Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Mr. Weasley's undisguised breath of shock attracted the attention of many people.

Molly tugged on Arthur's clothes, with a look of exhaustion on her face, "Let's go back and talk."

Arthur seemed to want to say something more, and then he heard Molly say with a cry, "Please, Arthur, go back, okay?"

Full of complaints, Mr. Weasley followed his wife home obediently, and then he realized how much trouble his stupid son had caused!

"Oh my god..." Mr. Weasley's eyes were a little straight. "The last time such a big accident seemed to be the Loch Ness Monster. It seemed to be the trouble caused by a super-sized horse-shaped water monster. How did they deal with it in the end? Coming?"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "It seems to be using a fake memory spell, a forgetting spell, oh, by the way, and a soul-stealing curse." As he said, he shuddered, "Yes, that spell is right. It was Mr. Crouch himself who made the photographer think he was using a water pipe and took the photo in his own bathroom."

Mrs. Weasley was still sighing, "Arthur, I suddenly feel that I did something wrong by restricting the children to work at the Ministry of Magic? In fact, Fred and George's talents should be in business..."

"Huh? Have you finally changed your mind?" Mr. Weasley said happily. Then he saw Molly's angry face and immediately changed his mind, "Oh, I mean, I mean, working in the Ministry of Magic is the right way. , doing business or something..."

Molly sighed, "Stop it, Arthur, I know. Stop it."

Mr. Weasley lowered his head and said feebly, "No, this is all my fault. If I could earn more Galleons..."

Molly hugged his head and took a bite, "Don't be discouraged, my dear, you are the strong backing of Fred George and the others!"

The two still don't know that 500 galleons in the pile belong to Robert. After all, the children feel that this is their little secret.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Molly came back from the warm atmosphere, her anger level skyrocketed, "Ronald Weasley, you bastard brat!" She took out the hairpin stuck in the back of her hair - —That was actually her wand. "You're dead!" As she said that, she looked at Arthur with a fierce look on her face, "Don't plead for him!"

Arthur nodded quickly, his son was just the one to blame at this time.

Ron, who was far away in Hogwarts, couldn't help but shudder. This made his hand move a little bigger, and he pulled off a green and fat leaf.

This is really too much force, because generally speaking, the leaves of mandrake roots are difficult to pull out. For them, they are almost the same as human limbs.

"...Mr. Weasley, what are you doing?" Professor Sprout looked at the leaves in his hand in shock, and immediately shouted, "Quick! Everyone! Put on your earmuffs! Leave the greenhouse! immediately!"

As she spoke, she had already put on a pair of pink, thick, fluffy earmuffs.

The inexperienced little wizards were stunned on the spot. Hermione, who was the first to react, immediately put on the gray-blue earmuffs placed aside, followed closely by Neville. Although he was a bit clumsy, he had obviously experienced this. experience of emergencies.

Harry looked at Hermione dumbfounded and wanted to ask something, when he heard an eardrum-piercing scream.

"ah--"

Just hearing it for a moment, Harry felt that his brain was going to explode. He fell to the ground holding his head. In a daze, he felt as if someone had put earmuffs on him to block out the terrible noise.

When Harry woke up from the dizziness, he happened to see Neville putting on earmuffs for Ron, while Hermione squatted on the ground and put on a gray earmuff for Hannah.

Parvati, who was a little dizzy, was holding her head with one hand and supporting the console with the other as she stood up unsteadily. She shook her head and saw Hermione who was putting on earmuffs for others. She pursed her lips and said, Join the rescue team.

Suppressing the vomiting feeling in his heart, Harry also started to help. However, what was interesting was that for some reason, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, who came to the greenhouse to show off his presence, was gorgeously ignored until everyone After they were all put on earmuffs, some students struggled to protect him from the mandrakes.

He didn't know how long he would be unconscious after listening to the mandrakes for so long.

Professor Sprout finally used a devil's net to drag everyone out of the greenhouse. They were in a coma and showed no signs of struggle. Even the devil's net would not be of any interest to them. Fortunately, the professor's strain had already been cultivated. With some tacit understanding, the students were rescued.

Everyone was sent to the school hospital for care. Madam Pomfrey looked at the young wizards from two colleges and a professor lying neatly on the hospital bed. She felt that the veins on her forehead could no longer be suppressed.

"Who can tell me." Madam Pomfrey squinted her eyes, "Why did so many little wizards faint when they were clearly under your care? Moreover, your mandrake is still young, right? If it's not special It’s impossible for them to be so aggressive!”

Professor Sprout was not a Gryffindor, and she was also very angry. A little lion had caused all her students to die in battle, and now she wanted to skin him.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall appeared, "I heard that the students were attacked by magical plants..."

Professor Sprout spread his hands and said angrily, "Yes, Mr. Ron Weasley of your college has made a big move again."

Professor McGonagall frowned, "I don't understand, Pomona, didn't you say that the mandrake has been tamed?"

"Actually, I don't understand either, Ms. McGonagall." Professor Sprout said hard to her, "Why did your student insist on pulling out the grass roots and leaves in front of him before I even started explaining. Oh, by the way, Miss Granger has told him that mandrakes will go crazy if someone pulls out their precious leaves."

Madam Pomfrey: "..."

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Isn't this child mean?

This thought came to both of their minds.

Professor McGonagall looked at the other students who were standing beside the bed and seemed to be fine, and asked doubtfully, "Did Mr. Weasley really do this?"

The little wizards nodded in unison.

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched, as if she didn't know what expression to use to express the "fuck" in her heart.

Harry couldn't help but defend his friend a little, "Well, Professor, I think he may be a little nervous. After all, it may be the first time for him to see a moving plant... um..."