Hogwarts Card Drawer

　　 "Hi, everyone!" Lockhart greeted the students in line with a smile.

"I just showed Professor Sprout the'Hubin' willow treatment method. But I don't want you to think that I am more knowledgeable in herbal medicine than Professor Sprout. I just happened to encounter it during my travels. Some of these rare plants..."

　　 No students took care of him at all, they all looked down on the papers produced by Cronos. But he didn't seem to care at all, he set his gaze on Chronos. Then he said to Professor Sprout: "Professor Sprout, I want to find Professor Slughorn. Do you mind?"

　　Cronos could see that Professor Sprout was very concerned. But he looked at Cronos and said, "Of course, if Professor Slughorn doesn't recommend it."

　　 Cronos spread his hands and motioned to himself that it didn’t matter. He really wanted to see what Lockhart was trying to find himself. If it was to help him write back letters to those brain-dead fans, Chronos wouldn't mind using his new magic circle as a target.

　　 "Professor Slughorn!" Lockhart moved his face forward, his big white teeth gleaming in the sun.

　　 "What's the matter with you? Professor Lockhart." Cronos stepped back disgustingly. In the previous scene, he thought Lockhart's front teeth were bigger than Hermione's.

　　 "Hey!" Lockhart let out a smirk, and Chronos took a step back in fright.

　　 "Professor Slughorn, you are such a great wizard...oh no. Magister," Lockhart said.

　　Cronos didn't speak up. He still doesn't know what Lockhart is going to do.

　　 "You and I have a great reputation in the wizarding world." Lockhart put a hand on Cronos's left shoulder.

　　 "And we all teach at Hogwarts, the best wizarding school in Europe." He continued.

　　 "So..." He paused.

　　 "So?" Cronos asked after his words.

"So if we are together, we will certainly occupy the front page of the Daily Prophet for a long time. So I hope you can help me with this paper." After finishing speaking, Lockhart took out a copy of Cronos compiled last night Papers.

　　Kronos understood after a glance, and a playful smile appeared on his face. He said to Lockhart, "What? Professor Lockhart also wants to learn Magic Circle with me?"

　　 "Of course." Lockhart said bluntly. "Who doesn't want to learn such wonderful and magical things in the magic circle? Uh...I mean...I am very talented in magic."

　　 "But your paper is really like magic..." As he said, Lockhart pointed his finger at the geometric problem on the paper. The meaning is obvious, just let Cronos tell him the answer.

　　 "Sorry, Professor Lockhart." Cronos shook his head and refused. "Every topic on the paper was written carefully by me. If you can't even do this kind of topic. Then I advise you to give up! You don't have that talent."

　　 After talking about Cronos, he walked into the third greenhouse without looking back, and left Lockhart to stand alone in embarrassment.

　　 Professor Sprout is standing behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse in the greenhouse.

　　 "Sorry Professor Sprout, I was delayed for some time. I hope I haven't missed too many classes." Cronos walked into the greenhouse and said apologetically.

"Oh, of course not. You came here just right, Cronos. I just finished my theory and I'm about to put it into practice. There are also earmuffs we left for you." Professor Sprout pointed out Refers to the pink earmuffs on the bench.

　　Kronos showed a weird look after seeing the color of the earmuffs.

　　 "That Lockhart guy, what are you doing?" Draco asked impatiently as soon as Cronos stood beside him.

　　 "He wants to learn the magic circle from me. But he can't answer the answer on the paper. So he wants to take a shortcut from me." Cronos didn't save Lockhart any face.

　　 "He's really shameless." Draco's angry face flushed on the side, and his eyes showed contempt.

　　 "You know, he is a liar. Just like your father said." Cronos said.

　　 "Hmm! Draco nodded empathetically."

　　 "Uh, Chronos." Daphne on the side suddenly said.

　　 "Huh? What's the matter?" Cronos asked without looking up. He was focusing on the unsightly flowerpot in front of him. He knew that the mandela was in it, and this guy was a good thing.

　　 "The topic on your paper is really weird. I have never seen such a topic. It has nothing to do with magic at all." Daphne finished speaking, Draco and others nodded frantically.

"Oh? Really. I know." Cronos still replied, he has already brought pink earmuffs~www.NovelMTL.com~ he can't wait to be the legendary Mandela has come to change pots.

　　 Professor Sprout in the middle of the greenhouse took out a big pot under the table, stuffed the mandela grass in it, and buried his head with black, damp soil and fertilizer, leaving only small clusters of leaves. Professor Sprout patted the dirt on his hands, made a thumb-up gesture, and then took off his earplugs.

　　 "Since our Mandelaan is a seedling, their cry will not be fatal," she said calmly, as if she just watered the begonias just now. "However, they will make you feel unconscious within a few hours. I think you don’t want to finish the class on the first day of school? Okay, now put on your earplugs and start working. When you have to pack your things after class, I will remind you."

　　 "Every four people take a plate-there are a lot of flower discs-soil and fertilizer in these bags-watch out for this takara plant, it will bite."

　　 As she said, she took a picture of the crimson barbed plant and let it retract into the long tentacles that slowly climbed onto her shoulders.

　　 Originally, Chronos, Draco and Crabgagol would make up enough for four people. But Daphne's sudden joining kicked Gore directly. Crabbe also took the initiative to go to other groups with him for his good brother. At the end of the Kronos group was another Slytherin girl.

　　 "Hi! Hello, Professor Slughorn." The new girl was a little shy, and Cronos smiled back at her. It made Daphne look at the girl frequently, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to get started.

　　 The time for a class is always fast, when Professor Sprout said that the get out of class is over. Chronos was sweating profusely like other classmates, his back was sore, and his body was muddy.