The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens

After hearing the mage's words, Sprout couldn't help being a little angry.

If you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand. What does it mean to understand a little? Despise the gold content of my herbal medicine professor and Hufflepuff sub-director?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Dumbledore hurried out to smooth things out: "It's all for the children."

"Let Professor Ryze try it, in case it works."

Sprout glared at the purple-skinned mage and placed the two mandrakes in his hand on the table beside the hospital bed.

Then take a few steps back to make room for the mage to cast spells.

That means you come and see what tricks you can come up with! If I ruin the mandrakes I've worked so hard to cultivate, I'll put you in a pot!

On weekdays, the sympathetic and optimistic witch seemed inexplicably impatient at this time.

She was a little too worried about the petrified Colin and this batch of Mandrakes, especially on the way here, after communicating with Professor McGonagall, she understood the seriousness of the matter better.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there is such an attitude now.

Lu Wu didn't say much. He simply walked to the table, raised his hand and aimed his palm at the mandrake on the table.

The other hand holds the rune and absorbs its energy.

Vibrant green light instantly enveloped the mandrake, and the whole herb seemed to be suddenly pressed by the accelerator button, growing wildly upwards.

In a few seconds, the plants exposed outside were more than twice as big as before, and the rhizomes hidden in the soil even stretched out several cracks in the flower pot.

At the same time, the escaped energy of the runes caused other plants in the ward to grow.

Even those old branches that have been in the vase for several days have begun to grow new tender leaves and re-grow delicate flower buds.

Outside the window, the already withered climbing vines seemed to be rejuvenated with the second spring. They kept twisting their bodies and climbing upwards, and quickly blocked the window tightly.

In the ward, as the mandrakes nearly matured, a fragrant special aroma began to permeate the surroundings.

But when it matures, the growth rate does not show any sign of decay, and it is still growing.

It's just a flower pot made of ordinary clay, and it may burst at any time by its plump roots.

Seeing this, Sprout hurried forward and started to deal with this crazy mandrake.

The mandrake without the protection of the soil will emit a terrible scream, and even a wizard, without any protective measures, will most likely die if he hears this sound.

Lu Wu thoughtfully placed a silent barrier around the herb to prevent its scream from affecting other people.

While everyone was waiting for Professor Sprout to deal with the mandrakes, there was a slight snoring sound in the ward.

Our little Harry, holding the stone and crystal ball tightly in his arms, fell into a deep sleep unknowingly, he was so tired today.

The mage and Dumbledore, who heard the voice, looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Both of them knew very well that the little wizard was not asleep just now, and was eavesdropping the whole time.

However, what he heard was what the two old guys wanted him to hear.

The next morning, when Harry woke up again, Lu Wu and others had already left, and even Colin's bed was empty.

He guessed that Mrs. Sprout should have prepared the resurrection potion to remove Colin's petrified state.

Thinking of this, Harry immediately got up from the bed and planned to leave here.

The injury on his back healed last night, when Professor Ryze used that strange stone to ripen the mandrakes.

Harry's wound began to heal inexplicably.

Because the feeling of this life force circulating in the body is too comfortable, it caused him to fall asleep accidentally.

Unexpectedly, just as Harry's feet landed, two heavy objects fell, and he almost jumped up in fright.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the two things that he had been holding last night.

"According to what the dean and the professor said, this thing seems to be called a rune?"

After thinking about it, Harry looked left and right and let out a sigh of relief when he found that no one else noticed.

and then picked it up from the ground.

The things looked good, but he didn't know how to use them after studying for a long time, so he could only put them in his pocket first.

It just so happened that Harry was going to meet up with two good friends later, so he could ask the smart little witch.

Maybe Hermione had heard of this thing, after all, she knew everything.

Afterwards, the little wizard first found Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, and told her that her injuries were healed. Then, she returned to the Gryffindor common room and changed her clothes.

His previous body had been burnt out, and there was a big hole in his back, so he couldn't wear it at all.

By the time Harry arrived at the place agreed with his friends, the two friends had been waiting for a long time.

Ron, with his arms folded and his face full of impatience, complained as soon as they met, "Harry, we made an appointment yesterday, what's the matter with you."

Harry had to keep apologizing: "I'm so sorry, I accidentally overslept."

After speaking, he shyly touched his head.

Of course, Ron, who has a deep relationship with him, doesn't really blame this friend~www.readwn.com~ It's just that being alone with Hermione in such a private space makes people very uncomfortable.

So, Ron turned his head to the little witch next to him and asked, "Tell me, why do we prepare decoctions in the women's toilet in broad daylight?"

"Aren't you afraid of being caught?"

The little curly-haired witch sat cross-legged on the ground, poured a tube of unknown liquid into the boiling soup pot in front of her, and said calmly, "Don't make such a fuss, Ron."

"No one comes here usually."

"Why?" Ron asked in surprise.

Hermione stopped making the potion in her hand and replied helplessly, "Because of Myrtle."

"Who?" The little red-haired wizard looked like a curious baby who didn't understand anything.

Harry smiled and watched the two communicate, then walked to the little witch and sat on the ground like her.

"Crying Myrtle!" Hermione raised her voice and repeated the name just now.

Unfortunately, this answer only made Ron more confused: "Who is the crying Myrtle?"

At this moment, Hermione's expression changed while sitting on the ground. She seemed to want to laugh, but held back.

On the other hand, Harry stared at his friend with wide eyes.

Now there is a ghost in an old school uniform with double ponytails standing behind Ron.

"I am the crying Myrtle!!!"

This ghost, which looked somewhat similar to Harry, suddenly shouted in the ear of Ron, who knew nothing about it, so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

Then, Myrtle dragged her slightly illusory translucent body and flew into the air, telling her grievances.

"I don't expect you to know me."

"Who would talk about the ugly, poor, downcast Myrtle!"