days at Hogwarts

Chapter 162
Compared with the easy courses in the previous semester, the number of courses and class hours in this semester have increased significantly.

It is worth noting that the astronomy class of the second grade is arranged on Monday, which means that they have one more homework to catch up on the weekend, and the stargazing report cannot be made up on Monday and Tuesday.

On the first day of the new term, the first class of Gryffindor second-year students is herbal medicine, which starts with Ravenclaw house.

The little wizards who have been holding back for a summer vacation have long been unable to hold back. Students are like this. When you are studying, you are always looking forward to the vacation.But when it comes to holidays, you will miss reading and class in a few days.

I don't know how long the others have been holding back, but Seamus and Dean can't wait to let themselves go.

Even if the weather on the dome is cloudy and rainy, it still can't stop the enthusiasm of the two.While having breakfast in the auditorium, the voices of the two of them discussing could be heard even by the professor at the guest chair.

"The place where we have classes will be moved from Greenhouse No. [-] to Greenhouse No. [-]. I heard that there are many real magical creatures there."

"Yes, a piranha that eats people, a fungus that stealthily sticks its roots into your veins to suck blood..."

I really don't know where these two people found so many strange legends, Neville couldn't help trembling when he heard that, herbal medicine class, which he wasn't afraid of at first, suddenly became as scary as Potions class.

The twins who were eating breakfast heard their conversation and put down the spoons in their hands.Walking over with smiles on their faces, they opened their hands, hooked the shoulders of a few little wizards, and buried their heads together to create a sense of immersion,

George said quietly: "Do you know that some herbs grow under very special conditions, and they use human corpses as nutrients."

"If any of you are accidentally left alone in the greenhouse, you will be dragged into the soil by the vines." Fred's voice was very strong, but he pressed his throat, and the loudness sounded very low.

George continued: "Your cries cannot penetrate the soil, your hands cannot break free from the vines, no one can find you, and in the end, in despair, you will turn into manure in the soil."

Cooperating with the threatening words, the hands of the two hooked the little wizard's shoulders and tightly imprisoned them.Neville looked panicked and struggled violently, but he couldn't break free. He seemed to have really fallen into the scene described by the twins. He was entangled by vines and buried in the soil, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

He jumped to his feet, throwing the twins over the stool.

"Hahahahaha!" Lee Jordan, who had noticed the situation here, laughed wantonly, "You really deserve it!"

"Hahaha twins deserve it!"

"Good job!"

The other students also noticed the situation here, and made fun of the twins, and praised Neville's bravery,

Neville's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he ran away without looking back, and left the auditorium as if fleeing.

Treating this as a small dessert for breakfast, the little wizards in the auditorium chatted about their experiences during the summer vacation, as well as the information they found about this semester.

All the excitement was quickly suppressed by the roaring letter from Mrs. Weasley. After the deafening roar stopped, the auditorium boiled again.

Because of temporary deafness, everyone opened their voices and yelled, this time the boiling was even louder,

With surprise on his face, Seamus approached the pale-faced Ron with joy, and shouted in his ear: "It turns out that you can receive a Howler letter every year at the beginning of school, it's so cool!"

So Ron's face paled even more.

On the way to the greenhouse, Rolf of Hufflepuff joined Loren.

They had become friends after Christmas last year, not the same as Harry Ron's, not the same as Seamodian's.The relationship between the two is not that close, but they both know each other as friends and can chat when encountering things.On the contrary, there are many things that are not easy to say to close friends, they can talk about them.

"Hey, Loren." Rolf didn't seem to be very happy because of the start of school, his eyebrows were raised, and he couldn't say that he was very depressed.

"Rolf! Long time no see, how was your summer vacation?" Loren rolled a grass ball with his feet, bounced it a few times with his toes, and passed it to Rolf.

"Originally, we were planning to go to the African jungle to see rare animals, but my grandfather suddenly went to France and didn't let us follow." Rolf stopped the ball and passed it back, "After returning from France, he changed It was very silent, and our family was a little worried about him."

Loren thought for a while, Scamander is also a member of the older generation, he should have learned of Nico's death.

The old man is like this about death. When he is about to die, he may have nothing to worry about, but when he sees an old friend leave, it is inevitable that he will feel emotional and sad.

"Don't worry, adults don't need children to worry." Loren could only comfort Rolf in this way.

When the group came to the greenhouse, they found that Lockhart was also here.

Wearing a turquoise flowing robe, and wearing a green top hat with gold trim on her shiny hair.He was spotless from head to toe, and Professor Spoutlaw, who was covered in mud and had black mud under his fingernails, looked like a peasant woman beside him.

"Hello everyone!" Lockhart smiled, "Just now I demonstrated to Professor Spoutlaw how to heal the Whomping Willow..."

He bragged about himself with high spirits, implying that his knowledge of herbal medicine was better than that of Professor Spoutlaw, which was only one of his many talents.

Professor Sputrow held back his fire, clenched his fist tightly, comforting himself silently in his heart: This is retribution, this is retribution, this is retribution for laughing at Professor Flitwick yesterday.

It would make her feel better to think so.

"Starting today, we will go to the third greenhouse for class!" Professor Sputrow said through gritted teeth.

When she took a key thicker than an arm from her waist and opened the door of the greenhouse, all the students felt a smell of damp soil mixed with smelly manure, and the aftertaste of the unpleasant smell was charming Aromas of flowers and grasses, and some unique scents of plant roots.

Loren couldn't tell whether the smell was good or bad, but Lockhart pinched his nose and showed a disgusted expression. He borrowed Harry from Professor Spoutlaw and pulled him aside to talk.

Entering the greenhouse, all kinds of strange plants come into view. The place is obviously different from the first greenhouse. Most of the plants here are very active. The branches and vines are constantly shaking, and the roots of the herbaceous plants are loosening the soil. Breathe yourself.

It gave Loren a strange feeling that they were not plants, but more like animals, and even brought him a strange sense of intimacy, like the dolphins seen in the aquarium.

They exude their own emotions, joy, freedom, and the joy that arises when they feel the breath of Sputrow.

Professor Sputrow led everyone to a row of deep flowerpots, and gave everyone a pair of protective gloves and a pair of sound-proof headphones.

The students' preparation for the first herbal medicine class was then examined.

"We are going to repot the Mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what are the properties of the Mandrake?"

In the huge greenhouse, only Hermione raised her hand to answer the question, and the girl's pretty voice echoed in the greenhouse: "Mandrake, also called Mandrake root, is a powerful recovery agent. It is especially effective for petrification."

Well, good, only Hermione previewed it.

"You know, that's what celebrities do..."

Outside, Lockhart's triumphant voice came faintly, and the already irritable Sputrow wanted to throw the mandrake in his face.

Seemingly sensing Spoutlaw's distaste for Lockhart, the plants also disliked Lockhart.The branches and rhizomes trembled slightly, making an unnoticed rustling sound.

This feeling was so strange, Loren felt the disgust of the plants towards Lockhart, as if, as if he could communicate with the plants.

Obedient to a strange subconscious, Loren tried to convey his inner thoughts to a vine, a woody vine plant at the door of the greenhouse.

Then, the creeper-like vines wrapped around Lockhart's boots unknowingly, and dragged him violently into the vines.

"Ah - help!" Lockhart yelled in panic, his voice breaking, howling like the vines were already hurting him.

"Help! It's going to suck my blood, and it's going to bury me in the ground as nourishment!"

Apparently, Lockhart had also heard the stories the twins had made up to scare people in the Great Hall.

Harry looked at the scene in front of him in silence. There were only a few scattered vines on Lockhart's body. He just needed to stand up with his hands up.As a result, he struggled in a panic, and instead entangled himself to death.

George and Fred, what a crime... Harry thought.

With an anxious and panicked expression, Professor Sputrow moved slowly, trying not to laugh out loud, determined to see Lockhart's good show.

Everyone in the classroom saw Lockhart's embarrassing performance, and the little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were also silent, and the collective had a bad feeling about Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester.

Only Loren's eyes lit up when he saw Lockhart's miserable appearance - a chance to increase his favorability!

He strode up to Lockhart, pulled him out of the vines, and muttered while picking up the vines: "Professor Lockhart has paid too much to show us a wrong example..."

The panicked Lockhart was so moved that he was about to cry when he heard this. He vaguely saw that the Gryffindor student in front of him was glowing.

Are you, the messenger sent by Merlin?

Lockhart quickly reacted and took over the scene. He also knew how to deal with this kind of scene.

After saying a few words that sounded like harsh scenes, he quickly left the scene and went back to the castle to spread another version of the story among others.As long as there is a preconceived impression, most people in the castle will still recognize him as a best-selling author, adventurer, and winner of the Order of Merlin.

Before leaving, he patted Loren's shoulder affectionately, without saying a word.

Loren seemed to see the progress bar on Lockhart's head: The Oblivion Curse is loading——

1%
5%
……

90%!

He happily returned to Hermione's side, neither arrogant nor impetuous, like a reserved and good student who does good deeds without seeking fame.

Hermione glanced at him blankly, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Did you move the vine just now?"

Loren:! ! !
Loren's eyes are like copper bells, I read the hearts of plants, you read me? !
……

The mandrake was like a beast cub, twisting its body, kicking its feet, even gnashing its teeth and waving its fist, almost punching Seamus on the nose.

Thanks to the strengthened Hermione, Loren didn't sweat profusely, have a sore waist and backache, and was covered in mud when get out of class was over like other students.Not to mention tiredness, some people even lost their lottery.

There was Justin Finch in Hufflepuff, he chattered and pulled Harry to talk, and even Ron, Loren and Hermione were not indifferent, chattering.

The second class was Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's class was always difficult, but the class of the second grade was even more difficult. They began to learn more about transfiguration related to living creatures.

Turn the beetle into a button, the life force of the beetle will interfere with the operation of the magic.You not only have to consider the shape of the button, but also like playing music, let the magic power and life harmonize to achieve the deformation effect, but don't damage the life.

"Can anyone tell me what to do?"

Hermione raised her hand high, and she was the only one in the audience to raise her hand.Loren, who was at the same table, was teasing the teaching aid beetle with a magic wand, turning it over. Seeing that the beetle was about to turn over, Loren turned it over again.

Professor McGonagall looked at the stark contrast between the two, and remembered Loren's lazy look at the end of last semester, and her hand holding the wand unconsciously squeezed even tighter.

"Loren Morgan, you answer." Professor McGonagall's voice was calm.

Hermione was a little disappointed, but she could still accept it, and slowly lowered her raised right hand.

Loren, who was being raided, said slowly: "Keep in mind the elements of metamorphosis, insight, essence, and goal during the casting process."

"Correct, Gryffindor adds 5 points for this." Professor McGonagall then analyzed the application of the three elements and the key points of casting spells.

Hermione thought it was just an ordinary Q&A, but the class that followed shattered her illusions.No matter what the question was, no matter how high Hermione raised her little hand, Professor McGonagall, without exception, called Loren every time, and then added points.

After a big class, Hermione looked at Loren as if she was looking at a third party involved, and Professor McGonagall was the one who cheated.

She felt that she was extremely wronged. It was me who raised her hand, and I was the one who cooperated with the professor the most, but Professor McGonagall gave Loren all the attention.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Hermione immediately packed up her textbooks and ran out of the classroom with a flick of her hair. The resentful eyes made Professor McGonagall feel guilty.

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall stopped Loren, who was about to chase him out: "Come to my office on Saturday night..."

Thinking of Hermione's sad eyes, she paused: "Let Granger come too."

After finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall, who has always been steady, trotted out of the classroom.The back view actually has a bit of panic.

(End of this chapter)