This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After breakfast, the little lions in the fourth grade walked out of the castle one after another.

After passing through a wet vegetable field, it is the third greenhouse to go to this herbal class.

Sprout came early and was looking at black plants that looked like slugs.

After all the students arrived, she turned to introduce them to everyone, "This is a Babo tuber, a plant of extremely high value."

After studying pharmacy for so long, it has been a consensus that the weirder the appearance, the more valuable it is.

Sprout took off his dragon-skin gloves with a smile, "The most valuable part of the Bapole tuber is its pus, which needs to be squeezed with your hands, you need to collect its pus."

"What?" Simo looked disgusted.

"Pus." Sprout smiled and answered his doubts. "You heard it right, Fenigan, it's the pus from the Babo tuber."

She put the removed gloves in her pocket, "Listen, you're going to collect the pus in these bottles, don't forget to wear your dragon skin gloves, undiluted pus in the barbo tuber will make the skin different Ordinary damage.”

Although the process of squeezing tubers is disgusting, it can create a strange sense of satisfaction just like milking.

When each bulge is squeezed, a large amount of sticky yellow-green liquid will be emitted, and a pungent smell of gasoline will be emitted.

The students collected the pus in the bottle as the professor told him. When the get out of class was about to end, the fastest-progressed people had already collected a bottle.

Vincent, who had just collected the first bottle, looked at the two bottles full of them in front of Neville in surprise.

"Merlin is on, your progress is too fast."

Neville was embarrassed to pick up another tuber, "I can only do this simple thing."

After saying that, he squeezed it gently skillfully, and a large amount of pus flowed into the bottle along the squeezed mouth.

Vincent was stunned.

Whether it is the control of strength or the choice of angle, it seems that Neville has extremely high talent in this regard.

He picked up a tuber with a look with relief and looked at it for a few times, found the most suitable angle and then gently squeezed it with the right force.

No one is a waste for the rest of his life, and everyone has something that they are good at or are not good at.

Sprout came over at this time, and Neville had just collected the third bottle.

She nodded, then clapped her hands, "Okay, everyone can stop.

Mrs. Pomfrey would be particularly happy that the pus in the barbo tuber is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. After everyone collected so much, she could finally stop the students who used excessive means to remove acne. ”

Hannah of Hufflepuff Academy lowered her voice, "Like poor Elose Meadgan, she used a spell to remove the acne from her face, and the result...ah..."

Sprout also sighed, "Silly girl..."

She shook her head, "But Mrs. Pomfrey finally put her nose on her, hoping that she would not do anything like stupid again."

The deep and thick bell rang out from the castle, crossing the wet site and entering the third greenhouse.

Sprout announced his dismissal, and Hufflepuff's badgers returned to the castle to take deformation lessons.

The little lions of Gryffindor walked along the lawn and headed towards the wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hagrid was waiting outside the wooden house for the arrival of the students.

The oversized mole-skin coat on his body had many more holes. He held the collar of the big hunting dog's teeth in his left hand, and there were several huge open wooden boxes at his feet.

"Woooo--" Yaya kept trying to break free from the collar, seemingly interested in what was in the box.

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The whole school year last year, the two spent most of their time in the forbidden forest.

Hearing the familiar explosion, the two of them walked over quickly with a knowing smile.

"Good morning!" Hagrid greeted the little lions, "We need to wait for Slytherin's students, they must not miss the tailblast."

"Ah?" Ron approached with curiosity, "Say it again?"

Hagrid pointed to the open wooden box.

"Disgusting!" Ravender screamed and jumped behind Ron.

She was right, no matter who saw the fried tail snail, he would immediately think of the word "disgusting".

They are white and gray, much like dehulled deformed lobsters.

The head was not visible, and many of the feet were stretched out in a row, and the sticky look was very terrifying.

There are about a hundred fried tail snails in each wooden box, each about six inches long.

They stacked together and crawled around, constantly hitting the inner wall of the wooden box.

In addition to its ugly appearance, it also emits a strong smell like a stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

From time to time, some sparks will be shot at their tails, and with a slight "pop", they will push forward a few inches.

"It's all just hatched." Hagrid looked proud, "You can raise them yourself, this is a big project!"

The little lions subconsciously retreated, even Vincent and Hermione were no exception.

A cold voice came: "Why raise them?"

The little snakes of Slytherin came, and the one who walked in front was the swaggering Draco.

"I mean, what can they do? What are they useful?"

Hagrid, confused by the question, opened his mouth wide and thought desperately.

After a few seconds, he said in a rough voice: "Malfoy, that's the content of the next class, you just feed them today."

His big hands tightened the collar that bound his teeth, "Okay, I have prepared ant egg, frog liver and green snake. Everyone should try it out if they eat it."

Hermione looked at Vincent with a frown, "Those who did not last year shouldn't be..."

Vincent swallowed, "It's obvious that the snail is another new species."

Hagrid is really troublesome. The species that also made explosions last year had not appeared yet, and a new species just hatched.

Simo, who was hiding behind the two, muttered: "First it was the pus from the tubers, then it was this thing. It was a very bad day..."

Harry, who was standing next to him, shivered and turned the club badge into gloves.

He walked to the wooden barrel full of frog livers and grabbed it with a disgust, then came to the wooden box.

Out of deep affection for Hagrid, he carefully put the frog liver into the corner of the wooden box and tried to lure the tail snails over.

"Bang-" They did not react at all, and they still squirted forward randomly.

Vincent on the other side was the same.

Hermione looked at the fried tail snails in the wooden box carefully, "I'm pretty sure they don't have a mouth."

"Not to it." Vincent, wearing gloves, reached out to grab a snail.

Just as he was about to turn over, a crisp explosion suddenly sounded.

The flames blew over a transparent magic barrier, and Hermione was so scared that she hugged his arm tightly.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

Hagrid ran to Dean's side with a panic look.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean lifted his burned arm, "It hurts so much!"

"Uh..." Hager nodded, "Yes, this does happen when they explode."

Vincent quickly put the fried tail snail back.

If he hadn't just reacted quickly and activated the defensive barrier of Lemay's ring in time, at least a small handful of hair would have to be burned out.

Hermione let go of his little hand holding him with lingering fear, "Hagir should have told us in advance."

Vincent grabbed a handful of ant eggs and put them in the wooden box, "I finally know why his clothes have so many holes."

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