Harry Potter and the Rise of the Ordinary Person - Chapter 51

A lot of familiar people are surprised with Joe's changes during a holiday, such as Harry, "I can hardly recognize you!" He said. At this time, Harry and Ron had just returned to the Gryffindor common room. They were warmly welcomed by their classmates. It's up! Although Joe didn't know where the things they did were cool, it's no wonder that many people in the past thought that the people in the college were stupid, and sometimes their way of thinking was really unacceptable. But Harry's next compliment he accepted: "You're handsome!" Harry said. "The whole person looks a lot more energetic."

In fact, this is no wonder. Before the holiday, Joe was thin and had dark circles on his face and bloodshot eyes. He looked sick. After the holiday, he looked much stronger, his body was stronger, his complexion was ruddy, and his eyes were full of wisdom. Coupled with a pair of wheat-colored hair, eyes similar to a pair of emeralds, and the book's faint revealing annoyance, this man looked full of energy.

As for Hermione, the atmosphere at the meeting was not very good, so there was no chance to get too involved in this issue.

In fact, Harry didn't care for a long time, because he and Ron seemed to be complacent about their "brave" behavior! Well, after all, the two of them are just two children who have not yet fully established their outlook on life and the world. Ca n’t we ask for too much?

Fortunately the next day, the worse situation gave two people a deep education.

While having breakfast in the auditorium, hundreds of owls rushed in, circled in the auditorium, and threw letters and parcels to the people who were talking. The Ron's owl also came. It seemed to be chronically malnourished. When it flew over the Gryffindor table, it fell down and plunged into Hermione's pot.

埃 "Erol!" Ron called, pulling his wet owl out with his paws. Errol was stunned on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, and a wet red envelope was still in his mouth.

When Ron shuddered and tore it apart. A loud noise filled the hall, shaking the dust off the ceiling. Joe quickly put a mute spell on his ear.

The howling letter was too loud, the plates and spoons on the table rattled, and the echoes of the four stone walls were deafening. All the people in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the roaring letter. Ron drew back in his chair and could only see a flushed forehead. Harry also looked very ashamed.

乔 Joe only unlocked the spell when the roaring letter fell from Ron's hand to the ground and the red envelope burned and curled into ashes. He patted Harry and Ron on the shoulders and left a sentence: "Brother, do your best!" Then he strode out of the auditorium.

The first gimmick was a herbal class with Hitchpatch students. Joe came to the greenhouse, and shortly after Harry arrived, Hermione seemed to think they had been punished enough, and the three of them had made up again. At this point Professor Sprout strode up the lawn, followed by Gidro Lockhart. Professor Sprout had a lot of bandages on his arm, and it was unexpected that it should be caused by hitting willows.

Professor Sprout is a dwarf witch with a patched hat on her fluttering hair and a lot of dirt on her clothes. If Aunt Petunia saw her nails, she would faint. Keguidro Lockhart, however, was spotless from head to toe, with a flowing turquoise robe and glittering blond hair wearing a turquoise top hat with gold edges.

"Oh, how are you!" Lockhart shouted at the students in a breezy face. "Professor Sprout just showed me how to heal Willows! But I don't want you to think that I am better at herbal medicine She's on the line! I just happened to see a few of these strange plants while traveling ... "

"Go to the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout said. She was obviously tinged with ground, in contrast to her usual pleasant demeanor.

The students whispered with interest. They only talked about the first greenhouse-the plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and dangerous. Professor Sprout took a big key from his belt and opened the door. Qiao smelled a smell of moist soil and fertilizer, mixed with a strong floral fragrance. Those flowers are as big as umbrellas and hang from the ceiling.

Lockhart jumped out to death at this time, and Joe admired his courage. After all, Professor Sprout in front of him could beat Lockhart to the point of lifelong hospitalization even if he had one hand. But Lockhart still exposed every bright tooth anytime and anywhere. Fortunately, Harry Potter, who he is following, is still a normal person, and after a short conversation, the two are finally available for class.

Professor Sprout stands behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse. On the stool were twenty or so differently colored earmuffs. As Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione, the teacher said, "We are going to change the plate for Mandela today. Now, who can tell me what are the characteristics of Mandela?"

Hermione raised her hand for the first time, which was expected by everyone.

"Mandela grass, also known as Mandra grass root, is a potent restorer," Hermione seemed to eat textbooks in her belly, very naturally, "used to transform deformed people or The man with the curse returned to his original state. "

非常 "Very good, add ten to Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said, "Mandela is an important part of most antidote. But it is also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

敏 Hermione's hand was raised again, and she nearly broke Harry's glasses.

"Hearing the cry of Mandela will kill you." She blurted out.

"Exactly, plus ten." Professor Sprout said, "Look, the Mandela grass here is very young."

She pointed to a deep row of plates. Everyone moved forward to see it clearly. There were about a hundred green and purple seedlings. Harry didn't think they were anything special. He didn't know what the "cry" of Mandrag said by Hermione.

"Each person has a pair of earmuffs," Professor Sprout said.

Everyone robbed for a while, no one wants to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs.

"When you ask me to put on the earmuffs, be sure to cover the ears tightly," said Professor Sprout. "When the earmuffs can be safely removed, I will raise both thumbs. OK-wear Upper earmuffs. "

The quality of the earmuffs is very good. After wearing them, the outside sounds can no longer be heard. Professor Sprout himself put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, grasped a clump of grass, and pulled it up hard.

It wasn't the grass roots that pulled out of the soil, but a very ugly baby whose leaves were born on his head. His skin was light green, with spots on it. The little guy was clearly shouting and yelling.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the Mandela grass doll, buried him with moist dark compost, and only clumps of leaves were exposed outside. She patted the mud on her hands, raised two thumbs at them, and then took off her earmuffs.

"Our Mandela grass is just a seedling, and it won't be fatal to hear their cry." She said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonia just now. "But ~  ~ they will make you unconscious for several hours. I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so you must wear earmuffs when you work. When it is time to pack things, I will try to get your attention. "

"A plate for four people-there are many flowerpots here-compost in the bag over there-beware of poisoning hands, it's teething."

Everyone began to concentrate on dealing with Mandrag. Don't look at Professor Sprout doing it particularly easily, but they are master herbalists, the technology has already reached the realm, and novices like them can not compare with it. The reality is. Mandrag was unwilling to be pulled out of the soil, but seemed unwilling to go back. They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their little fists, and gritted their teeth. Hanna and Neville, who were with Joe, were frightened.

I was really an ugly little thing, and Joe thought in his heart that there was no sense of beauty at all. Mandrag in his hand was trying to bite Joe's finger. Joe decided to give this little thing a lesson. He controlled the magic, held the small thing's neck and tightened, and started to wave the hands and feet desperately, but it became honest in a while, and then he easily put Mandela in the pot and filled it Good soil. He looked around. Everyone was still fighting desperately with Mandela. Neville was the most embarrassed. He was fainted.

Mandrag grass screamed well, and he could try to improve it into a curse, and Joe suddenly came up with a strange idea. This must be very lethal. There are very few attacks with sound waves in the spell, and to a certain extent, sound waves can ignore magic resistance, directly damage the enemy's hearing, or cause resonance with the enemy's organs to cause damage. Ha, I am really a genius