I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

The first class for the fourth year Gryffindor students was Herbology taught by Professor Sprout.

This is also Zhang Chun's first class at Hogwarts.

However, because of some "unhappiness" in the morning, everyone was somewhat alienated from him.

At this time, Zhang Chun was standing alone on the leftmost test bench in the last row of Greenhouse No. [-]. In front of him were Gryffindor students and Hufflepuff students.

Because it was their dean's class, the Hufflepuff students came very early.So many people didn't know what happened in the auditorium that morning.They are very curious about the transfer student at the end of the classroom and always turn around to look at him secretly.

A Hufflepuff poked his Gryffindor friend next to him with his finger, lowered his voice and asked, "Can you tell me about the new classmates in your house..."

And this Gryffindor happened to witness the math competition that took place in the Great Hall that morning.Hearing the Hufflepuff classmate's question, the Gryffindor suppressed his blush and opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything. Finally, he sighed, "Please, I don't know what to say. I I don’t even want to mention him…”

Zhang Chun felt his nose itchy and sneezed sharply. He rubbed his nose and thought to himself, who is talking about me?

Of course, what he didn't know was that later generations were known as the only two people in the history of the wizarding world who dared not call their names directly - one was Lord Voldemort, who people did not dare to say his name, and the other was Zhang Chun, who people did not want to mention his name - just now That Gryffindor revealed his lifelong character for the first time.

Today was supposed to be historic.

But later generations of wizards were unwilling to mention this matter...

"Sorry... we're late."

While they were talking, Harry and the other three barged in rashly.Seeing that there was no teacher in the greenhouse, Harry let out a sigh of relief, "I thought we were late... Oh my god, we ran so fast, I have to take a breath..."

Ron was holding a box. When he came in, he saw Zhang Chun standing on the left side of the last row. He swallowed hard and took half a step back.

Harry was stunned when he saw the situation clearly. The three of them arrived late and had no seats, so they had to sit in a row with Zhang Chun.But Harry and Ron pushed me and I pushed you, and no one wanted to stand next to Zhang Chun...

In the end, Hermione stood bravely beside Zhang Chun.

"Hi, Zhang..." Hermione hesitated, as if trying to overcome the discomfort in her heart, before saying to Zhang Chun, "Do you know why we are late? We met Hagrid, and he asked me to bring this to you. , and he said he wants to see you after class..."

Hermione pointed to the small box at Ron's feet.

"Thank you!" Zhang Chun smiled at Hermione and glanced at the box.

The boxwood box is not big, but based on the way it looked when Ron reported it just now, the box should still have some weight.

The four fell into silence again.

At this time, Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher, entered the classroom and showed the class a new plant she had brought.

This is the first time Zhang Chun has seen this strange and ugly plant.This thing actually doesn't look like a plant, but more like an oversized black, slimy slug.

Each flowerpot given to students had one of these "big slugs" poking out of the soil.These plants are still trembling slightly, and there are many shiny bulges on their bodies. Mucus slowly oozes from the seams of the bulges.

"Babo tubers." Professor Sprout said in a brisk tone, "You need to squeeze it with your hands and put on your dragon skin gloves. I need you to collect his pus-"

"What?" a Gryffindor in the front row asked in a disgusted tone.

"Pus, Mr. Finnigan, collect the pus." Professor Sprout said, "This pus has extremely high medicinal value. Don't waste it. You must collect all the pus into these bottles. Mark my words and wear gloves, undiluted babao ichor will do you harm."

The process of squeezing out the pus was disgusting, but also strangely satisfying.Whenever the bulging thick pus was squeezed out, a smoky smell of gasoline would hit the nose.

There is also an advantage to the herbal medicine class. It is a practical class anyway. Students can help each other and take the opportunity to chat.

Hermione filled her bottle and turned around to see Zhang Chunzheng clumsily trying to grab his pot of Barbo tubers, seemingly to no avail.After thinking about it, Hermione decided to go and help.

"That's it, you have to grab it from the root up, don't use your thumbs..." Hermione said while helping him operate.

Soon, the yellow-green pus was squeezed out of Babo's tuber obediently under her operation.

"Thank you, I have no clue at all..." Zhang Chun was sincere.

"You're welcome, this is your first herbal medicine class... I mean, do you also have herbal medicine classes in the East like this?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, where we are... well, it's very different. Do you know what this baba tuber is called there - dead ambergris. It means that it is as disgusting and disgusting as the saliva left by a dead dragon, but we don't use it. Dragon skin gloves..." Zhang Chun replied.

This is not Zhang Chunshun's nonsense. His passive talent skill [Knowing and Understanding] has already listed the detailed information of Babo tubers and their names in the Eastern herbal medicine system.

"Haha, what a funny name..." Hermione laughed.

After a while, Hermione plucked up the courage to say, "Classmate Zhang, I want to ask you how you did it just now... I mean, how did you do math problems so fast?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"……think."

"I'll teach you later." Zhang Chun smiled very friendly.

Hermione smiled back, showing off her two oversized front teeth.

Although she was speechless about Zhang Chun, Hermione was a particularly studious student. After seeing Zhang Chun's math skills, she immediately wanted to learn from him.

Zhang Chun also took the opportunity to talk sweetly.

There's no harm in coaxing the protagonist trio a little more. A slap in the face and some red dates are the way to go.

After a while, the two became familiar with each other.Furthermore, Hermione called Harry and Ron to pretend to squeeze the pus together.

"Ron, actually you don't have to be discouraged about things in the magic world." After the four people started talking, Zhang Chun took the opportunity to comfort the three of them. "You know, if we go by the records in the East, in fact, the supernatural world on the earth now, that is, the magical wizards and our Eastern practitioners, are currently in a period called the Age of Ending Dharma. With such a general environment, there is no need to Too concerned……"

"The Age of Ending Dharma?" The three of them said in unison, feeling very strange.

"Yes, this is just like the four seasons. There are always days that make people feel not so relaxed. For Muggles, it may be spring now, but for wizards, we are spending winter." Zhang Chun gave them The three explained in detail.

The three people listened like a dream, and they were all very curious about Zhang Chun's special insights, and expressed admiration for the profound knowledge of this visitor from afar.

The four of them gradually became familiar with each other.

"Zhang, I think..."

"Don't always call me by my last name. We are all friends, so don't be so polite. You see, I have already called you by your names." Harry just started, but was stopped by Zhang Chun.

"Oh, okay. But what should I call you... Haru??" Harry was a little confused.

(⊙o⊙)...

Zhang Chun suddenly felt a chill and his face turned red.

My heart says I have such an unlucky name. Fortunately, I don’t have any negative emotion points, or it must be +999...

"Oh... Well, no, it's better to say goodbye... Let's call him Zhang Chun, or Brother Chun, which is a nickname in Eastern languages... Whatever." Zhang Chun murmured.