's no wonder. Before the holidays, Joe's figure was thin, and he often had dark circles on his face, and his eyes were often bloodshot, and he looked sick. After the holiday, he looked much stronger, his body was stronger, his face was ruddy, and his eyes were full of wisdom. Coupled with a wheat-blond hair, a pair of emerald-like eyes, and a faint bookish anger on his body, this person looks vibrant.

As for Hermione, the atmosphere was not very good when they met, so there was no chance to get too entangled in this issue at all.

Harry didn't care for long, because he and Ron seemed to be complacent about their "brave" behavior!Well, after all, the two of them were just two children whose outlook on life and worldview hadn't been fully established, and we couldn't ask for too much, could we?

Fortunately, the next day, the worse situation gave the two men a profound education.

While breakfast was in the Great Hall, hundreds of owls swarmed in, circled the Great Hall, and dropped letters and packages into the conversational crowd. Ron's owl also arrived, and it seemed to be chronically malnourished, and when it flew over the Gryffindor table, it fell off and plunged headlong into Hermione's pot.

"Errol!" Ron shouted, pulling the wet owl out with his talons. Errol collapsed on the table, legs in the air, and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

As Ron shuddered and tore it open. A loud noise filled the auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling. Joe hurriedly added a mute spell to his ears.

The shouting letters were so loud that they shook the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides were deafening. The entire auditorium turned to see who had received the shouting letter, and Ron cowered in his chair, only a reddened forehead. Harry looked ashamed, too.

Joe unravels the spell when the red envelope that fell from Ron's hand to the ground burns and curls into ashes. He patted Harry and Ron on the shoulders and dropped the phrase, "Brother, do a good job!" and strode out of the auditorium.

The first session was a herbology class, which was attended with Hufflepuff students. Joe arrives at the greenhouse, and soon after, Harry and the others arrive, and Hermione seems to think that they have been punished enough, and the three of them are reconciled again. At this moment Professor Sprout strode from the lawn, followed by Gilderoy Lockhart. Professor Sprout had a lot of bandages on his arm, which was not surprising to have been caused by the beating.

Professor Sprout was a dwarf witch with a patched hat in her fluttering hair, and a lot of dirt on her clothes, and Aunt Petunia would faint if she saw her nails. But Gideroy Lockhart was spotless from head to toe, a flowing turquoise robe, and a turquoise gold-rimmed top hat with glittering blonde hair.

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart shouted to the students, "I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the wounds of the beater! But I don't want you to think I'm better at herbology than she is! I've just happened to see a few of these strange plants on my travels......"

"Today to the third greenhouse!" Professor Sprout said. She was visibly gloomy, unusually cheerful.

The students whispered with great interest. They only talked about the first greenhouse - the plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and more dangerous. Professor Sprout removed a large key from his belt and opened the door. Joe smelled a smell of damp earth and fertilizer, mixed with a rich floral scent. The flowers were the size of an umbrella and hung from the ceiling.

Lockhart jumped out to die, and Joe admired his courage. After all, Professor Sprout in front of him could beat Lockhart to the point of being hospitalized for life even if he gave Lockhart one hand. And Lockhart still shows every shining tooth anytime and anywhere. Fortunately, Harry Potter he was concerned about was still a normal person, and after a conversation between the two, he was finally able to go to class.

Professor Sprout stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse. On the stool are about 20 pairs of earmuffs of different colors. As Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione, the teacher said, "We're going to change 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 to be expected.

"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 Harry's glasses off.

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

"Exactly, plus ten points. "You see, our mandrakes here are still very young. ”

She said, pointing to a row of deep-bottomed plates. Everyone leaned forward to see better. There are about 100 green and purple seedlings lined up. Harry didn't think they were anything special, he had no idea what Hermione meant by the "cry" of the mandrake.

"Take a pair of earmuffs for each person. Professor Sprout said.

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." OK - put on the earmuffs. ”

The quality of the earmuffs is very good, and after wearing them, the sound from the outside is inaudible at once. 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 is not fatal. She said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonias. "However, they can put you in a coma 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 work. When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention. ”

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

Everyone began to concentrate on the mandrake. Don't look at Professor Sprout's very easy work, but they are herbalist masters, and their skills have already reached the realm of transformation, and a group of novices like them are completely incomparable. The reality is. 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. Hannah and Neville, who were on the same group as Joe, were terrified.

What an ugly little thing, Joe thought to himself, without the slightest hint of beauty. The mandrake in his hand was trying to bite Joe's finger. Joe decided to teach the little thing a lesson. He controlled the magic, strangled the little thing's neck and tightened, and began to wave the little thing's hands and feet desperately, but after a while it was honest, and then he easily put the mandrake into the pot and filled it with soil. He looked around, everyone was still fighting desperately with the mandrake, Neville was the most embarrassed, he was directly frightened and fainted.

Mandrake's scream was good, and when he turned around he could try to refine it into a spell, Joe suddenly had a strange idea. This must be very lethal, there are very few spells that attack with sound waves, and sound waves can ignore magic resistance to a certain extent, directly damage the enemy's hearing, or resonate with the enemy's organs to cause damage. Ha, what a genius I'm in!