Soaring at Hogwarts

"If you dare, you will kill" means that if you show off your bravery, you will die quickly. This is not a compliment to Gryffindor.

The notebook directly refreshed the entire "Tao Te Ching" this time. Ian slept on the train for too long and now couldn't sleep at all, so he simply spent half the night copying it down.

I meditated on the bed for another half of the night, until the morning light faded, and then I quietly left the dormitory.

It was quiet in the castle, and the characters in the portraits were still sleeping.

Ian didn't know where Gryffindor Tower was, so he had to wander around first.

On the way, he accidentally walked outside the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor and found that it was locked. Only then did Ian realize what the place was.

After quietly avoiding Peeves who was scribbling on the blackboard in the Defense Against the Dark Arts department, Ian found the portrait of the Fat Lady on the eighth floor with great difficulty.

The sun had already risen in the sky, and the fat lady asked sleepily: "Password?"

"Um..." Maybe I should say, I'm just here to wait for someone?

When he didn't know what to do, a word suddenly popped into Ian's mind.

"Dragon scum?"

The Fat Lady moved forward unsteadily, revealing a circular hole in the back.

Ian got in and vaguely heard her say again: "...I will go on a night trip on the first day...Gryffindor..."

She couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the fat lady had misunderstood something.

The Gryffindor common room is also a circular room filled with squishy armchairs.

In addition to a bulletin board with school notices, various advertisements and posters on the wall, there is also a large fireplace and a window that can see the Hogwarts grounds.

Ian stood by the window and could hear the whistling wind blowing by his ears.

After standing for a while, Ian tried to open two doors. In one of them, the stairs at the back turned into a long, smooth stone slide as soon as Ian stepped on it.

After confirming the position, Ian found a chair with a suitable angle and sat down, looking at the door, waiting for Samantha to appear.

He didn't have to wait long, and Samantha was one of the first people to come down.

She saw Ian at a glance and was very surprised.

"Why are you here?" She walked over quickly, "What are you doing here?"

"Come to see you." Ian smiled. It seemed that Samantha was in good condition. "I thought you would be sad for a while that I am not in Gryffindor."

Samantha looked disgusted: "You are thinking too much."

"Come on, let's go have breakfast." Ian stood up, patted his butt and left.

It wasn't until she crawled out of the Fat Lady's portrait that Samantha belatedly asked, "How did you get in? Wasn't there a password?"

Ian shrugged: "I know the password somehow."

"Well," said Samantha receptively, "this is magic."

She asked instead: "What classes do you have this morning?"

"Professor Snape's Potions class," Ian replied, "With Ravenclaw."

"Hufflepuff only takes Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology and History of Magic with us," Samantha knew this very well. "You have to cheer up for Potions class. Professor Snape is not a good person." Tempered.”

In the auditorium, the two of them were sitting together, and Agatha flew over to ask for food very smartly.

"Just in time." Samantha took out a letter from her arms, "It's not very far to Cumbria."

"For parents?"

"uh-huh."

"It makes sense," Ian mused, "it's better to write a letter, otherwise they will still be worried."

"Aha, yeah," Samantha replied dryly.

She wouldn't say that she was in a bad mood and that she wanted to disturb them both.

…………Water is yin, fire is yang, yang is qi, and yin is taste.Taste returns to form, form returns to qi, qi returns to essence, essence returns to transformation, essence feeds qi, form feeds taste, transformation generates essence, and qi generates form.Taste harms the body, qi harms the essence, essence turns into qi, qi harms the taste...

Hufflepuff is not Gryffindor, and Ian is not Harry. Although Snape put on a bad face in Potions class, he did not deliberately make things difficult for them.

Snape is a man with a story, and his inner tangle is obviously not something that Ian can resolve.Ian can only do his own thing and be a low-key little badger.

Although Snape's statement "I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death" is very tempting, he himself died, and his master Voldemort also failed to prevent death, which is obviously unreliable.

Ian has seen too much. Throughout the ages, Taoist scriptures have said that there are at least a hundred and eighty methods that can lead to immortality and immortality.

Not many are really operable.

There is herbal medicine class in the afternoon, which is much more interesting.

Dean Sprout took her to the greenhouse behind the castle for herbal medicine classes to learn how to cultivate different exotic plants and fungi and understand their uses.

The first day is mainly about getting to know these plants and fungi.

Ian raised his hand in interest.

"Mr. Heseltine, please speak." Sprout was a kind witch. She nodded to Ian, "Is there any problem?"

"Professor, I heard that goblins eat fungi as their main food. Is it true?"

"Yes," Professor Sprout answered. "Their diet included raw meat, roots and various fungi."

"Hey..." The little wizards felt disgusted that they were eating raw meat.

Ian was surprised to find a familiar figure among the red umbrellas and white poles - Ganoderma lucidum.

"I didn't expect it to be found here." He picked up a Ganoderma lucidum specimen and looked at it carefully. It was Ganoderma lucidum.

Ganoderma lucidum: relieves stagnation in the chest and stomach, replenishes Qi, and makes people clear-headed.

"What you are holding is a rare species of fungi that is very popular among fairies."

Very welcome here, too, Ian thought silently.

The notebook moved according to my heart, and an article "How to Plant Zhicao" came out.

Ian was overjoyed.

When it came to History of Magic, Ian took a break and looked through the book "How to Grow Zhicao".

Here we introduce four different types of Ganoderma: Ganoderma is born on cinnabar, on gold, on Zeng Qing, and on realgar.

If you are not a person with "the most virtuous spirit", you will not be able to see this kind of Ganoderma even if you encounter it, and you will not be able to eat it if you see it.But once taken, it "can make people become immortals."

It is very effective but very troublesome to grow.The materials used, the location chosen, the time spent... Ian was overwhelmed by what he saw.

Ian was going to give it a try. It would be great if he could sell it to those goblins to get some blood back. If it didn't work, he wouldn't be the one suffering from heavy metal poisoning.

"Speaking of which," Ian subconsciously said to the notebook, "you gave me the "How to Grow Zhicao" in the Herbology class, but why didn't you give me a medicine book or something in the Potions class?"

The notebook was turned over silently, and the four characters "Compendium of Materia Medica" vaguely appeared on it.

"No, no," Ian refused hastily, "Forget it, "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" is enough for me to read."