I didn't see Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be Moody in the morning, so I don't know what tricks he was planning.

The class schedule says that classes will be held in Greenhouse 3. The class schedule is an amazing thing, everyone has one, and depending on the electives, everyone's is different.

It will show you the lessons for the next week, as well as the classrooms and some things you have to bring.

If you lose it, you will find the professor to reclaim it, but it will inevitably be nagged and leave a bad impression on the professor.

However, most of the older students don't care very much, they have regular friends to take classes with, and even if they lose their class schedule, they can find someone else to make a copy.

Nicks and Neville go to the greenhouse and see Professor Sprout preparing the teaching tools, Neville steps forward to help, "Professor, what do you need me to do?"

"Well, go to the warehouse and get some more bottles." The professor confessed.

Professor Sprout was the only one who didn't find Neville stupid, instead she found Neville quite gifted in herbalism.

The Knicks follow Neville to the warehouse. Neville bottled them one by one, not daring to take a lot at once, for fear of breaking them.

He wandered around and found a lot of potion materials in the warehouse, mostly untreated seeds or tubers that could grow plants, and his hands were itching.

Neville noticed that Nyx had been staring at the seeds and said, "You can take some, the herbs in this warehouse are not dangerous, and they are not rare varieties, the professor doesn't mind."

Nick took a little of each, then asked, "Where do I go if I want rare potion materials?"

"In the little greenhouse over there, it's the professor's laboratory, and there's a lot of carefully cultivated herbs in it. And the mutant I planted is also in it, so I'll take you to see it someday." After speaking, he reacted, and it was impossible for Nix to just look at it and not take it with his hands, so he said weakly: "You can't take the one over there, the professor said it's dangerous."

Nicks smiled in agreement, then waved his wand to make the bottles on the floor float and help Neville move to the greenhouse.

Neville knows a lot about herbal habits, and no one can beat him in the fourth grade. However, he only knew the habits of herbs, and had no knowledge of medicinal properties, and Potions class often made mistakes, and Snape often put him and Nyx together, Neville couldn't learn it, and Nyx didn't want to leave class.

Leaving the warehouse and looking at the small greenhouse in the distance, Nicks suddenly remembered that he hadn't gone to Dumbledore to ask for tarot cards, and that without tarot cards, he would have to rely on himself to identify potion substitutes.

Pharmacists alone are prone to mistakes and need to keep trying to find the right formula.

However, the cost of trial and error is enormous, and you can't guarantee that anyone who drinks potions will be safe every time, even at St. Mungo's Hospital.

Back in the greenhouse, I heard Professor Sprout say happily, "Okay, everyone is here, today we are going to learn about Babo tubers. It needs to be collected, you need to squeeze it out."

"What?" Seamos reacts more aggressively.

The Knicks are glad that he is in a team with Neville and doesn't have to do it himself. The black whirring plants on the ground looked unusually disgusting. It's like a slug*** into the ground, still writhing.

"Pus, Phenigan, pus." Professor Sprout emphasised: "It has a lot of value and should not be wasted. Squeeze into the bottle and remember to bring dragon skin gloves, undiluted pus will hurt your skin like black magic."

Squeezing pus is disgusting, yes, but it is very decompressing, and the students, who didn't want to do it, gradually become happy.

Hermione beckoned, "Nyx, you're coming, it's fun."

Nicks shook his head at the viscous yellow-green liquid, and his nose smelled a pungent odor, like gasoline.

"Nope."

Hermione didn't care, and continued to squeeze the pus.

Nicks wanted to confirm whether the nature of pus was the same as gasoline, and pouted, "Seamus, don't you think it tastes the same as gasoline?"

Seamus, a half-blood wizard who knows what gasoline is and understands what Nix means, ignites a flame in his hand and breaks through the dragonskin glove.

The pus that had been squeezed out was not ignited

。 But because of the high temperature, some of them evaporated, and the pungent smell lingered in the greenhouse. It caught the attention of Professor Sprout.

"What are you doing? Finigan!" An angry Professor Sprout roared, "Gryffindor."

"I ......, no, it's ......."

Seamus wanted to confess to the Knicks, thinking that Gryffindor would be deducted points if he said it, so he gave up.

The Knicks patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "It's okay, point deductions are the norm, and you're the fastest person to get there this year."

"Is there anything to brag about?" Seamus takes off his torn dragonskin gloves.

Nicks glanced at the gloves, which were not badly damaged, and they were not burned.

Seeing the Nix Observation Gloves, Seamus said, "I've tried, only the fierce fire can cause limited damage to the dragon skin, and the other flames can't."

Nicks nodded, surprised that Seamus hadn't been playing with fireworks and was silently researching abilities.

Before the end of class, everyone collected a lot of pus.

Professor Sprout explained, "The pus from the tubers of the Babo tuber is the best treatment for acne. This will stop you from using drastic measures to get rid of the pimples."

Hannah Abbott lowered her voice to explain the meaning of the drastic tactics.

A girl named Eloise Midgan tried to use a spell to get rid of the pimples, but it didn't work very well, and her entire nose fell out.

The professor visibly heard her. Tell everyone not to worry, and Madam Pomfrey put her nose back on.

The bell rang for the end of class, everyone else was gone, and Neville stayed behind to help the professor sort out the pus he had collected.

Nicks sneaked out with a bottle of pus. But it was seen by Neville. He wondered, "Nyx, what do you want it to do?" You don't have pimples!"

The professor turned to look at Nix.

"You want pus?"

Nicks nodded sheepishly.

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "You can take a bottle, this pus is dangerous, remember to protect it when using it."

"Yes, Professor. Thank you, Professor." Nix said well-behaved.

Out of the greenhouse, Nicks waited for a while.

Neville stumbled out, trying to avoid the Knicks, and he knew something bad had just happened.

"Let's go." The Knicks didn't do anything to Neville, and it was up to Neville to take him to Sprout's small greenhouse, and he couldn't let Neville avoid him.

"You're not angry?" Neville asked, following behind the Knicks.

"Look at your performance, and we will clean you up when the time comes."

Neville remembered what happened to his parents. His body trembled a little, and he looked down at the Knicks.

The Knicks, who were walking in front, didn't know what Neville was thinking behind him, and led the way towards Hagrid's cabin.