"It's pretty fast" Betty is feeding snacks to Grapefruit
"Irene and Wendy went over yesterday afternoon and helped her sort out the procedures and supply of goods. After the decoration is completed, we will recruit a few more employees and we can officially open the business.
"Can she be busy enough? There will be a lot of things to do when we first open the business. Ollie is still young and can't leave." Betty is quite concerned about Rebel.
"It's okay. As a top student in the management department, running a small restaurant is not easy for me. Besides, if I'm really busy, Irene can help me, so I'll just practice in advance." Ivy looked at Betty and laughed.
"Get out!" Betty's answer was concise and clear.
"Ron Weasley!!!"
At this time, an angry middle-aged female voice silenced the noisy auditorium for an instant. The huge sound even shook the dust on the ceiling, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on Ron's position.
"Phew - for stealing a car - I wouldn't be surprised if you were fired. You can't even imagine how your father and I felt when we found out the car was gone! Not only did you almost cause Harry to lose his life, but you also
Your father was censored by the Ministry of Magic! This is all your fault! If you continue to disobey the rules, we will take you back immediately! Do you hear me!"
Mrs. Molly's roar was like a firecracker exploding in everyone's ears. Even across the table, Ivey felt his head buzzing.
"The roaring letter Weasley received? As expected~ I heard last night that he and Harry flew here in a car by themselves, and were spotted by Muggles on the way." He was woken up by Mrs. Weasley.
Mike suddenly became energetic
"They've always been bold," Ivey said.
"Aren't they afraid?" Mike couldn't understand.
"Not only are I not scared, I also think it's cool and exciting. Everyone in Gryffindor probably thinks so," Ivy complained.
"Outrageous~" Mike was speechless. He couldn't understand the brain circuits of the students in the Lion Academy.
In fact, even Ivy can't understand it. In his opinion, the adventurous spirit Gryffindor talks about is more appropriately described as death.
"By the way, didn't you say that Lockhart was coming to Hogwarts to teach? Why didn't you see him at the sorting ceremony yesterday?" Hannah suddenly remembered.
"I heard that I went to prepare the materials needed for class. I just came back from Cornwall this morning." Mike is worthy of being the number one intelligence leader at Hogwarts. He knows the movements of the professors clearly.
"Really? It seems that there will be a surprise in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Ivy understood.
"What's the first class today?" Justin also calmed down.
"Dean's Herbology Class," Mike replied.
"Then let's go, it's almost time."
The students walked through the castle and came to the door of the greenhouse. Ivy looked at the trio who had reunited and grabbed Harry.
"Are you reconciled again?"
"Why did you use that word? Do we often quarrel?" Harry was dissatisfied.
"Ask yourself this question" Ivey didn't care.
"Tch—" Harry said unhappily, "it's not even the snarling letter in the morning. Hermione thinks we've been taught enough lessons."
"Isn't that great? Just have some fun. Besides, you two are outrageous enough. There are so many ways to come back, but I just chose the most dangerous one."
"Ha - is there?" Harry thought he was thinking too simply.
"Nonsense! You two find a fireplace and use Floo powder to come directly over."
"floo powder okay!" Harry asked in surprise
"How do you know if you haven't tried?"
"I was in such a hurry that I didn't think about it," Harry said angrily. Seeing the Whomping Willow in the distance covered in bandages, he felt even more guilty.
"It's not that I didn't think of it, but you guys like to find excitement." Ivy finally saw through them.
When everyone entered the greenhouse, Professor Sprout strode over. Her arm was wrapped in bandages, and her face was not very good. What surprised some students was that Lockhart, who had never shown up, was following her elegantly.
His turquoise robe was spotless. On his head, a similarly turquoise-rimmed top hat covered his brilliant blond hair. His high-spirited posture was in sharp contrast to the plainly dressed and pudgy Professor Sprout.
"Hello," Lockhart said hello to the crowd with his signature smile, showing his bright white teeth.
A small part of the boys were unmoved, but the girls all responded with happy faces.
"I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the wounds of the whomping willow. But I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine. I just happened to see a few of these trees during my long journey.
Strange plants..." He explained to everyone with a relaxed look.
"Go to the Third Greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout, who was originally kind and gentle, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. She interrupted Lockhart's speech, announced the location of the class, and then left directly.
The little wizards were talking a lot. Obviously, they were more interested in the magical plants in the third greenhouse.
Everyone followed Professor Sprout to the third greenhouse. When she opened the door, they all squeezed in.
"Harry, wait!" Lockhart caught up at this time.
Harry turned around and asked, "What's going on?" His tone was slightly impatient.
"Professor, I would like to take two minutes to talk to Harry. Would you mind?" Lockhart did not answer him, but stood at the door and said to Professor Sprout.
The professor didn't answer. But looking at her face, it seemed like she would mind.
"I'm sorry, we have to go to class." Ivy raised his finger
"Bang!" The door closed directly.
"Oh - damn! My nose!" Lockhart yelled angrily from outside the door.
"Avi, don't use magic at will." Although his tone was stern, he had a smile on his face.
"Hmm - five points for Hufflepuff"
It's just so unreasonable
"Today we are going to repot the mandrake. So, who can tell me the characteristics of the mandrake?" Professor Sprout put away his smile and began to teach everyone.
Hermione was the first to raise her hand. It was not surprising, it was expected.
"Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful restorative. It is used to restore people who have been transformed or cursed to their original state." Hermione answered very smoothly, as if following the instructions.
Reading the textbook.
"Very good! Ten points from Gryffindor!" The professor was very satisfied.
"Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes, but it is also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?" she asked again
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Hermione. She raised her hand as expected.
"Hearing the cry of Mandrake will kill you." Hermione blurted out after getting the professor's agreement.
"Absolutely correct, add ten more points." The professor nodded appreciatively.
"It is for this reason that finished mandrake is very rare and rare, and is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. But every year, several innocent wizards die from its cries."
"Our mandrakes are just seedlings now. You can come up and take a look." Professor Sprout stretched out his hand to signal everyone to come forward. "When these seedlings mature, except for the school, which will keep some for backup, the rest will be used."
Send it to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies to make finished potions to heal the patients."
I saw more than a hundred green and purple saplings placed side by side on the table. They looked similar to ordinary saplings, and there was nothing special about them just by looking at them.
"Mandrake is still just a seedling, and its current cry is not fatal. But necessary protection must be taken. Now, put on all the headphones in front of you and wear them securely! Try not to leave any gaps." The professor continued to instruct.
"This is a specially made earphone, specially designed to detect the sound of mandrake, and it will not hinder everyone's conversation."
The little wizards were also very obedient. They quickly picked up the earphones and put them on their ears. The professor himself also took out a pink earphone and put it on his head.
"I'll demonstrate it first. You guys should pay attention and observe my movements."
The professor held down the flower pot with one hand and held the small stem above the soil with the other hand. He used strong force to pull out the entire mandrake root.
"Ah——!" The shrill cry instantly filled the entire greenhouse. A child-shaped rhizome was exposed in the air. It looked extremely ugly, with wrinkled light green skin covered with spots. The mouth was completely opened, and the cry was loud and clear.
After a while, even with earphones on, the harsh sound still penetrates the eardrums.
Neville stared at the seedlings, then fell straight to the ground.
"I told you, be sure to wear your headphones!"
"Professor, he seems to have been stunned."
The students were all holding their headphones tightly, their little faces wrinkled together, looking like they were constipated. Ivy actually wasn't feeling uncomfortable either. His senses were more developed, and the impact he received was much greater than others. Fortunately, he had a stronger physique, and was still able to
Can stand it.
"Just pull it out, put it in a new pot, and cover it with fertilizer, and it's done." The professor took out a new pot and said while doing it. Poor Neville was just forgotten aside.
"Everyone will do this on their own, repotting all the seedlings in front of them. Be sure to take good care of yourself."
After giving the order, the little wizards acted enthusiastically. After all, this kind of thing was quite new. But soon, everyone discovered that it was not as simple as watching the professor operate. The Mandela seedlings were not very willing to be pulled out, just like the roots.
The beard-like limbs dug into the soil and firmly fixed the body. With the strength of the little wizards, this was not an easy task.
But it was easy for Ivey. He pulled out the seedlings without much effort and brought out a large wave of soil.
Professor Sprout was far away when he was changing the pots. It was only when it was his turn that he saw clearly that these seedlings didn't look like babies, they were just babies. They didn't want to come out before, but now they don't want to go back. They were twisting exaggeratedly. His body was bent, and his root-like limbs were wrapped around the students' arms, and they couldn't be pulled off no matter how hard they pulled. By the end of get out of class, everyone except Ivy was covered in mud and sweating profusely.
After the herbal medicine class, Ivy and Betty went directly back to the lounge to take a shower. There were no other classes in the Badger Yard in the morning.
During lunch time, they had no classes, so they came to the restaurant early. Soon the trio also came. The other two looked normal, but Ron looked gray and had a faint smell coming from his body.
"How did he do this?" Ivy tilted his body slightly, covering his mouth with his hand, and asked Hermione who was standing aside.
"The wand was damaged by the Whomping Willow and cannot be used. The Transfiguration class just made a big fool of itself." Hermione whispered.