This Hogwarts is not normal

The ashamed Harry and Ron didn't know when the laughter disappeared, nor did they know when McGonagall sent out the timetable.

Shame, shame.

In a sense, this "living crime" is much more terrifying than the "capital crime".

In Vincent's words, they were dead at school, socially dead.

"Great!" James kissed the timetable, "The first period is herbal medicine with Hufflepuff!"

Vincent took a quick look.

The second period is Transfiguration, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon and Astronomy in the evening.

The day with the fewest classes was Thursday, with Transfiguration in the morning and Potions in the afternoon.

It is estimated that there will be fewer elective courses next year for the leisurely days like the first grade.

After breakfast, the lion cubs all walked out of the castle.

The large greenhouse after passing through the vegetable field is the classroom of the herbal medicine class.

Sprout's arms were heavily bandaged and his clothes were covered in mud.

Lockhart, striding down the lawn with her, was different.

His clothes were spotless, and not a single strand of his golden hair was disheveled.

Vincent looked at the Whomping Willow in the distance.

Most of its branches were hung in bandages, clearly under her care.

Among the social death duo, only Harry hung his head in shame.

Ron looked a bit self-defeating, as if the whole world owed him Galleons.

"How are you—" Lockhart approached the students with a smile on his face, "I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the Whomping Willow.

I don't want you to think I'm better at herbalism than she is, I just happened to see a few of these strange plants in my travels—"

"Go to the third greenhouse today!" Sprout was uncharacteristically sullen.

Just as Vincent was about to turn around, he suddenly saw Lockhart grabbing his big hand.

When he dodged to the side, the other party almost fell over.

"Sorry Professor, this is my subconscious physical reaction."

Lockhart suddenly realized and leaned over, "It turns out that this is the case, you are worthy of being the most outstanding student at Hogwarts in recent years..."

The corners of Sprout's raised mouth drooped.

"Professor Lockhart, we have class."

"Ah - look at me -" Lockhart turned to look at her, "Can I have a word with Vincent?"

"He's already gone in." Sprout pursed a faint smile, "Do you have anything important?"

Looking at the backs of those standing in the first row, Lockhart shook his head regretfully, and set his sights on Harry with his little head hanging down.

"Then can I have a chat with Harry? It won't take too long."

Sprout was about to refuse sharply, but he put his arms around Harry, "Great, I knew you wouldn't mind."

Before she could react, the door of the greenhouse was slammed shut.

Vincent looked back.

You can't hide the look in your eyes that hates someone.

He was sure that Lockhart had offended Sprout.

Merlin's big pants!

With such a good temper, what did the professor do that made her so angry?

The Whomping Willow should have been taken care of by her all along, Lockhart's so-called cure...

If he dared to come to Snape's office...

The picture of the furious old bat with Avada in his left hand and a big melon in his right hand came out.

Sprout found two dozen pairs of earmuffs in different colors in the closet.

She put them on an ottoman in the middle and stood back and waited patiently.

Five minutes later, Harry opened the door and walked in quietly.

"We're repotting the Mandrake today—can anyone tell me what the Mandrake has to offer?"

It was Hermione who raised her hand first, but Sprout nodded towards Vincent, who was a step behind.

"Mandrake has super restorative properties. It can not only restore people who have been enchanted or transfigured, but the leaves are also indispensable for learning Animagus."

"Mr. Wayne, I'm going to add 15 points to you."

Sprout asked the next question, "The mandrake is an important part of most antidotes, but it's also dangerous - can anyone tell me why?"

Hermione raised her little hand up.

Unfortunately, she still nodded towards Vincent.

"Because hearing the cry of a mandrake is serious enough to kill someone."

"Correct answer! Add another 15 points!"

She is not partial.

But Lockhart had really pissed her off.

Vincent, who didn't pay attention to this guy at all, was like her own existence in her eyes.

Don't say anything, let's reward 30 points first.

"Look, everyone, our mandrakes here are still very young." Sprout pointed to a row of green and purple seedlings in the greenhouse.

"Each person takes a pair of earmuffs and must wear them tightly."

While the students were scrambling for the remaining two, Vincent who came last picked up the pink one.

"When it's safe to remove the earmuffs, I'll give them two thumbs up."

After he put on the earmuffs, the extremely conspicuous pink color began to deepen a little bit.

Sprout was slightly surprised, then nodded as he deserved.

She put on another khaki pair, rolled up her sleeves and firmly grasped the blades of grass on a small pot.

The moment the mandrake was pulled out, almost all the students screamed in fright.

Because what it pulls out is not a grass root, but a very ugly baby.

The leaves are on its head, and the skin is a speckled light green.

The little guy's mouth was open and closed, apparently shouting at the top of his lungs.

Sprout's movements were very gentle, and the new large basin was replaced in less than half a minute.

She gave two thumbs up, "Our mandrakes are just seedlings, and hearing their cries won't kill you.

But they'll knock you out for hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss your first day of school. "

Her tone was very calm: "So everyone must wear earmuffs. When it's time to pack up, I will try to get your attention."

"A pot for four—" She slapped a spiky crimson plant, "Watch out for the poisonous tentacles, it's teething."

The tentacles that had quietly reached her shoulders were withdrawn, and they hung down like a child who had done something wrong.

Vincent was in a group with three roommates.

Neville was in charge of pulling out, James was in charge of repotting, and Alfred was in charge of composting dragon dung.

It was Vincent who was in charge of filling in the end.

With just a few complicated gestures, all the strong compost is automatically collected.

Their group was very fast, and less than half of the hundreds of mandrakes in the entire row were replaced by them.

Sprout made no secret of the admiration on his face.

She knew that Vincent was very good last year, but she didn't expect to start practicing basic wandless spellcasting after a summer vacation.

When Harry and the others finished the last pot, she stretched out her hands on a whim and patted the students' earmuffs.

Every time you tap, an earmuff will automatically fly back.

"Before the get out of class ends, I have to add 20 points to the most efficient group."

The students who were in a daze were even more dazed.

They didn't know that Vincent had just cast spells without a staff, let alone that it was a very advanced technique.

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