The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The observation record of the pimple vine was completed by group cooperation.

Hermione is undoubtedly the first author. She described the growth of the pimple vine in the greenhouse in detail and carefully, compared it with the sample description given in the textbook, analyzed the reasons for the differences in various traits, analyzed the impact of geographical conditions and greenhouse environment on plants, and put forward a conjecture that other crops in the greenhouse are also one of the influencing factors.

The first draft was written on about two feet of parchment.

Loren, the second author, analyzed the impact of the shape change of the pimple vine on the medicinal properties and internal magic, combined with the application scenarios of subjects such as potion science and alchemy, and highlighted the economic value of the pimple vine and its products... The length is about one foot.

Harry and Ron are the third authors, responsible for drawing, finalizing and integrating the copying work.

Drawing is to copy the real object and the photo. The whole plant of the pimple vine is divided into three parts: roots, stems and leaves. There are also fifteen specific parts such as tentacles, pimples, fruits, seeds, etc. When encountering complex patterns, refer to the textbooks and other students' homework.

The workload on paper was huge, but fortunately it was not brain-intensive, and both of them were happy with it.

It was a week before the manuscript was submitted.

Today was the second lesson on the knotty vine.

Some of the pods that were still half-ripe last week were fully mature. Professor Sprout held a freshly taken pod in one hand and shouted at the top of his voice: "Each team member harvested the plants they were responsible for. There is no rigid requirement for the fruit harvest. The team with the least number of injured members and the lightest injuries will be rewarded!"

It was a fluttering and disgusting thing, as big as a grapefruit, with a sticky liquid on the peel and swollen veins.

No one would doubt it if it was used as a teaching aid in the Care of Magical Creatures class next door.

"Tsk... The courses in the advanced class are different from those in the lower grades. With such standards, those who know it are herbology classes, and those who don't know it think it is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" Loren exclaimed.

The four members of the team slowly surrounded a knotty vine covered with knots. Compared with last week, the tentacles on the vine roots were much thicker, and the pods made a slight wriggling sound of mucus.

"Glynd, oh no, it's Professor Bagshot, his class is not dangerous at all." Hermione began to wear protective gloves. The usual gloves were made of dragon skin, which were too thick and inconvenient to operate. The gloves in this class were made of gum leather, which were very elastic and a bit like the rubber gloves of surgeons.

"According to Professor Bagshot, Headmaster Dumbledore strictly controls his teaching, so there is certainly no risk." Harry had two layers of glasses on his face, the inner ones were myopic glasses, and the outer ones were protective glasses, which put a lot of pressure on his nose.

"Speaking of Headmaster Dumbledore, I went to his office last week, and he showed me the memory of Mr. Bob Ogden..." Harry told the memory he saw in the Pensieve.

Ogden went to the old house of Gaunt to convey the summons. Marvolo and Morfin maliciously attacked the staff of the Ministry of Magic and abused their daughter Merope...

"... He said it was to let me know more about Voldemort's past, but I feel weird."

"The principal told me about these things before, but he didn't show these memories..."

"So Dumbledore asked me to call you next time."

"Next time?"

"Tomorrow night."

Harry put on his gum gloves and reached out to take the fruit from the pod. The tentacles of the thorny vines waved like hair, making silent tremors, as if to protect the fruit and warn the surrounding enemies.

"..."

Loren had a vague guess in his heart, patted Harry to signal him to make way, gently soothed the knot on the main vine with one hand, let it gradually calm down, and reached out with the other hand to take out a pod like the one Professor Sprout got, and put it in the bowl handed over by Ron.

Then he gently moved his fingers, and the invisible blade swept past, and the fluttering fruit was immediately split open. The bowl was suddenly full of squirming lumps and seeds, sticky, green, and caterpillar-like.

The first pod was successfully completed, and the three stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. It was relatively relaxed and temporarily safe.

Looking around, the other groups were in a mess. Parvati's wrist was bitten by the hole next to her, and she was screaming and pulling it out. Neville on the opposite side successfully took out the pod, but their group couldn't open the tough and thick fruit skin. Justin raised the spatula and hit it hard, and the ceramic bowl was broken, and the pods bounced everywhere...

The girls were scared and screamed.

The little witches were somewhat resistant to the sticky and squirming things, and Hermione was the same. She silently moved two steps behind Loren, and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

There was no embarrassment. The division of labor was like this. She was responsible for the main mental work, and the boys were responsible for the dirty work.

In the remaining time of this class, they skillfully hollowed out the pods of the knot vine. The thorny vines shrank obediently, and the stumps covered with knots lay there quietly, like a normal plant that would not move.

…

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

The Fuling potion fully absorbed the magic power of the full moon. The cold moonlight seemed to condense into liquid in the crucible, flowing lightly. A small amount of rue powder was sprinkled in, and ripples appeared on the liquid surface. The green and tiny light spots were looming, like a quiet starry sky.

Loren held the magic wand in his right hand, and the magic power that controlled time reflected the liquid, the colors were crystal clear, and they complemented each other.

All the previous steps were completed smoothly, the various materials were fully reacted, and the magic power was harmoniously gathered together. The whole ceremony only had the last step left.

After restraining the brilliance of the tip of the staff, Loren turned to look at Slughorn, who was full of expectations: "Professor, can I finish it in the end?"

"this……"

Slughorn's excited smile suddenly faded, and his face was full of tangles, "I know your Potions scores are very good, but Loren, the last step is not just about potions, it also involves spells... Well, your Charms results are also very good... Filius and Albus are very optimistic about it..."

He muttered, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if he was trying to convince himself.

Subconsciously, I was worried about handing over a pot of precious medicine that was about to be released to the students, but rationally, I thought it was OK.

"Okay, okay... Anyway, this cauldron of blessing elixir is possible because of you. An old man of this age can't last six months alone... The worst is to start all over again next month!" Slughorn turned gray. His eyebrows drooped downwards, and he turned his head away, as if he was afraid to look at it, "Just do it!"

Looking at his childlike expression, Loren couldn't help but laugh. He waved his wand eight times in a row according to a specific trajectory and said calmly:

"[Fu Ling Pu Luo]"

The silent potion immediately began to boil, and the green liquid in the silver returned to its original appearance amidst the turbulence. The potion in the small crucible splashed happily, its color was like molten gold, and the large liquid jumped on the surface. There were big drops of liquid, like goldfish, but not a drop spilled outside.