Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

The first class of the new semester is Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class.

Hogwarts, Third Greenhouse.

The chubby Professor Sprout used her usual gentle tone to greet everyone.

"Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful restorative potion used to restore people who have been transformed or under a spell to their original state."

After Hermione answered Professor Sprout's question, Professor Sprout happily gave Hermione ten points.

"Very good..." Professor Sprout said with a smile: "Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes, but it is also very dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

"Because it's so ugly that it scares others?" Ivan grinned.

"Very good!" Professor Sprout looked at Alvin happily: "One point from Gryffindor, Alvin, don't talk too much in class!"

Ivan shrugged, while Hermione rolled her eyes and raised her hand: "Because hearing the cry of Mandrake will kill people."

When Hermione finished speaking, Alvin's eyes suddenly lit up.

What happened this semester?

It's an evil spirit and the power of death. Why are you afraid that I won't have enough to eat?

"Exactly, ten more points!" said Professor Sprout.

"It should have been twenty points." Hermione looked at Alvin displeased.

"You can't be too greedy." Ivan said casually.

Professor Sprout began to teach everyone how to repot mandrakes: "We have young mandrakes here, so their screams are not life-threatening - they will only make you sleepy. In a few hours... everyone comes and gets a pair of earmuffs."

"When I ask you to put on earmuffs, be sure to cover your ears tightly. When it is safe to take off the earmuffs, I will give a two-thumbs up, OK, put on the earmuffs now."

Everyone put on earmuffs, and then Professor Sprout put on gloves, rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped a clump of grass blades, and then pulled it up with force.

Then, she pulled out a numb grass root from the soil, with light green skin and a baby-like grass root. It screamed at the top of its lungs and looked very scary.

Alvin took a deep breath. The cries of the mandrakes carried a serious curse, but this curse was conditional and only targeted those who could hear their cries.

But now that everyone was wearing earmuffs, Alvin simply followed the principle of not wasting and ate all the curses that followed the endless crying.

Then quickly, Professor Sprout took out a large flower pot from under the table, put the mandrake in, and buried it with moist fertilizer and soil, leaving only the leaves on the top of the head outside. , and finally she patted the dirt on her hands, gave everyone a thumbs up, and then took off her earmuffs.

"Four to a pot - there are lots of pots here - the compost is in the bag over there - watch out for the poisonous tentacles, they're growing teeth."

As she spoke, she slapped a dark red plant with spikes, causing it to retract the tentacles that quietly stretched out to her shoulders. Alvin gasped at the sight, and then he noticed Sipu. Professor Lauter actually raised a lot of poisonous tentacles in the greenhouse!

This old lady is really awesome!

Ivan has not forgotten that Professor McGonagall's husband died because of being bitten by a poisonous tentacle. This thing is highly poisonous, and the poison is quite violent!

Ivan is not afraid of this thing, because the strong adaptability of the Dragon Slayer's body will make his body gradually produce antibodies after being bitten. Although the process will be uncomfortable, as long as it is not the magic potion prepared by Neville, nature will definitely Most poisons have little effect on him.

But Professor Sprout is not a dragon slayer. This old lady is a pure artist and daring person.

Of course, the shelves full of antidotes may also be part of the reason.

"I was originally going to go to Eton College, but then I ended up here. I couldn't be happier. Of course, my mother was a little disappointed, but after I let her read Lockhart's book, I think she started to see the family home. How useful it is to have a well-trained wizard..."

A Hufflepuff boy named Justin chatted endlessly with Harry, while Alvin flicked open a poisonous tentacle and picked up a bag of smelly compost.

"I'm starting to hate the herbal medicine class..." Alvin frowned: "This stuff smells a bit like dragon dung."

Hermione pursed her lips and snickered: "In fact, this thing is made of dragon dung."

Aiwen raised his eyebrows: "Really? Monkey Lei Xie..."

After the herbal medicine class, everyone was dirty. Ivan sighed: "I don't like the herbal medicine class very much. Strictly speaking, I don't like the compost. Then I think of Darknet's poop in the past. Have you ever seen dragon dung as tall as a person? It was just a small amount that he squeezed out when he was constipated. It was really scary..."

When Hermione heard this, she immediately retched: "You are so disgusting!"

After class, everyone came to the auditorium to prepare for lunch.

Just as they were sitting down, Harry suddenly raised his head and saw a very thin, gray-haired boy staring at him like a man possessed.

"Hello, Harry? My - my name is Colin Creevey." The boy came up to talk awkwardly. He was holding a Muggle camera in his hand and his face was red.

"Harry, you have fans." Ivan teased.

"Shut up..." Harry turned around and awkwardly dealt with his little fan.

"It's really interesting here, isn't it? I never knew that magic was the weird things I do until I get the Hogwarts letter. My dad is a milkman and he can't believe it, so I'm going to take a picture Send him a lot of photos to look at. If only I could have a photo of you——"

Colin looked at Harry pleadingly: "-Maybe I can stand next to you and ask your friend to help click it? Then can you sign a signature?"

"Signature? Oh ho ho~" Alvin smiled: "Can you sign one for me too? Savior Star~"

Ron also pretended to be scared: "I don't want your autographed photo, you won't be angry, right?"

"Shut up..." Harry blushed fiercely.

He didn't know what sin he had done to get to know these two devils, but obviously, these two devils were not the worst -

"What's going on? What's going on?" Lockhart heard the commotion and strode over, his green robe fluttering behind him: "Who is sending out signed photos?"

Harry: "..."

Let me die thank you...

Looking at Alvin again, he had already hidden away from Hermione. Looking at Ron again, he turned his head and forcibly chatted with Ginny. Next to Ginny was Luna, who had also just entered school.

The two little girls became very good friends on the first day of school.

"No need to ask! We meet again, Harry!" Lockhart hugged Harry: "Come on, Mr. Creevey! A two-person photo is perfect. Let the two of us sign it for you."

Creevey looked excited, and so did Lockhart.

Harry saw Draco's gloating expression at the Slytherin table, and his heart dropped.