During lunch, Allen realized that everyone in the auditorium was talking about Gidro Hartley's story. Many people had witnessed Professor Hartley's unlucky experience when he was chased into his office by a few Cornish pixies.
The pixies, who had lost their target, were wreaking havoc in the corridors of the Hogwarts. The naughty ghosts were jumping up and down excitedly, spinning and dancing. They even helped the pixies overturn the guards' armor, threw away many portraits, and broke a few chandeliers. Filch chased after them with a broom, but they actually snatched the broom away. They pulled Filch by his ears, picked him up, and threw him onto the lawn outside.
The little wizards who wanted to help him out were all gloating when they saw their detestable Filch being teased. None of them did anything. Luckily, Professor Mag happened to pass by, and caught the pixies who were wreaking havoc. He returned them to Professor Hartley.
This lunch was really delicious! Allen ate the apple pie in big bites, and drank a mouthful of mushroom soup from time to time. His sensitive ears caught the gossip around him. Allen felt calm and comfortable when he heard about Gidro's unlucky experience.
"He just wanted to give us a chance to practice." Hermione's voice came over. Allen frowned subconsciously.
"Practice?" Harry's voice was filled with suspicion. "Hermione, you think too highly of him! But after seeing the heart-shaped Defense Against Black Magic class timetable, I can understand your reasoning! But I think he probably doesn't know how to subdue those pixies! "
"Nonsense," Hermione said. "You have all read his books. Think about all the shocking things he did …"
"He only said he did it," Ron mumbled.
Hearing that, Allen felt that if Daisy knew about what happened today, her reaction would be even worse than Hermione's. In Allen's eyes, Daisy's obsession with Gidro was much stronger than Hermione's. If Gidro still dared to have anything to do with Daisy, he would definitely expose this liar's true colors!
In the afternoon, Slytherin and Herbalism classes were held together. What was unusual was that Professor Sprout brought them to the third greenhouse. They had only entered the first greenhouse — the plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting and dangerous.
Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door. The smell of damp soil and fertilizer wafted over, mixed with the rich fragrance of flowers. The flowers were as big as umbrellas and hung from the ceiling. Some green snake-like plants were climbing on the shelves on both sides of the wall. Malfoy observed with great interest and then couldn't help but reach out to touch it.
"Stop it, Dracula! That's a Demonic Snake Vine. If you touch it, it will pierce your skin and bind you tightly until the last drop of your blood is sucked dry! "A spell flashed by and Malfoy's hand that was about to touch the Demonic Snake Vine.
Professor Sprout stared at Malfoy, which was very rare because the professor was usually gentle and cheerful, which always made the young wizards feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze.
"It seems that the professor is not in a good mood today!" The young wizards who were looking around curiously became cautious.
Professor Sprout stood behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse. On the bench, there were twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors.
Allen and Edward sat together, and next to him was Malfoy, who was still in shock.
"We are going to repot Mandrake today. Now, who can tell me the characteristics of Mandrake? "Professor Sprout asked. The young wizards all looked at Allen. Allen did as they wished and raised his hand.
"Only Allen? Does Harris know? "It seemed that Professor Sprout had no intention of asking Allen. A few of the young sorcerers raised their hands.
"Mandrake, also known as Mandrake Root, is a powerful recovery agent," a girl from Ravenclaw answered.
"It can be used to restore people who have been transformed or cursed to their original state," a boy from Slytherin answered.
"It's very dangerous. Hearing the cries of the Mandrake Grass can kill people," another Slytherin boy added, not to be outdone.
"Five points for Ravenclaw, ten points for Slytherin. It seems that you've all prepared your textbooks carefully. That's great! "Professor Sprout smiled happily.
The young wizards from Ravenclaw could not help but look at Allen. How could they let Slytherin surpass them? For these young eagles, they had tasted the intoxicating taste of victory and did not want to give up again!
"Professor, can I add on?" Allen received the signal from his classmates and immediately raised his hand to ask.
"Oh, of course!" Professor Sprout nodded.
"Mandrake is a plant from the south of Europe. It has yellow-green flowers and forked roots. This plant was once thought to have magical powers because its roots are shaped like a human body. "
Hearing this, the young wizards looked down at the Mandrake, but they did not find the shape of a human. Malfoy's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.
"Allen is talking about its roots!" Edward said unhappily when he saw Malfoy's expression.
Allen was not affected at all and continued, "The roots of Mandrake are shaped like a human. This external characteristic implies that it has medicinal properties. In fact, Mandrake does contain a large amount of poisonous hallucinogenic ingredients, which is why it has become the main ingredient for wizards to make potions. The traditional theory of symbolism is that the external characteristics of a plant imply its medicinal properties and applications. Mandrake is regarded as a panacea because of its magical "perfect" characteristics. In fact, this plant contains a large amount of poisonous hallucinogens. Therefore, it has become an important ingredient in the ointment made by wizards and has gradually become a symbol of many kinds of witchcraft. "
"Well said, I can't compare to Allen? Student Harris's explanation was even more complete! Ravenclaw, ten points! "Professor Sprout was very satisfied.
Next, they put on earmuffs under Professor Sprout's orders and changed the pot for the Mandrake.
The Mandrake did not want to be pulled out of the soil, but it also did not seem to want to go back. They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their sharp little fists, and gritted their teeth.
The young wizards had to put in all their energy and expend a lot of effort to successfully change the pot for the Mandrake.
By the end of the class, the young wizards were sweating profusely, their backs were aching, and their bodies were covered in mud. Allan was the only exception. His precise eyesight, stable control, and just right strength made his every pot change seem easy and free, and even had a rhythm to it!
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