Harry Potter: Super Magic God

91st bad course

Professor Sprout dragged out a large flower pot from under the table and shoved the struggling Mandrake doll into the soil again. Harry felt a thump in his heart when he saw this.

The professor covered the mandrakes tightly with moist dark soil, leaving only a clump of leaves exposed. Then he patted the soil on his hands, signaled safety to everyone, and then took off his own. earmuffs.

Harry waited for the professor to take off the earmuffs without moving, and then carefully took off his earmuffs.

"The mandrakes used for demonstration are only seedlings, so hearing their cries won't kill you." The professor said calmly, as if the amazing scene just now was just loosening the lawn.

"They'll just put you in a coma for a few hours, I think it's just starting school, and you haven't reached the point where you want to use this to skip class. So when you're busy with your own work, you must wear earmuffs tightly and make sure you don't have anything. Can't hear it. When it's time for get out of class to end, I'll call your attention."

Professor Sprout said in a relaxed tone, and then arranged for everyone to do it themselves.

"A group of four, a flower tray, the fertilizer is in the bag over there, go and get it yourself, be careful of the poisonous tentacle next to it, it's teething." She patted a ferocious crimson plant, and it was Retracted the tentacles that opened their teeth and claws.

"It's not easy," Harry muttered, and he was grouped with Ron, Hermione, and another Hufflepuff boy.

"I'm Justin Finlay, nice to meet you, the famous Harry Potter, and forever honors, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, you're all celebrities..." Justin Greeted the three of Harry in a friendly manner and shook hands with them respectively.

Harry had seen him before, but hadn't spoken together, and it was obvious he was a lively Hufflepuff. Hermione took his compliment quite well, with a sweet smile. Ron hadn't recovered from the shouting letter.

He was a lively man, even a little nagging, gushing along the way, "...that guy named Lockhart was really a brave man, he wrote in the book that he was blocked by werewolves. When I was in the phone booth, I calmly figured out a way, if it were me, I would definitely have been scared to death..."

"None of my family were wizards and they wanted me to go to Eton," he explained. "It was a noble school, but then I came to Hogwarts, which was wonderful. Although my mother was a little disappointed, Eton Learning has always been her dream, and then I showed her some Lockhart books, and I think she'll learn how important it is to have a well-trained wizard at home..."

Hermione also knew about Eton College, which was a very famous aristocratic school, and she almost went there, and Justin was in a similar situation to her.

But before she got interested, they put on the earmuffs again and started tossing the mandrakes. It's not easy, it's more difficult than it looks. Although Professor Sprout is small, his strength is not small. Hermione couldn't lift these little monsters at all. The mandrakes seemed to be rooted in the soil. They squeezed desperately into the soil, not wanting to be pulled out at all.

Harry struggled to pull out a fat doll, and then had to shove it all back into the ground. They struggled desperately, shouting, gnashing their teeth, waving their hands and feet. Even though their cries were completely inaudible, everyone felt like they were doing something particularly terrifying.

Hermione felt particularly uncomfortable just being there to help, and the work of a wizard was not always a good thing.

After the herbal class, everyone was exhausted. Harry was sweating even more, his back was sore from exhaustion, and his body was still covered in mud. He hurried back to the castle to take a shower, and then hurried to the Transfiguration class, which obviously affected his state.

During the Transfiguration class, Harry only felt groggy in his head, full of roars.

The familiar movements and spells on weekdays are now completely out of state. The professor asked everyone to turn the beetles into buttons, but no matter how Harry waved his wand, the beetles scurried around uncommanded.

Ron didn't get much better. He seemed to be still suffering from the aftermath of the roaring letter. He was always distracted in class, and he just stayed for a while, and the get out of class bell rang.

Only Hermione maintained her usual high standards, but that didn't make Harry and Ron much happy.

"This year's class schedule is really unreasonable. After the physical work of the herbal class, we should arrange a rest first, instead of continuing with the very difficult transfiguration class. Who has the strength and brain at this time." Harry looked frustrated. Complaining, it's only the first day of school, which is really not a good sign.

Hermione blinked quietly, and said silently in her heart, "I still have my strength and brain." But she knew that this was not the time to say this, and Harry was the main force of her work in herbal class.

Ron was still wandering, burying his head and eating in silence.

"Although you're right, the herbal medicine class shouldn't be scheduled early in the morning and connected to other classes." George took Harry's timetable and agreed first, then continued, "But it's only the first day of school. It's not a good thing that you can't bear it. When you're uneasy, you can relax first and use meditation to adjust."

"And Ron." George turned his head to Ron, and Harry immediately kicked Ron under the table, making him recover quickly.

"I don't want to mention the roar letter." George watched Ron come back to his senses after Harry's reminder, knowing that they had to get back to their state sooner.

"But you already mentioned it." Ron murmured for a while, looking at George resentfully,

"Things have passed, and it won't get worse. Getting the new semester on track is the most important thing right now." George didn't want Harry and Ron to be stuck in the quagmire of bad luck because of the poor start of school.

"What class is this afternoon?" Harry patted his face with his hand, trying to wake himself up a bit, knowing that he couldn't continue in this state.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione said expectantly.

"Alas!" Harry's fighting spirit just got up a little, but he became dejected again. He didn't like that extraordinarily exaggerated Lockhart who regarded him as a kindred spirit at all.

"Why sigh, Professor Lockhart is very powerful." Hermione felt that Harry was prejudiced against Professor Lockhart. She had read Professor Lockhart's book, and the content in it was well-founded and credible. .

"He's lying to you girls, too," muttered Ron, and Mrs. Weasley liked Lockhart very much too, but otherwise. No one in the Weasleys liked Lockhart anymore, but everyone else hated Lockhart. Not even Ginny liked him, Ginny only liked Harry.

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