The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Retract the tightly wrapped skull. Lind stood up, took out his wand, and started tonight's practice facing the training puppet.

When the sun had not yet risen, Linde pushed open the door of the pool room and returned to the lounge.

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He stuffed a light green baby-shaped ugly tree root into the pot, and then quickly grabbed the soil and dragon dung fertilizer to bury it entirely.

"Close your ears and listen!" After reciting the curse, he felt the hollowness of his hearing before the expression on his face relaxed.

It was now his first herbal medicine class of the semester. Professor Sprout asked them to repot young mandrakes. At first, he thought that he had come into contact with this thing last year, and he must be able to pinch it with his hands, without any pressure at all.

But he was proven wrong. Not only is he under pressure, it's also quite stressful. This pressure does not come from him, but from his classmates. Just imagine, dozens of mandrakes were pulled out of their pots and started screaming. That is simply not something a human being can bear, even with earmuffs.

And the scary thing is that this class is taught by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff together.

When it comes to this kind of delicate work, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are definitely not as good as Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Linde's group was the first to complete, and strictly speaking, he was the first to complete it alone. Because he really couldn't stand the cry anymore. Of course, others can't stand it either, but it's even harder for them to do their job well after being affected by the cry.

It's just that he was a little distracted just now and didn't evaluate this class properly, otherwise he would have put earplugs on himself in advance.

Linde's class basically ended in waiting. When all the mandrakes were finally put away and the classroom became quiet again, Sprout added ten points to him. His movements were very fast and the professor saw it.

After class, many young wizards walked out of the third greenhouse with their faces aching and covered in mud. The sound of rapid footsteps sounded, and Linde walked forward as fast as he could.

Lind's robe was also dragged behind him. His clothes were still very clean and his face was expressionless. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Oh my God, have you seen his expression and robes? He looks exactly like Snape." Ron muttered quietly from behind.

"Hey, don't whisper like that. If you have the guts, tell him loudly!" Jane said in a louder voice deliberately.

"Hey, hey, keep your voice down and don't mess with me." Ron said quickly.

Hermione also said, "You're right, if you have the guts, don't whisper behind your back. Especially if you simply insult someone's walking style.

If you have to say that you can walk very fast, then the person who said this has a problem! Hermione lectured, looking like Professor McGonagall.

Seeing that he was being refuted one after another, Ron felt a little uncomfortable. He just wanted to make a joke. Also, I just said he looked like Snape, but it turned into a humiliation in your mouth... even though it meant a little bit.

"Hey, Harry, look at them!" Ron looked at Harry, hoping that he could speak for him.

Harry looked at Lind's back in a daze, and was relieved after Ron said this. "Oh, uh... It's not that exaggerated. It's just that we really can't say that about Lind, right? After all, we are all Gryffindor classmates. And the relationship is not bad."

"You even said that?!" Ron said with disbelief on his face, "Okay, I was wrong, I was just joking." He could only say, with a look of discomfort on his face. Looking at Harry was like looking at a traitor.

Harry didn't dare meet Ron's eyes. In fact, he also knew that Ron meant no harm. Making fun of a classmate behind his back is indeed something children their age like to do. In other words, no matter your age, there will always be people being talked about behind your back.

It's just that he doesn't think Ron should make fun of Lind, others can. Not Linde.

He felt that he should maintain respect for Lind, just as he did when facing Professor Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly shook his head to get the thought out of his mind. But he suddenly thought of the wizard of the same age named Aesop whom he saw in Diagon Alley more than half a month ago.

He also felt that he needed to treat the other party respectfully.

"That's weird. Am I too humble? Why do I feel like I should be respectful when I see someone? I'm not a house elf." Harry said in his heart.

The next class is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. The first transfiguration lesson was not difficult, just turning a small beetle into a button.

Compared with last year's final exam, it was much easier. It seemed that Professor McGonagall was well aware of the level of these little guys who had been having fun all holiday.

Linde did not rush to turn the beetle into a button, but first tried to turn it into a mini Rubik's Cube. This kind of thing with an internal structure is much more difficult than turning into a one-piece thing like a button.

It took him almost half a class to successfully turn it into a Rubik's Cube. Then he started trying to turn it into a mini yo-yo, with screws and bearings inside.

Bearings are a difficult point.

In the end, he still failed before get out of class ended. One reason was because the beetle was too small, and the second reason was that the structure of the bearing was a bit precise.

He felt that as long as the target was enlarged, he could definitely change it. But with such a small size and the precision of the bearings, this is very difficult. So just before get out of class ended, he waved his hand and created an exquisite black button with a gold pattern. Of course, only the color is gold.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him unhappily. She had seen what Lind had been doing for the entire class, and of course, she would not stop him. She just wondered why he hadn't done something that could have been done long ago!

That would have given Gryffindor extra points.

What an ignorant little brat!

Lind touched his head and smiled awkwardly. He thought Professor McGonagall must have seen him torturing the poor little beetle and was scolding him.

The bell rang, but Lind was not in a hurry to leave this time. After all, the bell for the end of get out of class during ordinary breaks and the bell for the end of get out of class at noon are two different things. This time, the little wizards were much more anxious and squeezed out.

He didn't squeeze, but continued to sit in his seat and summarize what he had learned from this class.

When he walked out of the classroom, he saw Harry and his group in front of him. He also heard Jane say, "Seriously, Ron. I'll lend you money to buy you one!" she said. And it seemed that she was afraid that Ron would be embarrassed to lend money, so she added, "For learning, right? How can you learn magic without a wand."

Ron did cause some trouble in the class just now. His wand was broken by the Whomping Willow, and he could only barely repair it. But it seemed that it could not be repaired, and it crackled and sparked from time to time. Every time Ron tried to transform the beetle, he was immediately surrounded by a gray smoke with the smell of rotten eggs.

This was also the first time Jane brought the concept of borrowing money to their small circle. If Lind remembered correctly, even with the rich Harry and Hermione who was also rich after exchanging Galleons, he could only buy a new wand when his family won the grand prize of the Daily Prophet in the third grade.

And it was because his old wand was really broken at that time. If it wasn't broken, it might not be replaced. After all, what their family did after getting the money was to travel instead of supplementing the family income.

The old owl Errol in their family was really pitiful. If Andersen dares to say he is tired, I will tell him the life story of an owl named Errol, so that he knows what tiredness is.

Well, others have their own way of life, and I am not suitable to make comments, Linde thought to himself. Then he threw away this series of thoughts.

Jane's words touched Ron very much, and anyone could hear her sincerity. Although this little witch had a bit of a bad temper, she really cared about her friends.

Just like Ron never knew that it was Jane who beat him up last Halloween. That time was also to vent his anger on Hermione.

"Well... I feel I can still hold on. When they calm down, I will ask them if they can change one." Ron said hesitantly. Although he wanted to borrow, he thought that he had no pocket money at all, and it would be difficult to pay it back.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a few Galleons." Jane said as easily as possible. She didn't want to put too much pressure on Ron, but this made Ron's psychological pressure even greater.

"You don't have to rush to pay it back! You can pay it back when you get a job. After you buy the wand, just pretend you never borrowed the money from me and forget about it for now." Jane continued. She really hoped that Ron would be more decisive at this time. After all, his wand was indeed... no one could stand it.

However, Ron was still under great pressure and refused hesitantly.

Lind ignored what they said and walked forward. He just listened to these things for fun.

Then it was the lunch break. Of course, others rested. He practiced Transfiguration in the lounge.

Then it was the afternoon class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts.