Harry had been listening for when his name came out. He tried not to hear the sound of the ear drum.

“…… It's so infuriating, your dad will be censored at work, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll bring you back right away!"

The roar stopped, and the ears were still buzzing. The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand to the ground burned, curled and turned to ashes. Harry and Ron sat dumbfounded, as if they had just been washed by the tide. A few people smiled, and the voices began to sound again.

Hermione closed Traveling with Vampires and looked down at Ron's head. Charon showed a sneer: "Look, I knew there would be such a moment, the teacher doesn't care, the parents will clean up!" ”

"Don't fall into the trap like this, don't say I deserve it." Ron said angrily.

Harry pushed the porridge bowl away, feeling guilty and unable to eat. Mr. Weasley was going to be examined, and the couple had been so nice to him during the summer......

The first session of the school year was a herb class, and the four of them left the castle together, walking through the vegetable patch to the greenhouse, where all kinds of magical plants were cultivated.

The yelling letter did at least one good thing: Hermione seemed to feel that they had been punished enough, and now she was as friendly as ever.

They approached the greenhouse and saw the rest of the students standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout was a dwarf witch with a patched hat buttoned over her fluttering hair and a lot of dirt on her clothes.

"Today to the third greenhouse!" Professor Sprout said.

The students whispered with great interest. They've only been in the first greenhouse – the plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and dangerous.

Professor Sprout removed a large key from his belt and opened the door. Charon 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.

Professor Sprout stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse. On the stool are about 20 pairs of earmuffs of different colors.

"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 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." Professor Sprout said, "Mandrakes are an important part of most antidotes. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

Hermione's hand brushed up again.

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

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

She said, pointing to a row of deep-bottomed plates. Everyone leaned forward, trying to see better. There are about 100 green and purple seedlings lined up.

"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." Okay – put on the earmuffs. ”

Charon did the same, and all of a sudden the outside voices were inaudible. In fact, he has been able to control his hearing completely, hearing subtle movements with great sensitivity and blocking out strong sounds. But it's better to go with the flow here.

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 won't be fatal." She said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonias. "However, they can leave 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 when you live. When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention. ”

Then everyone put on the earmuffs again, and according to the professor's request, they changed the mandrake into flower pots. 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. It wasn't much to Charon, he just thought it was new and interesting. I've only heard of ginseng dolls, but I haven't seen this kind of doll. But it was different, and it took Harry a full ten minutes to stuff a particularly fat doll into the basin.

The second session is the Transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall teaches everyone how to turn a beetle into a button, and Hermione can handle it with ease. Charon watched Harry chase the beetle with his wand, but he couldn't catch it, and the beetle ran around the table with his wand dodging.

However, he himself was not very good, and the necromantic magic directly killed the beetle. I've tried several of them. But in the end, it turned the dead beetle into a button!

Ron was even more unlucky, his wand seemed to be broken, and he patched it up with some duct tape. This improvised approach apparently didn't work. From time to time, the wand crackled and sparked. Every time Ron tried to deform the beetle, he was immediately surrounded by a gray, rotten egg-smelling puff of smoke. He couldn't see clearly, and his elbow flickered, squashing the beetle and forcing him to ask for another one, much to Professor McGonagall's displeasure.

So the two unlucky guys spent the morning. Charon himself got past and began to gloat. He didn't sympathize with them at all, these two guys obviously didn't do their homework all summer, which is why they behaved so poorly. Even though they were good friends, Charon also wanted them to suffer a little more and have a long memory. If Harry and Ron had been so unmotivated and impulsive, he really had no interest in risking his life all the time to help them deal with Voldemort.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was a real eye-opener for Charon. He had never seen such a stupid professor.

This guy brags shamelessly about himself as soon as he starts class.

"I," he said, blinking at his photo, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." Then let everyone take a quiz to see how much they know about him.

Charon looked at the roll and almost threw it up:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

And so on, on three sides of paper, and the last question is: 54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday present?

Charon scoffed, scribbled something casually, and handed it in.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class.

"Tsk – almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with XZ Yeti". A few of my classmates would like to read "Weekend with Werewolves" again - I made it clear in Chapter 12 that my ideal birthday present is for all who know magic and those who don't - but I won't refuse a large bottle of Ogden Aged Heat Whiskey!"

He winked mischievously at the students again, thinking he had a good sense of humor. Many of them looked at him with distrust, but Hermione listened intently, and Lockhart was startled by the sudden mention of her name.

“…… But Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair lotions—good girl! In fact—" he flipped her roll over, "a hundred!" Where's Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione held up a trembling hand. Charon sighed and whispered, "Stupid woman with long hair and short knowledge! ”

"Yay!" Lockhart smiled and said, "Very good! Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, to get down to ...... pulpit, he took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now - beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the most evil the wizarding world has to know! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. ”

Charon looked at the cage with a sense of composure, he didn't believe that the parallel trade professor could catch such a terrifying magical creature. Lockhart placed one hand on the hood, Dean and Seamus stopped laughing, and Neville in the first row shrank back.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that would anger them!"

The class held their breath as Lockhart lifted the hood.

"Yes," he said, as if playfully, "the elf of Cornwall [the name of England, England] that I just caught. ”

Quite a few let out a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn't have thought it was a scream of horror.

"How?" He smiled, "Don't you think they're too dangerous?" ”

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart wagged at him in annoyance and said, "They could also be cunning little saboteurs like the devil!"