Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The morning roaring letter arrived as expected. Ron, the chicken leg king, was very ashamed. He even only ate half a bowl of his favorite chicken legs.

The first class was Herbology, which Gryffindor and Hufflepuff attended together. When they arrived in front of the greenhouse, many students had already gathered there. They saw Professor Sprout striding over from the other end of the lawn with many bandages on his arms.

Harry and Ron saw from afar that almost all of the branches and trunk of the Whomping Willow were wrapped in bandages. They turned around at the same time to look at Miss Granger - she was wearing the original willow crown on her head.

"There's nothing to see...don't look at it..."

Hermione, who had never behaved like this before, blushed for no reason, but was reluctant to take off the delicate willow ring, so she could only kick Dudley again and again. Mr. Dursley, who was thick-skinned, said nothing, but just showed an extremely honest smile.

"These two people are beyond saving."

Ron shrugged and silently mourned for Dudley.

"Honestly, we should apologize."

Harry looked at Professor Sprout and felt a pang of guilt.

But soon, the extremely showy Gilderoy Lockhart made the two of them feel as if they had eaten a large spoonful of dragon dung.

He was wearing a shiny turquoise robe, a sparkling gold-rimmed hat, and had blond hair. He was spotless. He followed Professor Sprout, who was wearing a patched wizard hat and whose clothes were often covered in dirt, making his slicked-back face look even more prominent. When he saw the students gathering, he immediately greeted them loudly with a smile on his face.

"Hello! I just demonstrated to Professor Sprout how to heal the Whomping Willow!"

Dudley curled his lips. Healing wounds? Bandaging this magical plant that attacks indiscriminately, how come you are so smooth and shiny?

With Dudley's level of spoiler-hunting ability, he naturally knew that this Lockhart was a complete fake.

"But I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine! It's just that during my journey, these magical plants..."

Before he could finish his long boast, Professor Sprout, who was always cheerful, kind and enthusiastic, shouted gloomily.

"Today we are at the third greenhouse!"

Even the good kids in the Badger Yard couldn't help but tuck their tails between their legs and walked into the third greenhouse in silence - in fact, everyone had only been to the first greenhouse, and the plants in the third greenhouse were more dangerous, but also more interesting, so everyone couldn't help but be happy.

Harry was dragged away by Lockhart, and Dudley shrugged and ignored him. This "professor" Lockhart had no ill intentions, nor was he a Death Eater - he just wanted to join the gang, and Voldemort didn't necessarily need him. After all, who would want to recruit a useless wizard who could only "Oblivion"?

The greenhouse soon became quiet. On the stool in front of Professor Sprout, there were twenty or so pairs of earmuffs of different colors. The students stood still, and the dean of Badger House cleared his throat and assigned today's tasks -

Repot your mandrake.

"So, who can tell me what the properties of mandrake are?"

Needless to say, Miss Granger was the first to raise her hand.

"Mandra, also known as Mandrake root, is a very powerful restorative agent used to restore people who have been deformed or cursed to their original state."

Professor Sprout laughed. She was not a biased teacher like Snape who had great malice towards Gryffindor students. She immediately applauded enthusiastically.

"Ten points to Gryffindor, that's a very good answer."

"However, although Mandrake has many uses, it is also extremely dangerous. Can anyone tell me?"

Hermione was always eager to take the lead when it came to getting daily points. She raised her hand so quickly again that she almost knocked off Harry's glasses when he just came back.

"Hearing the cry of the mandrake is life-threatening."

"Absolutely. Ten points for Gryffindor."

Good teachers always like such active students, but what does this have to do with the good kids in Badger College?

If you can't answer it, then you can't answer it. Not everyone is a Hogwarts test-taker like Miss Granger.

"Okay, everyone take a pair of earmuffs and wear them tightly!"

Professor Sprout picked up one first, and the students immediately became agitated and squeezed forward desperately. No one wanted to wear a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs, right?

Except Dudley.

After Neville beside him put on the last pair of brown earmuffs, Dudley walked over calmly and picked up the pink, cute rabbit-like furry earmuffs. Everyone burst into laughter again, and even Professor Sprout's mouth curled up.

After all, for such a big man who is nearly two meters tall, wearing such girlish earmuffs, the look is quite contrasting.

Seeing that all the students were wearing them, Professor Sprout rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped a blade of grass in front of him, and pulled up the mandrake.

A shrill, ear-breaking cry came from the wrinkled "baby"'s mouth. Dudley covered his ears and pouted his lips. This thing looked too ugly. If it was replaced with the ginseng fruit from Wuzhuang Temple, it would probably look much better.

At least the ginseng fruit won’t howl like that.

Although they were wearing earmuffs, the cry of the mandrake was particularly piercing. Almost all the students, including the brave Harry and Ron, covered their ears in pain.

It’s so ugly!

However, Professor Sprout was already used to it. She took out a large flowerpot from under the table with fluent and skillful movements and stuffed the crying ugly baby into the flowerpot with a "plop". With her other hand, she held the wet dragon dung compost and filled the flowerpot with it. Soon, the crying sound disappeared and only the leaves of the mandrake were left exposed.

"These are just seedlings, so they're not fatal, but they can knock you out for a few hours. I guess no one wants to miss the first day of school, right?"

"Four people, one plant - there are quite a few flower pots here, and the compost is in the bag over there. Okay, let's try it!"

Clapping their hands, the students began the first transplant with fear and curiosity. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Justin Finch-Fletchley formed a team, and the rest of the students also formed their own teams.

Dudley and Neville looked at each other, but there was no third person to team up with them. Neville lowered his head in shame.

"Sorry, Dudley, no one wants to team up with me. I'm a burden to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are the future professor of Herbology. I still have to count on your support!"

Patting Neville on the shoulder and seeing Neville's somewhat touched look, Dudley strode towards one of the seedlings.

Mr. Dursley now had no idea that because of his words, a great professor of Herbology was born.