Listening to the mage's words, Sprout couldn't help but feel a little angry.

If you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand, what does it mean to understand a little? Look down on me as a professor of herbology and head of Hufflepuff?

Dumbledore saw that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly came out to play the round: "It's all for the children." ”

"Just let Professor Ryze give it a try, if it works."

Sprout glared at the Purple Skinned Mage and placed the two mandrakes in his hand heavily on the table beside the bed.

Then take a few steps back to make room for the mage to cast spells.

That means come and see what you can do! If I destroy the mandrake I've worked so hard to cultivate, I'll stuff you in a pot!

On weekdays, the compassionate and optimistic witch seems inexplicably impatient at this time.

She was a little too worried about the petrified Colin and the mandrakes, especially on the way here, after talking to Professor McGonagall, she knew more about the seriousness of the situation.

So, it's not surprising that there is such an attitude now.

Lu Wu didn't say anything, simply walked to the table, raised his hand and aimed his palm at the mandrake on the table.

Hold the rune in the other hand and absorb the energy from it.

The vibrant green light instantly enveloped the mandrake, and the whole herb seemed to have suddenly pressed the accelerator button, and it grew up wildly.

In a matter of seconds, the exposed plants were more than twice as large as before, and the rhizomes hidden in the soil stretched out several cracks in the pots.

At the same time, the energy of the runes escaped caused other plants in the ward to start growing as well.

Even the old shoots that had been sitting in the vase for several days were beginning to grow new young leaves and regrow delicate buds.

Outside the window, the already withered climbing plants, as if they had rejuvenated their second spring, kept twisting their bodies and climbing upwards, and soon blocked the window tightly.

In the ward, as the mandrake is almost ripe, a rich and special aroma begins to spread around.

But when it matures, its growth rate does not show any attenuation, and it is still increasing.

It's just a flower pot made of ordinary clay, which may be burst by its fat rhizome at any time.

Seeing this, Sprout hurried forward and began to deal with the crazy mandrake.

Without the protection of the earth, the mandrake will emit a terrible scream, and even a wizard can be killed if he hears this sound without any protection.

Lu Wu thoughtfully planted a silent barrier around the herb to prevent its screams from affecting others.

While everyone was waiting for Professor Sprout to process the mandrake, a slight snoring sounded in the room.

Our little Harry, clinging to the stone and crystal ball in his arms, fell into a deep sleep before he knew it, he was so tired today.

The mage and Dumbledore, who heard the voice, looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Both of them knew very well that the little wizard was not asleep just now, and was eavesdropping the whole time.

However, what he heard, the two old fellows wanted him to hear.

The next morning, when Harry woke up again, Lu Wu and the others had already left, and even Colin's bed was empty.

He guessed that Mrs. Sprout had prepared the resurrection potion to relieve Colin of his petrified state.

Thinking of this, Harry immediately got up from his bed, intending to leave the place as well.

The wound on his back healed last night, just as Professor Ryze was using the strange rock to ripen the mandrake.

Harry's wound began to heal inexplicably.

Because this feeling of life force circulating in his body was too comfortable, it caused him to accidentally fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, Harry's feet had just hit the ground, and the sound of two heavy objects falling sounded, and he almost jumped up in fright.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be the two things I had been holding last night.

"According to the dean and the professor, this thing seems to be called a rune?"

Thinking about it, Harry looked left and right, and when he saw that no one else had noticed him, he let out a sigh of relief.

Then he picked it up from the ground.

Things looked good, but he studied them for a long time and didn't know how to use them, so he had to put them in his pocket first.

It just so happened that Harry was going to meet up with the two best friends, and when the time came, he could ask the clever little witch.

Maybe Hermione had heard of this, she knew everything, after all.

The young wizard then approached Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, and told her that her injuries were healed, and then returned to the Gryffindor common room to change her clothes.

His previous body had been burned out, and he had a big hole in his back that he couldn't wear it at all.

By the time Harry arrived at the place he had agreed with his friend, the two friends had been waiting for a long time.

Holding his arms and his face full of impatience, Ron complained as soon as they met, "Harry, we made an appointment yesterday, what's the matter with you." ”

Harry had to keep apologizing: "I'm sorry I accidentally overslept." ”

After speaking, he touched his head shyly.

Ron, who has a deep relationship with him, naturally doesn't really blame this friend, but it's just that being alone with Hermione in this kind of private space is very uncomfortable.

So, Ron turned his head to the little witch next to him and asked, "Excuse me, why do we make a decoction in the women's restroom in broad daylight?" ”

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

The curly-haired little witch sat cross-legged on the ground, poured a tube of unknown liquid into the boiling soup pot in front of her, and said calmly, "Don't make such a fuss, Ron. ”

"No one usually comes here."

"Why?" Ron asked, surprised.

Hermione stopped boiling the potion in her hand and replied helplessly, "Because of myrtle." ”

"Who?" The little red-haired wizard is like a curious baby who doesn't understand anything.

Harry smiled as the two exchanged words, then walked over to the little witch and sat down on the ground like her.

"Weeping Myrtle!" Hermione raised her voice and repeated the name again.

Unfortunately, this answer only made Ron even more confused: "Who is the crying myrtle?" ”

At this moment, Hermione, who was sitting on the ground, changed her expression, as if she wanted to laugh, but held back.

Harry, on the side, also stared at his friend with wide eyes.

Now there was a ghost in an old school uniform with a double ponytail standing behind Ron.

"I'm the weeping myrtle!!"

The ghost, who looked a little similar to Harry, suddenly shouted in Ron's ear, who knew nothing, and his soul almost flew away.

Then, Myrtle dragged her slightly illusory translucent body and flew into the air, telling her grievances.

"I don't expect you to know me."

"Who would talk about ugly, pathetic, dejected myrtle!"