A scream came from the second greenhouse, and Professor Sprout, who was preparing teaching materials for the next class in the nearby third greenhouse, was immediately startled.
Professor Sprout rushed to the second greenhouse and saw Charles standing helplessly in front of the flower pot, almost crying with anxiety.
She hurried over and was frightened when she saw the buds in the flowerpot.
In the second greenhouse, from the magic plants propagated by Charles' cuttings, to the Chinese biting cabbage that has just sprouted and grown two leaves, to other teaching materials grown by Professor Sprout himself, all plants have appeared in the middle of their leaves and tender stems.
A "tunnel" eaten by insects.
"It's a wood fly!" Professor Sprout's voice trembled a little.
This wood-boring fly is only the size of a pinhole. It lays its eggs in the soil, leaves and branches. After hatching, the larvae will burrow into the roots, leaves and bark to eat the fresh and tender parts, leaving empty holes, and finally pupate into adults.
The adults emerge to reproduce.
They are extremely concealed before the outbreak. They infect a large area at a time, making it difficult to remove with chemicals and causing great harm.
Professor Sprout patted Charles on the shoulder and said to him sadly: "Charles, unfortunately, there is no way to save them. They must be burned before the larvae pupate, as well as the soil, compost and flowers in the greenhouse.
All pots need to be burned, otherwise it will spread to other greenhouses."
"These bugs are no longer active in the wild during this season. They probably came here with the dragon dung compost."
Charles looked at the flowerpot in front of him quietly. Two half-finger-long buds sprouted from the branches inserted in the soil. Now the tender green buds are covered with gray "tunnels".
Finally, he nodded.
After obtaining Charles's consent, Professor Sprout temporarily changed the content of the herbal medicine classes for other grades to let the students know about this serious pest, and then asked them to compost all the plants and soil in the greenhouse.
, the flower pots were moved outside to the open space.
In the biting north wind, the flames grew higher and higher, twisting and turning, and soon gradually weakened, and the ashes drifted away in the wind, leaving behind a patch of charcoal.
Charles watched quietly from the beginning to the end, with no expression on his face, like a wooden man.
Professor Sprout turned off the heating charm of the second greenhouse, opened all the doors and windows, and let in the cold air from outside. The temperature suddenly dropped from more than 20 degrees Celsius to below freezing point, and the adult insects hiding in the corner soon died.
Will be frozen to death.
It gets dark very quickly in winter, and the Herbology class is over. It is already dark when Professor Sprout has tidied up the second greenhouse and is about to leave. When he is about to go back to the castle for dinner, he finds that Charles is still standing like a stake.
Beside the fire.
She sighed helplessly, pulled Charles towards the castle, and said as she walked: "It doesn't matter, it will be the same if we plant it again next spring."
Charles didn't answer and followed the professor back to the castle like a marionette.
As soon as I walked through the door, a group of Slytherin students happened to be going to the cafeteria for dinner, and they passed by them talking and laughing.
Malfoy saw Charles' lost look, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he raised his eyebrows provocatively.
But he stopped laughing soon, because when Charles looked over, he felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and he shuddered subconsciously.
That night, Charles was distracted all the time. He ate whatever was put in front of him while eating. He just ate up a plate of baked potatoes, then stretched his hand longer, and looked at Dean Thomas' horrified eyes.
I ate a bowl of steak.
Fortunately, Charles had eaten and left the cafeteria at this time. Dean breathed a sigh of relief and said to Lavender Brown sitting next to him: "I was really scared to death just now. I was afraid that Charles would stretch his hand a little more after finishing the steak.
Catch me and eat me."
Lavender said doubtfully: "I don't know what's wrong with him. I've never seen him like this before."
Over there, Harry and Hermione also looked at each other. After knowing Charles for so many years, this was the first time they saw him like this.
In the end, even Voldemort couldn't bear to see Charles look like this, so he went over and slapped him on the back of the head: "Isn't it just that a few plants died, so why should I be so sad?"
Professor Sprout told about the Second Greenhouse during dinner, so Voldemort understood what was going on.
"You don't understand," Charles said slowly, "that state of vitality and all things competing is still before your eyes. After just one night, it turned into ashes. You don't understand."
Voldemort really wanted to slap him again, so he meowed. I don’t understand this kind of thing, who else can understand it?
I was so mighty and majestic back then, but after a spell, it all disappeared, my body turned to ashes, and my soul turned into smoke. Now I am just a scalp, and I have never seen me so depressed.
Voldemort was very angry. He originally thought that this boy had good talents and wanted to train him into a new generation of subordinates, but he didn't expect that his psychological quality was so poor and he would not be able to survive even a small setback. He really made a mistake.
However, the child could still be saved, so Voldemort slapped him on the back of the head again and said, "Is your skull filled with dragon dung?"
"Why don't you think about it, dragon dung compost is available in every greenhouse, and there will be pests in the greenhouse where you grow things?"
"Why don't you think about it, if it wasn't a matter of composting, and it's so cold now that the lake is frozen, would there be pests entering the greenhouse on their own?"
As the saying goes, if there is a difficulty, make it difficult. If there is no difficulty, make it difficult. No matter whether the pests in the second greenhouse are accidental or man-made, create an enemy first, just in case you are fooled.
Charles frowned and asked him: "You mean, someone put bugs into the second greenhouse?"
Voldemort said angrily: "I don't know. If you want to find out, go check it out yourself."
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly and said murderously: "If I find out who did it, I will use his skull as a bowl!"
Now it was Voldemort's turn to twitch in the face. He just wanted to take the opportunity to teach him the Cruciatus Curse and completely drag him down. This kid was better, he was more ruthless than himself.
After today's confinement ended, Charles left the office and went directly to the laboratory to find Eleanor.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a scent.
"You're here?" Eleanor was a little surprised, "The pudding was just made. I saw you were in a bad mood, so I gave it to you."
Charles thought to himself, it turns out that the equipment used to make potions can also be used to make pudding.
Eleanor saw that he was still gloomy, so she went over and pinched his face gently, pulled him to the back room, and asked at the same time: "What's wrong with you today? What happened to you?"
Shall I tell you?"
Charles gave a general summary of what happened this afternoon, and then asked Eleanor: "Can you give me some veritaserum?"