Retirement from Hogwarts

"Everyone come up and get a pair of earmuffs." Professor Sprout said, pointing to the Hogwarts standard anti-cheating communication earmuffs on the long table in front of him.

"Students who already have communication earmuffs should not come here to compete with others who don't have them." She glanced at Neville who was holding a pair of earmuffs and felt a little uneasy and was about to get another pair.

“When I ask you to put on earmuffs, be sure to cover your ears tightly,” Professor Sprout said. “When it is safe to take off the earmuffs, I will use the communication device inside the earmuffs to notify you. OK – put on the earmuffs.”

Harry and Neville quickly complied, and suddenly the sounds outside were no longer heard.Professor Sprout himself put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped a blade of grass, and pulled it up with all his strength.

"Sigh~"

A neat gasp that seemed to have been rehearsed resounded throughout the classroom.

It was not the roots that were pulled out of the soil, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on his head.His skin was light green, spotted with spots.The little guy was clearly yelling at the top of his lungs.

Professor Sprout took out a large flower pot from under the table and stuffed the mandrake doll into it, burying it in moist dark compost until only the clumps of leaves were exposed.She patted the mud on her hands, used the communication device inside the earmuffs to tell them to take off their earmuffs, and then took off her own earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are still just seedlings, and hearing their cries will not be fatal." She said calmly into the communicator of the earmuff, as if she had just watered the begonias. "But, they can knock you out for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so make sure you wear earmuffs while you work. When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention of."

"A plate for five - lots of pots here - the compost is in the bag over there - watch out for the poisonous tentacle, it's teething." She gave a sharp slap on a spiky crimson plant. , causing it to retract the tentacles that quietly reached towards her shoulders.Harry, Neville, Jack, Hermione and a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy stood over a plate.

"My name is Justin Finch-Fletchley," he said cheerfully, shaking Harry's hand. "Of course I know you, the famous Harry Potter. You are Hermione Granger - always number one. .." (Hermione's hand was also shaken, and she smiled sweetly) "You are Neville, the best assistant." (Neville scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing Justin's compliment. ) "And you, the idol of our dormitory. The master of the court—Master Jack."

"That man named Rohatchi," Justin said enthusiastically as they began to fill the flower pots with dragon dung compost, "is such a brave man. Have you read his book? If I were killed by a werewolf He was already scared to death when he was stuck in a phone booth, but he was so calm - tsk tsk - that's amazing.

"I was originally going to go to Eton, but then I ended up here, and I couldn't be happier. Of course, my mother was a little disappointed, but after I asked her to read Lockhart's book, I think she started to see it. How useful it is to have a trained wizard at home..."

There wasn’t much opportunity to talk after that.They had to concentrate on dealing with the mandrakes.I just saw Professor Sprout doing it very easily, but in fact it was not like that at all.Mandrake doesn't want to

He was pulled out of the soil, but he seemed unwilling to go back.They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their pointed little fists, and gnashed their teeth.

It took Harry a full 10 minutes to stuff a particularly fat doll into the basin.He was filled with surprise when he saw Jack changing the pots of the mandrakes assigned to him with one hand and one hand.

At the end of class, Jack used magic to help the five people in his group clean the dragon manure from their bodies, and easily pulled Hermione towards the Charms classroom.Other students had to drag their tired bodies back to the castle of their college to take a shower, and then hurried to their classrooms for the next class.

"What class do we have this afternoon?"

During lunch, Jack asked Hermione, who had already finished eating, while handling the Syndra bison steak in front of him.

"That charlatan's Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hermione curled her lips and said.

"Isn't there some good news? Today is really not a good day."

"The good news is that we have class with Harry in the afternoon."

After listening to Hermione's words, the fork in Jack's hand clinked and fell onto the plate in front of him.

"No, believe me, this is definitely not good news." Jack said, covering his face.

After they finished their meal, they walked into the overcast courtyard.Hermione sat down on the steps in front of the castle and immersed herself in reading "A Voyage with a Vampire".She kept writing and drawing on it, with a certain momentum that she would not give up until all the mistakes were found.

About 10 minutes later, Harry and Neville came over.However, Jack noticed that there was a small tail not far behind Harry and the others.A very thin, gray-haired boy was staring at Harry like a man possessed. The boy was holding something in his hand, which seemed to be a very professional camera.Jack waved to the little boy.The boy's face immediately turned red when Harry noticed him.

"Hello, Harry? My—my name is Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a timid step toward them. "I'm in Gryffindor, too. Do you think - can - I take a picture of you?" He raised the camera expectantly and looked at Harry.

"Photography?" Harry asked blankly.

"This way I can prove that I saw you." Colin said eagerly, taking a few steps forward. "I know everything about you. Everyone told me. How did you escape the mysterious man's murderous hands? He Why did it disappear? Wait, you still have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead." As he spoke, his eyes searched Harry's hairline.

"A boy in my dormitory said that if I use the right developing potion, the people in the photos will move." Colin took a deep breath, shaking slightly with excitement, "It's really interesting here, isn't it? After receiving Before Hogwarts Letter, I never knew that all the weird things I could do were magic. My dad was a milkman and he couldn't believe it either. So I was going to take a bunch of pictures and send them to him. If only I could There’s a picture of you—” he looked at Harry pleadingly, “—maybe I could stand next to you and ask your friends to click it? Then, could you sign it?”