Chapter 151 When will Gryffindor win the Academy Cup?
Professor Sprout is a kind-hearted witch. She felt that Rove's suggestion was good and immediately adopted it.
At this moment, Lockhart was still at the door, having an in-depth exchange with Harry for some unknown reason.
Sprout left the greenhouse and invited him to come back after class to show the students how to heal plants.
Worried about scaring Lockhart away, she deliberately didn't mention treating the Whomping Willow, only that it was a... sneezeweed.
Lockhart immediately agreed with joy, he patted his chest and said that he would definitely show the young wizards what is... the real technology.
After Professor Sprout left, Lockhart put his arm around Harry's shoulder and said enthusiastically:
"See, Harry, even Professor Sprout asks me for advice...that's excellent trouble.
You're so outstanding, I can't do without you anywhere, but because of face, it's hard to refuse, what do you think I should do? "
Lockhart decided to write this content into his new book "My days as a professor at Hogwarts".
Harry couldn't understand what Lockhart was saying. He wrinkled his face and wanted to go back to the greenhouse for class, but Lockhart still hugged his neck tightly and said with a smile:
"Harry, don't envy me too much. You even deliberately drove to Hogwarts in order to be as famous as me!" Lockhart said:
"I know why you did it, it's obvious."
"Professor Lockhart, I..." Harry was about to explain, but was interrupted mercilessly.
"Harry, I gave you a taste of fame, didn't I?" Lockhart smiled, showing his shiny teeth:
"That day, at the Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley, you and I made headlines in the newspaper, and I made you addicted...I can't wait to do it again?!"
Lockhart tilted his mouth, looking like he saw through Harry.
"Oh... no, Professor..."
"Harry, I understand, it's only natural to try it once and think about it a second time... I gave you a premature taste of the sweetness, which is bound to go to your head... to give you a taste of it, Can't help myself."
Lockhart reached out and grabbed Harry's shoulder, blinked and said:
"Come to my office recently. How about I personally teach you some experience? One-on-one, completely private tutorial."
Harry: "..."
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When Professor Sprout returned to the greenhouse, he found that the students were all standing quietly, and no one touched the magic plants.
She smiled with satisfaction. It seems that everyone still remembers the knowledge taught in the first class last year.
Indeed, no little wizard dared to touch magic plants at will, because the third greenhouse was more dangerous than the first greenhouse.
Poisonous tentacles hide in dark corners, its twigs secrete venom, and its spikes are also highly poisonous.
A group of blood gourds hung on a shelf not far away. They swayed there like gourd babies and attracted animals with their aroma.
But if they are really close, these gourds will spit out gourd seeds, shoot them into the bodies of animals, and then rely on the flesh and blood of these animals to nourish the seeds, and by the way, they will sow seeds over a long distance.
There is also a kind of pink dancing grass, the pink and tender leaves will swing with the wind, dancing gracefully, but after eating it, it will dance like mad...
The entire greenhouse looks beautiful, but it is actually full of murderous threats.
"We are going to repot a magic plant today." She pointed to the row of plants on the ground and asked:
"Who knows what this is?"
Before everyone could see the appearance of the plant clearly, Hermione, who walked the encyclopedia in human form, had already raised her white arms high.
"Miss Granger?"
"The leaves are oval, with white or blue flowers, and the fruit is round..." Hermione answered accurately: "This is a Mandrake!"
"Very good, five points for Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said with a smile:
"Everyone can take a closer look, don't confuse the mandrake with the datura flower, the two look alike before blooming, but the positions of the branches are different..."
The little wizards approached one after another, admiring the mandrake at close range, and Sprout continued to explain:
"One of the most notable features of mandrakes is their rhizomes, with curly branches at the end, and the overall shape is humanoid."
Professor Sprout waved his wand, and a blackboard appeared, with a pattern of mandrake roots appearing on it, really looking like a shrunken human being.
Justin raised his hand and said, "Professor, can you show the real object?"
Many students nodded in agreement.
"Of course!" Professor Sprout said happily:
"But before showing it, you must know, who can tell me about the dangers of mandrake roots?
Of course... Miss Granger! "
Professor Sprout raised his hand, motioning for Hermione to answer.
"The cry of the mandrake kills," Hermione blurted out.
"Exactly, add ten points to Gryffindor!" Professor Sprout said loudly:
"In Shakespeare's Othello, the greatest British dramatist, there is such a line..."
The witch coughed and said in a chanting tone:
"What a nasty sound! It's like the scream of a mandrake being pulled out of the earth! Human beings must go mad when they hear it, it's a curse..."
Many students looked at Professor Sprout in surprise.
She has a patched hat on her fluttering hair, and a lot of mud on her clothes. She has a very simple image...but I didn't expect to be a drama lover.
This strong contrast caught everyone off guard.
After talking about the writer's description of the mandrake, Professor Sprout asked again:
"There are still different opinions in the academic circle about the scream of the mandrake. Does anyone know?"
Hermione didn't raise her hand this time, which involved a blind spot in her knowledge.
Neville wanted to raise his hand, but halfway through it, he lowered it, half fearful, half unsure.
Rove glanced at the round-faced boy, stretched out his elbow and raised his arm.
"Mr. Longbottom?"
"There... some herbalists think..." Neville said with a trembling voice, "Mandrakes don't make sounds..."
Professor Sprout looked at Neville with encouraging eyes, and the round-faced boy stammered:
"It's the hallucinogenic toxin of the mandrake... causing the poisoned person to have auditory hallucinations, and then the illusion that 'the mandrake can scream'..."
"Very good, plus ten points for Hufflepuff!" Professor Sprout said with a satisfied smile:
"Mr. Longbottom, have you also read the latest article in the Journal of Magical Plants?"
"I...professor...I just look around..."
"Don't be nervous, kid." Professor Sprout praised: "You speak well."
Many students looked at Neville in shock. Unexpectedly, this unremarkable young man who usually looked clumsy and always followed Scamander's side seemed to have extensive knowledge in herbalism.
"Yes, Neville!" Hannah poked Neville, "You are so powerful."
"Neville is really good." As a good brother, Rove immediately assisted: "Hannah, he got full marks in herbal medicine last semester. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him."
"That's great." Hannah said carelessly.
Neville blushed a little, smiled shyly, and gave Rove a grateful look, who winked at him.
"Since the rhizome of the Mandrake is so dangerous, does anyone know how to safely pull the Mandrake out of the pot?" Professor Sprout continued to ask.
Hermione hurriedly raised her hand and said, "Usually, earmuffs or beeswax are used to block the ears."
"That's right, five points for Gryffindor!" Professor Sprout smiled and said, "Is there any more?"
Hermione shook her head.
Professor Sprout looked around and saw no one answered, and asked, "Mr. Scamander, do you know?"
Rove said softly: "You can remotely order the swallowtail dogs to dig out the Mandrake. They are immune to the scream of the Mandrake, and they can also stop the Mandrake from screaming."
"Very good, five points for Hufflepuff!"
Hermione looked at Rolf pitifully, and sighed softly, two fists are no match for four hands.
Will she still win the Academy Cup once in her lifetime?
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