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With Cedric's experience as a comparison, Professor Quirrell's class didn't seem so bad.
By the time they had their herbal medicine class in the afternoon, the magical Greenhouse No. 3 made them forget all about the matter.
This is simply a paradise for magical plants.
Mandrake, poisonous tentacles, knotty vines... these plants that you had only heard of their names before can all be found here.
"We're going to repot the mandrake today."
Professor Sprout pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates nearby and asked, "Now, who can tell me the properties of mandrake?"
Qiu, who was in the same class with them, was the first to raise his hand.
"Mandra is a powerful restorative agent." Qiu said without hesitation: "It is used to restore people who have been transformed or cursed to their original state."
"Very good, ten points to Ravenclaw." Professor Sprout said, "Mandra is an important component of most antidotes, but it is also very dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"
"Hearing the cry of the mandrake can kill people." A boy standing in the middle blurted out.
"Absolutely, ten points for Ravenclaw," said Professor Sprout.
At the same time, she glanced at Kyle with some regret.
This kid is just too honest. It’s not enough to just raise your hand in class. It’s better to speak out directly... just like the Ravenclaw boy just now.
It’s a pity to miss this rare opportunity to get extra points.
Just as he was thinking about it, Professor Sprout suddenly realized that Kyle did not put down his hand.
"Oh, Kyle, do you have anything to add?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Yes, Professor."
Kyle said, "Besides its crying, dried mandrake leaves are also very dangerous to Animagus."
"Yes, you are right."
Professor Sprout nodded, but quickly shook his head.
"But it's not as dangerous as you think."
She said: "In fact, the effect of dried mandrake leaves on Animagus is very weak, and only long-term consumption in animal form will cause irreversible consequences.
The so-called long term...it will take at least three years. If the wizard can transform back into human form during this period, those negative influences can be eliminated instantly.
There aren't many Animagus in the wizarding world, and the Ministry of Magic has only seven of them on its register. As far as I know, none of them like to turn themselves into animals for a long time, let alone eat Mandrake leaves.
Therefore, while Mandrake blades do have an effect on Animagus, the chances of this happening are actually very small.
Apart from the greedy Barnas a hundred years ago, there is no other record of such a case in the wizarding world."
"Is that so?" Kyle nodded thoughtfully and said, "I'm overthinking."
"No, I should say you read a lot of books."
Professor Sprout smiled and said, "I remember that this was only mentioned in a very obscure herbal book. What was it called?"
"A Collection of Medieval Herbs," Kyle said, "I saw this at Mr. Scamander's."
"Yes, that is the book."
Professor Sprout smiled and said, "Everyone only knows that Mr. Scamander is a great magizoologist, but few people know that he is also a master of herbology."
"Ten points for Hufflepuff."
Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said to everyone, "This is an extracurricular knowledge point. You just need to know it. You don't need to remember it deliberately."
Then she pointed to the row of deep-bottomed plates again and began to talk about the precautions for repotting the mandrake.
"Four people on a plate. Remember, you must wear earmuffs."
Professor Sprout warned: "Although the mandrakes here are still very young, their cries are not fatal, but they can make you unconscious for a few hours.
I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so make sure you wear your earmuffs while you work, and I'll try to get your attention when it's time to clean up."
With earmuffs, it is not difficult to repot a mandrake, just be careful not to put certain parts of your body into its mouth.
Although the mandrake has no teeth in its mouth, it has a layer of hard keratin, and it hurts when bitten.
Kyle grabbed a clump of grass and expertly pulled out the mandrake.
The little guy immediately started screaming at the top of his lungs, twisting his light green body as he screamed.
The noise it made was much louder than that of the others, and it seemed to be very resistant to Kyle.
"I just plucked a few leaves from you. It's not that serious. You're so stingy!"
Kyle muttered to himself, and took out a large flowerpot from under the table and stuffed the mandrake into it.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 151 There can't be a troll at Hogwarts.
On Saturday, Kyle arrived at the auditorium early.
He did not go on a night tour yesterday. He went straight to bed after dinner and did not get up until dawn. His mental state recovered very well.
Breakfast was sausage and corn chowder and a big plate of baked potatoes.
Kyle was halfway through his meal when the others came over.
"It seems like you had a good rest last night." Cedric sat opposite him and asked, "No more strange dreams?"
Kyle smiled and said, "No, I slept until dawn."
"That's good."
Cedric picked up a baked potato and began to peel it. "By the way, I told Professor Clelawney about your situation yesterday. Do you want to know her opinion?"
Kyle didn't even think about it and immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it. I heard that her predictions never have good results."
"Um...you're right." Cedric nodded.
According to Professor Crillone, Kyle would have dreams for seven days in a row, and then he would have to be admitted to the school hospital due to a mental breakdown. After being discharged from the hospital, he would encounter a troll and be beaten back again.
All in all, it's pretty unlucky.
But now it seems that Professor Crillone was wrong in her first sentence, and what followed was even more nonsense.
What about encountering a troll in the castle...that's simply impossible!
If a troll really got into Hogwarts, he would eat the whole plate of baked potatoes in front of everyone.
Cedric rubbed his forehead in annoyance.
Sure enough, as others have said, Professor Clawney is a liar at all. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have listened to the Weasley brothers and took some divination courses.
Isn’t digital fortune telling cool?
But it’s too late to say anything now. Even if he wants to change courses, he can only wait until next semester.
Cedric sighed.
At this time, Fred and George also came.
But their condition was not very good, both of them looked like they had not woken up yet.
Although they had suffered from lack of sleep before due to long-term night tours, today was different.
Professor McGonagall rejected their request to change classes and only agreed to add an additional Ancient Magical Runes class.
The three elective courses make their days very fulfilling.
Yesterday they stayed up until the early hours of the morning to do their ancient magic homework.
"Merlin, you guys actually do your homework in advance?!"
Cedric was so surprised that his hands trembled and the potatoes he had just peeled fell to the ground and rolled under the table.
"You guys are not fake, are you? Who drank the Polyjuice Potion?" Kyle also looked at Fred and George suspiciously and asked, "What do you think of Percy?"
George frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "Hey, of course we are real."
"Percy is a big idiot who only knows how to tell tales, by the way," said Fred.
"Uh...it's true."
Kyle was even more confused now, and asked in confusion: "Then why did you do your homework in advance?"
"For the ideal!"
Fred said with a serious expression, "You are right. Ancient magic runes are indeed very helpful in studying magic items. We have already come up with two great ideas during class."
"It's just... too difficult." George said with a bitter face, "The characters have many variations, and different combinations represent different meanings. No wonder Percy has been looking at them all summer."
Cedric agreed with this because he also chose Ancient Runes. Fred and George were not kidding at all, it was really difficult.
"Forget it, let's talk about something else."
Fred yawned and said, "Kyle, you've decided to join the Quidditch team, right?"
"Yes."
Kyle said: "I have already told Harris a few days ago that he will directly take the final test next week.
How about you, have you decided on the new captain and seeker?"
"The captain is Oliver Wood, he is the most suitable."
"But the Seeker hasn't yet."
Kyle noticed that Fred and George's faces looked even uglier.
Finding a good Seeker is as difficult as learning ancient runes.
Many people signed up, but not a single one was qualified, and many people couldn't even see the thief right under their noses.
If they were allowed to play, Gryffindor would have to compete with Ravenclaw for the third place.
In the past few days, Wood has lost a lot of hair, and his hairline tends to move upwards at a young age.
Fred and George, worried, finished their breakfast in a few bites, then dragged their tired bodies towards the Quidditch field.
They will continue to interview the seekers today. They don't expect them to be comparable to Cedric, as long as they meet the requirements in all aspects.
And Professor McGonagall will also be there, and she is also very concerned about this matter.