Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 134 The Uneducated Mandrake
Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.As soon as she entered, Hera smelled a smell of damp soil and manure mixed with a strong fragrance of flowers.

Those flowers were as big as umbrellas, hanging from the ceiling, Hera followed closely behind Professor Sprout, and strode in directly.

"Harry! I've always wanted to talk to you—Professor Sprout, you don't mind if he's two minutes late, right?" Lockhart's eyes locked on Harry who was in the crowd at some point, and even Hera didn't deliberately look for Harry and the others.

As for his words, judging from Professor Sprout's expression, she did mind.

But Lockhart said: "That would be wonderful."

Then he directly closed the door of the greenhouse! ?
Professor Sprout clenched her fingers, and she said in a small but not at all small voice: "I think I know how he angered Professor McGonagall."

"Actually, he never disappoints people when it comes to making people angry." Hera shrugged indifferently. Lockhart is a liar. Dumbledore had told him about this long ago.

But it seemed that the professors at Hogwarts didn't know it yet, but they still naturally hated this bragging Lockhart-even though they only had contact with him for less than a day.

Professor Sprout walked quickly to the middle of the greenhouse, and stood behind a stool. On the stool were more than twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors. Hera quickly picked up an earmuff and hung it around her neck.

"It's a great pleasure to see you returning to Hogwarts in the new school year. You must have enjoyed your summer vacation, but I think we should get ready for our study life. Today, we are going to repot the Mandrake. Can anyone tell me the properties of the Mandrake now?"

Hera didn't listen carefully to Professor Sprout's words. He was just here for paddling. He saw Harry sneak in through the door and sat down next to Ron and Hermione, but Lockhart disappeared. He didn't know if he came here to disgust Professor Sprout.

If that was his purpose, he succeeded.

Hera looked at the mandrakes in the middle of the greenhouse, lined with about a hundred greenish-purple seedlings, which looked nothing special.But he knew very well what he would face if he firmly grasped a clump of grass blades and pulled it up vigorously.

The students suddenly made a fuss. They rushed up to snatch the earmuffs in front of Professor Sprout, and finally there was only one pink fluffy earmuff left. It seemed that they didn't like pink.

Professor Sprout finally picked up the pink pair of earmuffs himself. "When I tell you to put on the earmuffs, make sure to cover your ears tightly. When it is safe to remove the earmuffs, I will give two thumbs up. OK - put on the earmuffs."

Hera quickly complied, he didn't want to lose face in front of the second-year students, especially if there were Hermione and others among them.The outside voices were suddenly inaudible.

Professor Sprout rolled up his sleeves, took a firm hold of a clump of grass blades, and pulled it up with all his might.It was not the roots that were pulled out of the soil, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on his head.

Its skin was light green with spots, and the little creature was clearly screaming at the top of its lungs.

Professor Sprout handed it to Hera, and Hera caught it quickly, holding the blade of grass on its head tightly.

Seeing the ugly appearance of the Mandrake, Hera suddenly remembered something he had almost forgotten - Animagus!

His mandrake is still buried in Tulip Manor!
But there is no thunderstorm now, so there is no rush, just need to pay attention to the weather, so as not to miss the good time to practice Animagus.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the Mandrake doll in Hera's hand, and covered it with damp green compost until only the clump of leaves stood out.

She patted the mud on her hands, gave two thumbs up, and took off her earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are just seedlings, and hearing their cries won't kill you." She said calmly, as if she just watered the begonias just now. In fact, for Professor Sprout, this is indeed no more trouble than watering the begonias. "However, they'll knock you out for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss your first day of school, so make sure you wear earmuffs. I'll try to get your attention when it's time to pack up."

"A plate for four - lots of pots here - compost in bags over there - watch out for the poisonous tentacles, it's teething."

"Hera, please make sure each student is wearing their earmuffs securely." She slapped a spiky crimson plant, causing it to retract its tentacles that had crept toward her shoulder.

Hera also frowned and looked around. Fortunately, the poisonous tentacles didn't attack him, otherwise Hera would definitely show him what true cruelty is.

Teething?

Cut off your branches and leaves and take them away!

The students started filling pots with dragon dung compost, and they don't have to wear earmuffs yet, so they can still use this time to chat.

Hera and Professor Sprout, with their hands behind their backs, looked at the students on one side to avoid any accidents with them—this is extremely normal in Hogwarts.

Accidents have never been a low-probability event at Hogwarts. It can be said that most Hogwarts graduates have visited Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital, and she is also troubled by it.

I believe she will have even more headaches this year, after all, there are dementors stationed outside the school, Hera thought so.

The students put their earmuffs back on and concentrated on the mandrake.

Don't look at what Professor Sprout did with ease just now, it's not like that at all.Mandrakes don't want to be pulled out of the soil, but they don't seem to want to go back either.

They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet wildly, waved their small pointed fists, and gnashed their teeth.

"Damn it, you." Hera gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice. A round-faced wizard lost control of the mandrake. It had already jumped on his head, trying to take off his earmuffs.

"what!!!"

Hera quickly rushed over and grabbed the blade of grass on the mandrake's head before it succeeded in its trick.

"Thank you, Professor Hera." Through his mouth shape, Hera could probably guess what he said, holding the Mandrake with one hand, and waving the other hand casually, signaling him not to take it to heart.

Immediately afterwards, Hera slapped the Mandrake several times vigorously.

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