The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Compared with the relaxed courses of the previous semester, the number of classes and class hours this semester have increased significantly.

It is worth noting that the second grade astronomy class is scheduled on Monday, which means they have one more homework to catch up on over the weekend, and the stargazing report cannot be made up on Monday and Tuesday.

On the first day of the new term, the first class for Gryffindor second-year students was Herbology class with Ravenclaw House.

The little wizards who have been holding back their summer vacation can no longer hold back. This is the case for students. When you study, you always look forward to vacation. But when the holiday comes, within a few days, you will miss studying and going to class again.

How long the others had been holding it in was unknown, but Seamus and Dean couldn't wait to let themselves go.

Even if the weather on the dome is a gloomy and rainy day, it still can't stop the two people's enthusiasm. While having breakfast in the auditorium, the sound of the two of them discussing could even be heard by the professor at the guest seat.

"The place where we have classes will be moved from Greenhouse No. 1 to Greenhouse No. 3. I heard there are many real magical creatures in there."

"Yes, piranha flowers that can eat people, fungi that secretly insert their roots into the veins to suck blood..."

I really don't know where these two people found so many weird legends. Neville couldn't help but tremble when he heard them. Herbology class, which he wasn't afraid of at first, suddenly became as scary as Potions class.

The twins who were eating breakfast heard the conversation between the two and put down the spoons in their hands. Walking over with smiles on their faces, they opened their hands, hooked the shoulders of several young wizards, and buried their heads together, creating a sense of immersion.

George said quietly: "Did you know that some herbs have very special growing conditions and they need human corpses as nutrients?"

"If any of you are accidentally left alone in the greenhouse, you will be dragged into the soil by the vines." Fred's voice was strong, but his voice was low, and the loudness sounded very small.

George continued: "Your cries cannot penetrate the soil, your hands cannot break away from the vines, and no one can find you. In the end, in despair, you will turn into fertilizer in the soil."

In conjunction with their threatening words, the two men held the little wizard's shoulders tightly to restrain them. Neville looked panicked and struggled violently, but he couldn't break free. He seemed to be trapped in the scene described by the twins. He was entangled in vines and buried in the soil, and he couldn't escape.

He stood up suddenly, knocking the twins off their stools.

"Hahahaha!" Li Jordan, who had noticed the situation here for a long time, laughed wildly, "You really deserve it!"

"Hahaha the twins deserve it!"

"Well done!"

Other students also noticed what was going on here, and they all made fun of the twins, praising Neville's bravery and

Neville's face turned red due to shyness, and he ran away without looking back, leaving the auditorium as if he was running away.

Treating this as a small dessert for breakfast, the little wizards in the auditorium chattered about their summer vacation experiences and the information they had gathered about this semester.

All the excitement was quickly suppressed by the roaring letter sent by Mrs. Weasley. After the deafening roar stopped, the auditorium was boiling again.

Due to temporary deafness, everyone opened their voices and shouted, and this time the excitement was even louder,

With a look of surprise on his face, Seamus walked up to the pale Ron with a look of joy and shouted in his ear: "So you get a roaring letter every year at the beginning of school. That's so cool!"

Ron's face turned even paler.

On the way to the greenhouse, Hufflepuff's Rolf moved closer to Loren.

They became friends after last Christmas, a friendship different from Harry Ron's and a different friendship from Simian. The relationship between the two is not that close, but they both know that they are friends and can talk to each other when something happens. On the contrary, there are many things that are difficult to say to close friends, and they can talk about them.

"Hey, Loren." Rolf didn't seem very happy about the start of school. His eyebrows were twitching, which couldn't be said to be downcast.

"Rolfe! Long time no see, how was your summer vacation?" Loren balled up a grass ball with his feet, tipped it a few times with his toes, and passed it to Rolf.

"It was going well. We were planning to go to the African jungle to see rare animals, but my grandfather suddenly wanted to go to France and wouldn't let us follow him." Rolf stopped the ball and passed it back. "After returning from France, he changed He was very silent, and our family was a little worried about him.”

Loren thought for a moment, Scamander was also from the older generation, and he should have learned about Nico's death.

This is how old people treat death. They may not have anything to worry about when they are about to die, but when they see their old friends leave, it is inevitable that they will be a little emotional and sad.

"Don't worry, adults don't need children to worry." Loren could only comfort Rolf in this way.

When the group arrived at the greenhouse, they discovered that Lockhart was also here.

Wearing a green flowing robe, and a green top hat with gold rim on her shining hair. He was spotless from head to toe, making Professor Sputraw next to him, who was covered in mud and whose fingernails were filled with black mud, look like a peasant woman.

"Hello everyone!" Lockhart smiled broadly, "I just showed Professor Sputrow how to heal the Whomping Willow..."

He boasted of himself with great enthusiasm, hinting both inside and outside of his words that his knowledge of herbalism was greater than that of Professor Sputraw, and this was only one of his many abilities.

Professor Sputrow was holding back his anger, clenching his fists tightly, and silently comforting himself in his heart: This is retribution, this is retribution, this is retribution for laughing at Professor Flitwick yesterday.

Thinking this way made her feel better.

"Starting today, we will go to the third greenhouse for class!" Professor Sputraw said through gritted teeth.

When she took a key from her waist that was thicker than her arm and opened the door of the greenhouse, all the students felt a smell of wet soil mixed with smelly fertilizer hit their faces. The aftertaste of the unpleasant smell was charming. The aroma of flowers and grass, as well as the smell of some unique plant roots.

Loren couldn't tell whether the smell was pleasant or unpleasant, but Lockhart pinched his nose and showed a disgusted expression. He borrowed Harry from Professor Sputraw and pulled him aside to talk.

Entering the greenhouse, all kinds of strange plants come into view. It is obviously different from the first greenhouse. Most of the plants here are very active. The branches and vines are constantly shaking, and the roots of the herbaceous plants are loosening the soil, as if they are letting go. Breathe yourself.

It gave Loren a strange feeling. They were not plants, but more like animals. They even gave him a strange sense of intimacy, like the dolphins he saw in the aquarium.

They exude their own emotions, joy, freedom, and the joy that rises spontaneously after feeling the scent of Sputlau.

Professor Sputraw led everyone to a row of deep-bottomed flower pots and gave everyone a pair of protective gloves and a pair of sound-isolating headphones.

Then the students’ preview of the first herbal medicine class was inspected.

"We're going to repot the mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what the properties of the mandrake are?"

In the huge greenhouse, only Hermione raised her hand to answer the question. The girl's playful voice echoed in the greenhouse: "Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful recovery agent. It is used to transform people into It can restore people or those under a spell to their original state, and is particularly effective against petrification.”

Well, good, only Hermione had previewed it.

"You know, that's what celebrities are like..."

Outside, Lockhart's proud voice could be heard faintly, and Spotlaw, who was already irritable, wanted to throw the mandrake in his face.

Seemingly sensing Sputraw's disgust for Lockhart, the plants also became disgusted with Lockhart. The branches and roots trembled slightly, making a rustling sound that no one noticed.

This feeling was so strange, Loren felt the plants' disgust towards Lockhart, as if, as if he could communicate with the plants.

Obeying some strange subconscious mind, Loren tried to convey his inner thoughts to a woody vine of the grape family at the door of the greenhouse.

Then, the ivy-like vines unknowingly wrapped themselves around Lockhart's boots and dragged him into the vines.

"Ah - help!" Lockhart yelled in panic, his voice breaking, as if the vines were hurting him.

"Help! It's going to suck my blood, and it's going to bury me in the ground and use it as nourishment!"

Apparently, Lockhart had also heard the story the twins had made up in the Great Hall to scare people.

Harry watched the scene in front of him in silence. There were only a few scattered vines on Lockhart. He only needed to hold his hands and stand up. As a result, he panicked and struggled, and instead got himself tightly entangled.

George and Fred, what a heinous crime... Harry thought to himself.

With an expression of anxiety and panic, Professor Sputraw moved slowly. She tried hard not to laugh out loud, determined to watch Lockhart's show.

Everyone in the classroom saw Lockhart's embarrassing performance, and the little wizards from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were also silent. They collectively had a bad premonition about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester.

Only Loren's eyes lit up when he saw Lockhart's miserable state - an opportunity to increase his favorability!

He strode over to Lockhart and pulled him out of the vines. While plucking the vines, he muttered: "Professor Lockhart has paid too much in order to demonstrate mistakes to us..."

The panicked Lockhart was so moved that he almost cried when he heard these words. He vaguely saw the Gryffindor student in front of him glowing.

Are you the messenger sent by Merlin?

Lockhart quickly reacted and took over the situation. He also knew how to handle this kind of situation.

After saying a few words that sounded harsh, he quickly left the scene and returned to the castle to spread another version of the story among others. As long as a preconceived impression is left, most people in the castle will still recognize him as a best-selling author, adventurer, and recipient of the Order of Merlin.

Before leaving, he patted Loren's shoulder affectionately, without saying anything.

Loren seemed to see the progress bar above Lockhart's head: The Oblivion Curse was loading——

1%

5%

…

90%!

He happily returned to Hermione, neither arrogant nor impetuous, like a reserved and good student who did good deeds without seeking fame.

Hermione glanced at him expressionlessly and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Did you move the vines just now?"

Loren:! ! !

Loren's eyes were as wide as bells, I read the hearts of plants, you read me? !

…

Mandrake was like a ferocious cub, twisting its body, kicking its feet, and even gnashing its teeth and waving its fist, almost punching Seamus in the nose.

Thanks to the enhanced Hermione, Loren was not sweating profusely, with backache, and covered in mud when he finished class like other students. Not to mention tired, some people even lost their job.

There was Justin Finch-Fletchley in Hufflepuff, and he kept talking to Harry. Even Ron, Loren and Hermione were not left out, chattering.

The second class is Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's classes are always difficult, but the second-year classes are even more difficult. They begin to study in depth the transformations related to living creatures.

Turn the beetle into a button, and the life force of the beetle will interfere with the operation of magic. You not only have to consider the appearance of the button, but also like a piece of music to harmonize magic and life to achieve a transformation effect without damaging life.

"Can anyone tell me what to do?"

Hermione raised her hands high, and she was the only one in the audience who raised her hands. Loren, who was at the same table, was teasing the teaching beetle with his wand, turning it over. Seeing that the beetle was about to turn over, Loren turned it over again.

Professor McGonagall looked at the stark contrast between the two, and recalled Loren's lazy appearance at the end of last semester. Her hand holding the wand tightened unknowingly.

"Loren Morgan, you answer." Professor McGonagall's voice was calm.

Hermione felt a little disappointed inside, but she could still accept it and slowly lowered her raised right hand.

Loren, who was surprised, said slowly: "Keep in mind the elements of transfiguration, insight, essence, and target during the casting process."

"Correct, Gryffindor gets 5 points for this." Professor McGonagall then analyzed the application of the three elements and the key points of casting spells.

Hermione only thought this was an ordinary question and answer session, but the following class shattered her illusions. No matter what the question was, no matter how high Hermione raised her little hand, Professor McGonagall, without exception, called Loren every time and added points.

After a big class, Hermione looked at Loren as if she were looking at a third party who had intervened, and Professor McGonagall was the unfaithful person.

She felt extremely wronged. It was obviously me who raised my hand, and I was the one who was most cooperative with the professor's class, but all of Professor McGonagall's attention was given to Loren.

The bell just rang, and Hermione immediately packed up her textbooks, tossed her hair and ran out of the classroom. The resentful look in her eyes made Professor McGonagall feel guilty.

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall stopped Loren, who was about to chase him out: "Saturday night, come to my office..."

Thinking of Hermione's sad eyes, she paused and said, "Let Granger come too."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall, who was always steady, trotted out of the classroom. The figure on the back actually looked a bit panicked.