Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Harry came back, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be a bit baffling.

When he returned Professor Sprout was asking questions.

"Can someone tell me what properties Mandrake has?"

This question didn't bother Hermione, who had already memorized the textbooks needed for second-year herbalism. Well, Sule knew that, but he gave Hermione the opportunity to show off.

"It is a powerful restorative agent, used to restore transformed or enchanted people to their original appearance." When Hermione answered, Neville murmured to the side.

"Why don't you raise your hand if you know the answer?" Soul asked him, but Neville just gave him a shy smile.

The roots of Mandrake are human-shaped, and the leaves grow on the top of its head. Because it is still a seedling, it grows more like a baby. This is the first time for many people to see them, and they all make a sound. The missing scream.

At the end of get out of class, most people were exhausted, sweating profusely, and covered with soil, because the mandrakes seemed unwilling to be pulled out or inserted back into the soil. They were in the hands of the little wizard. He twisted his body hard, kicked his feet wildly, waved his pointed little fists, and gritted his teeth.

Of course, there are a few people who are relatively clean, and Sur is one of them. Fortunately for Tonaway, he stuffed the mandrake into the new pot easily.

"One of their characteristics is that they are very ticklish. You only need to scratch its feet gently and it will become obedient. However, be careful with its hands."

"There is no such knowledge in the books." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, "Where did you discover this feature?"

Neville took off his dragonhide gloves and scratched his head innocently.

“I come here often to help with the plants and I discovered it by accident.”

"Let me tell you, you are very good, Neville." Soul patted Neville on the shoulder and teased, "Next time, you can be more courageous, and you can't always let Hermione steal the limelight."

Hermione smacked Soul in annoyance, but she forgot she hadn't taken off her gloves.

A distinct slap mark was imprinted on Sur's arm.

"Okay, now I'm not clean either." Suer said helplessly.

The second class in the morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. The little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff rushed into the Transfiguration classroom carrying the soil they brought from the flower pots.

The smell of dragon dung compost made Professor McGonagall frown.

"Clean up." She cast a spell to keep her classroom clean.

The other little wizards didn't feel that there was anything special about this spell, but it was just a small cleaning magic, but Sur's eyes lit up.

He found Huadian.

He has only tried the single-player version of the cleansing spell, or in other words, it is actually a single-body spell.

But Professor McGonagall only released it once, and the dirt and smell were cleaned away from everyone in the classroom.

'Ask Professor McGonagall during the break,' he thought.

The first stage of the Transfiguration class in the second year involves students turning a living beetle into a button, which requires a basic pattern.

This is a connection from the content of the last school year. Su Er remembered that the final exam of the last school year was to turn a mouse into a snuff box, but the mouse was bigger than a beetle and did not crawl around like a beetle.

However, this certainly did not trouble Soul and Hermione, two top students in their respective colleges, and they easily completed the course objectives.

"What's wrong with your wand?" Soul waved the thick smoke that drifted to his nose---it was a smoke with the smell of rotten eggs, coming from Ron's tattered wand.

"It was broken by the Whomping Willow." Ron raised his elbow and said angrily. He had just waved it randomly and accidentally crushed the transformation beetle with his elbow. "Idiot, it's useless."

Ron's wand seemed to have a temper. It crackled and erupted with some sparks. Ron became even more angry and accidentally killed Harry's beetle.

The two of them had to go to Professor McGonagall to get another one.

After class, they went to the Great Hall for lunch. On the way, Harry suggested that Ron write home and ask for one.

"Goodbye, I don't want to receive another yelling letter." Ron angrily thrust the wand stuck on his waist with something he didn't know what.

"I can already guess what they're going to say, 'It's all your fault that your wand broke!'"

Suer, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but shake his head. He separated from them in the auditorium. Justin seemed to have something to do and was waving to him.

In the afternoon, Soul and his roommates went to Professor Binns' History of Magic class. Together with the Slytherins, he slept happily all afternoon on his stomach on the thick History of Magic textbook. When he woke up It's time for get out of class to end.

After Slytherin was eliminated from the House Cup early last school year, the Hufflepuff badgers were no longer so resentful, so they got along pretty well in this class.

Well, amicably slept together during this class.

There are no strict requirements on how students should sit in Hogwarts. After a whole year of study, Soul has become familiar with many people in Gryffindor House.

"Good evening, Soul."

"good evening."

Soul nodded with a smile, and then sat down on the Gryffindor table as a matter of course. The first-year student didn't know Soul, but he recognized the Hufflepuff mark on his wizard robe. Patch would sit at their table.

Ginny gave them the answer, "I know him... he's a nice guy. I met him in Diagon Alley."

Of course Soul came here to wait for Hermione to have dinner with him. While he was chatting with George Fred to pass the time, a group of people rushed in at the door of the auditorium.

It was the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors who had just finished their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

However, their expressions were not good, and some of them were rubbing their ears with resentment.

"What happened?" Suer asked curiously.

"Forget it, it was a disastrous Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson." Ron said, "I'm just saying that Lockhart is an idiot."

Harry nodded in agreement, looking a little ugly.

"You should call him Professor, Ron," Hermione retorted, "That lesson was just an accident."

"If a wizard who can't fight a bunch of Cornish elves deserves to be a professor..." Ron said angrily, rubbing his ears.

Hermione fell silent. She couldn't refute Ron's words.

In addition to Harry and the others, many young wizards were also discussing what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just now. Soul quickly understood the whole story.

"Tsk, tsk." He couldn't help but shook his head.

Dumbledore also made mistakes sometimes. No, this old bee might have other deep meanings...

"However, maybe you can get Lockhart to sign his borrowing list, just coax him." Soul murmured to himself.

Looking at it this way, Lockhart is not useless.

"Borrow a book? What book do you want to borrow?" Hermione, who had sharp ears, suddenly raised her head.