HP Dawn Night

As it turns out, we didn't.

Finding anything about mandrakes in the vast tome of the Hogwarts library is almost impossible.

By evening we were starving and dizzy, and since we are not allowed to leave the common room after [-]pm these days, we decided to check back the next day.

At breakfast the next day, Professor McGonagall made an announcement:

"I have good news for everyone," she said.Not only was the auditorium not quiet, but it became even more noisy.

"Dumbledore is coming back!"

"You have captured the Heir of Slytherin!"

"The Quidditch game has resumed!"

"Exam canceled!"

After the uproar died down, Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Sprout told me that the mandrakes are finally ready to be harvested. Tonight, we can bring those petrified people back to life. I don't need to ask You pointed out that someone among them could have told us who, or what, attacked them. It is my sincere hope that this terrible year will end with us catching the killer."

There was a roar of excitement, and I clapped my hands—Pencey will wake up tonight!

Even breakfast was much more enjoyable.

When I stood up and was about to leave the auditorium for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Sprout stopped me:

"Miss Snape, I would like to know if you would like to help me harvest the mandrakes? Of course, I can understand if you refuse, after all, it will take up your class."

I almost laughed out loud: "No, Professor, I'd love to."

Who loves Gilderoy Lockhart's class!

When I packed my schoolbag and left with Professor Sprout, Draco and Bracey gave me envious and jealous looks.

I walked towards the third greenhouse with Professor Sprout, and the professor explained to me: "The harvesting of Mandrakes is troublesome, and it can be much faster with the help of a few people. In that way, the petrified people can Wake up as soon as possible."

"I hope so too, Professor, you know, my friend Pansy Parkinson was one of the victims. It's been hard without her and I haven't seen her in a long time because of the security measures at the school. "I say it from the bottom of my heart.

Tears welled up in the corners of Professor Sprout's eyes: "Oh, it must have been a hard time for the friends of the victims."

"Fortunately, the mandrake is ready to be harvested," I replied.

"Miss Snape, I noticed that your Herbology grades are very good, so I was wondering if you would be interested in continuing your Herbology studies after the OWL exam? Although it may be a little early to ask."

"Of course. In fact, I have considered working at St. Mungo's in the future, so a NEWT certificate in herbal medicine is very important."

Professor Sprout smiled kindly: "The requirements of a healer are almost on par with Aurors. But this is a good choice for you, Miss Snape, after all, your potion is the best in the whole year .”

"In my opinion, potions and herbs should go hand in hand, Professor," I said.

"That's not bad. But Mr. Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor was not so lucky. Professor Snape absolutely hated his Potions results--ah, Mr. Longbottom, you have come, Very good."

Professor Sprout took out the key and opened the door:

"Mr. Longbottom, you are in a group with Miss Snape."

Neville Longbottom looked terrified of me - there must have been some influence from Potions - but once we got to work, Longbottom relaxed a lot.

As I worked silently, I was thinking about the snake.

After Defense Against the Dark Arts ended, Slytherin had no classes, and Draco and Blaise should go to the library to continue looking for information.

"I hope Hermione gets well soon." Longbottom whispered to himself.

"Are you on good terms with Granger?" I asked curiously.

"Uh... Hermione helped me with Potions," Longbottom said nervously.

"You don't have to be so nervous." I said helplessly, every Gryffindor likes to tie the image of me and my father together, "Professor Sprout said you like herbalism very much."

"Herbology is very interesting." Longbottom's eyes lit up immediately.

"Of course," I agreed, "I'm glad the mandrake is ripe."

"Is it because of the attack?" Longbottom asked.

"The heir of Slytherin made a mess of Hogwarts, you know, he even attacked the students of Slytherin." I couldn't help complaining.

"You mean Parkinson's? I know you are very good friends." Longbottom said, he took the initiative to comfort me now, "but she will be better tonight."

"hope so."

It's hard to believe I had a good chat with Longbottom.

As I was walking to the library, I thought about it.Longbottom told me some of the herbal knowledge he knew, and I have to say it was very interesting.

I'll have to talk to Pansy when she wakes up, Longbottom is better than the rest of Gryffindor.

When I walked up a step, I suddenly saw a red figure flashing past.

Weasley?

I hurried to catch up, wanting to tell him our latest thinking.

"Weasley?" I called down the empty corridor. "Ron Weasley?"

No one answered.

I tentatively took a few steps forward and found that this is the corridor where Mrs. Norris was attacked.The chair Filch was sitting on was still there, but he didn't know where it was, maybe the Gryffindor twins had played a little trick on him again.

Maybe the Heir of Slytherin will be caught soon, I looked up at the wall, and was horrified to find another line on it:

Her bones will forever remain in the Chamber of Secrets

she?Chamber of Secrets?

I reached for my wand, subconsciously wanting to tell the professors, but before I could turn around, a red spell hit me first.

Silent spell, this is really powerful.

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One update today~ because I am busy with writing and doing homework.

I’m not sure how to update it when I go back to school [Because the next time I go home is September 9rd T^T]

I will let everyone know before I leave~