"Today is a good day." Michael's finger gently slid over the timetable. "Herbs class, with the Slytherin students. Malfoy will be very happy. "
Ever since Allen saved Malfoy in the lobby and taught Moody a lesson, the Slytherin Wizards were especially respectful to him. Using a greater power to punish Moody, save Malfoy, and then avoid punishment by force. Was this the way of a pureblood?
Malfoy's eyes almost glowed when he saw Allen, which often made Pency jealous.
After breakfast, Allen walked through the wet vegetable field and arrived at Greenhouse No. 3. Malfoy was already waiting at the door.
When Pency saw Allen, the corners of her mouth stiffened. Obviously, Malfoy had warned her.
It was not until they entered the greenhouse that Malfoy stopped staring at Allen and looked at Professor Sprout. Professor Sprout showed the class a kind of plant. The plant was extremely ugly. In fact, it did not look like a plant. It looked more like a black, sticky slug that came straight out of the soil. And each of them was slightly wriggling. There were many shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.
"Balbo Tuber." Professor Sprout cheerfully told everyone, "You have to squeeze it with your hands. You have to collect its pus —"
"What?" Malfoy asked in a disgusted tone.
"Pus, Malfoy, pus," Professor Sprout said. "It's very valuable. Don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect the pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon gloves. Undiluted pus from Balbo Tubers will cause unusual damage to the skin. "
The process of squeezing the tubers was disgusting, but also strangely satisfying. Every time a bulge was squeezed, a large amount of sticky yellow-green liquid spurted out and gave off a pungent smell of gasoline. They followed Professor Sprout's instructions and collected the liquid in bottles. By the end of the class, they had collected several bottles.
A deep and resounding bell rang through the damp field and came from the castle. Class was over, and the students dispersed.
"Defensive Black Magic. I wonder what Professor Moody is going to talk about. He won't ask us to cast the Unforgivable Curse, will he?" Michael's words made Allen narrow his eyes. If he remembered correctly, Hermione's first lesson this morning was …
Thinking of this, Allen quickened his pace. He couldn't imagine Hermione's pained expression.
Allen's footsteps were extremely fast. When he arrived at the Defense Against Black Magic classroom, he saw Harry and Ron walking out of the classroom with furrowed brows.
Allen grabbed Harry. "Where's Hermione?"
Ron snorted and walked past Allen.
Harry glanced at Allen awkwardly and followed closely.
Allen frowned and walked into the classroom.
At a glance, he saw Hermione leaning over the table in the classroom.
Allen hurried over and stroked Hermione's back. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"Allen?" Hermione asked in surprise as she took out a book from the drawer and hugged it to her chest.
"What did you learn in the last lesson?" Allen was relieved.
Hermione's complexion was very good. There was no trace of pain.
"Professor Moody talked about some of the principles of casting the Unforgivable Curse, but when I asked him about the abnormality of the spider you mentioned, he didn't answer," Hermione said nonchalantly.
It seemed like his warning had been effective. Others might not know, but Allen knew very well that Moody had originally intended to cast the Soul-Seizing Curse on this group of students. Now that many of the plots had been changed, who knew if it would leave a hidden danger on any of the students?
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he was worried about accidents, Allen believed that the most responsible teacher of the Defense Against Black Magic class would be Little Crouch. After all, the curse that threatened the little wizards the most was the Unforgivable Curse. However, he could specially explain these relatively common but threatening spells that were circulating among the elites of the magic world today during the collective training.
All the fourth-year students noticed that the homework they had to do this semester had increased significantly.
"You are entering an important period of magic education!" Professor Mag told them, his eyes glinting majestically behind his square lenses. "Your O.W.L. exam is coming soon —"
"We won't be taking the O.W.L. exam until the fifth-year!" Michael said angrily.
"That may be the case, Michael, but please believe me, you need to be fully prepared! In this class, only a few people can turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. Well, maybe you need to add a small paper on the principle of transformation. "
The smart Ravenclaw students wisely did not refute. Why should they complain and waste time on something that could not be changed?
On the other hand, Professor Binns, the ghost who taught them the history of magic, assigned them to write a paper on the eighteenth-century fairy rebellion this week.
Professor Snape forced them to research the antidote. They did not dare to take it lightly, because Professor Snape hinted that he would poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked.
Professor Fleevy asked them to read three more books to prepare for the Summoning Curse.
This kind of life made the little adepts as busy as a spinning top with a spring wound.
It was not until the news that the other two schools in the Trifecta were about to arrive that they were released from their seemingly endless study life.
On Friday afternoon, everyone was called to the hall and lined up to welcome the arrival of Boothbottom and Demstrand.
They waited for a long time, and the little wizards became restless. They were so excited that they could not keep quiet for a long time, wondering how the other two schools would arrive.
Suddenly, the little wizards became noisy. They could not help but point to a huge object in the sky in the distance and talk about it.
It was not until the huge object passed over the treetops of the forbidden forest and was illuminated by the light from the castle window that they saw a huge powder blue carriage flying towards them.
It was as big as a house and was pulled into the air by twelve winged horses. They were all silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant.
When the carriage stopped in front of everyone's surprised eyes, a boy in a light blue robe jumped down from the carriage. He bent down and groped for something on the floor of the carriage. Then, he opened a golden spiral staircase.
He respectfully jumped back, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage. The shoe was as big as a child's sleigh, and then a woman appeared. She was so big that he had never seen her in his life.
It was obvious why the carriage and the silver-maned horses were so big.
Allen noticed that about twelve or thirteen boys and girls had alighted from the carriage and were standing behind Miss Maxim. They looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were all trembling slightly.
This was not surprising, because their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and no one was wearing a cloak. A few of the students had wrapped their heads with scarves or headscarves.
Suddenly, one of them rushed out and hugged Allen enthusiastically. To the surprise of the Hogwarts, Allen did not push her away.
"Is this Allen's fan?"
"Girlfriend?"
Amidst the various opinions, the witch who had taken the initiative to hug Alan removed her headscarf, revealing a dazzling face — it was Hibiscus.
"Hello, Allen. How is Albert these days?" Hibiscus Chinensis asked about Albert.
"This weekend, if Albert doesn't work overtime, I will send him to Hogsmeade." Allen winked. Hibiscus Chinensis's face bloomed into a dazzling smile.
"Did you hear that?" Edward suddenly asked.
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