A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 371: Sprout’s Greenhouse

Classroom No. 7, in a dimly lit secret room.

A three-man team of Cedric Diggory, Roger Davies and Collins Foley face off against a dark green basilisk over fifty feet long.

"Collins! Your direction!" Cedric shouted.

Collins immediately closed her eyes, and in the next second, she felt a cold gaze cast on herself, her body began to stiffen, and the magic power in her body seemed to solidify little by little, as if it was going to freeze her into a stone , but she knew that this was the effect of the supernatural spell.

"I'm not a squib!"

She staggered back, panting. "Whoosh!" A piercing sound resounded, and a palm-sized stone brushed against her forehead, drawing spots of blood on the sharp edge.

She lowered her body without saying a word, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

"Roger! It went to see you!"

Hearing Cedric's voice again, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the "Eye Sickness Curse" that had been brewing for a long time flew out immediately. in front of you.

"Only the left eye is left!" Davis' voice reminded.

A few minutes later, the basilisk fell down with bruises all over its body. It was still breathing, but it was covered with wounds and its eyes were blind. Under normal circumstances, death is not far away.

They gathered together from different places, silently watching the basilisk disperse into countless green light spots, feeling a sense of accomplishment in their hearts.

Roger Davis was so tired that he slumped on the ground, and he didn't care about his image, anyway, they had seen even the worst. This is already the fifth time they have faced the basilisk, and the previous four times were all the result of group annihilation.

"Great victory!" Flitwick appeared screaming, his legs turned into hazy smoke, holding a long trail, and suddenly appeared in front of them.

Cedric grinned. This was the first time he saw Professor Flitwick in this image after he walked through a dark bat cave while holding the Iron Armor Charm.

The current four administrators have significant, personality differences

Professor of Charms and Dean of Ravenclaw, Flitwick is always full of passion, and he does not hesitate to praise any progress made by the students, even acting a little surprised; Professor of Transfiguration and Dean of Gryffindor, Mike Dumbledore, on the other hand, showed a serious and meticulous character. She would appear at the beginning and give them some useful advice; while the young headmaster Dumbledore liked chatting with people the most. The keenness and insight he showed Make the students ashamed.

The ancient rune professor Hai Pu is the most unusual. He'd often show up as they made it through a level, stare at them, point out mistakes in a timely, not-so-pleasant way, and he'd be more than happy to show them how to pass a level in their own way if they failed.

"...you should realize that looking into the eyes of the basilisk kills you...this is actually a misinformation. Killing a wizard is not an easy task if there is no magic at work , you will find that their eyes are not much different from those of ordinary snakes.”

As usual, Flitwick made a customs clearance summary and gave an evaluation of their behavior.

"But professor, the basilisk in the chamber of secrets the year before last petrified a student and a cat." Cedric asked puzzled.

"That doesn't mean much. The Basilisk was in an attacking state, and any creature that came before its eyes would be attacked. There is no reason to think that when it is alone, it maintains a large cloud of magic in the eyes."

Collins calmly analyzed: "Professor Flitwick, can I think that the gaze of the basilisk is similar to our magic and is controlled?"

Flitwick nodded, and praised sharply: "That's right, judging from the results of Severus' dissection of the basilisk, that's it!"

"Are there any other examples, Professor?" Cedric asked.

"Of course! Take invisible beasts as an example..." Flitwick said.

Cedric and the others dragged their tired bodies out of the secret room. The dark, damp, rugged and narrow room slowly disappeared behind them. They were standing on the white and smooth floor at this moment. In the endless space, three Buildings of different sizes and styles are strangely juxtaposed.

Professors Felix and Sprout walked towards each other, and they immediately narrowed their eyes and stared at the clothes of the two professors. This is a skill that everyone has mastered in the past month. There was a faint, silvery light.

This is one way to tell the difference between real and unreal.

And the two people in front of me...are real.

"Professor Sprout, Professor Haipu!" The three greeted each other. Felix and Sprout nodded gently in response, and walked deeper.

"Cedric, what do you think they are here for?" Davis asked.

Cedric's eyes stopped on the backs of the two professors, and he suddenly showed surprise, his gray eyes looked eager, "Maybe we will welcome a new professor soon..."

The always calm Collins Foley was a little surprised: "Don't!"

"Why?" Cedric stared at her. Ms. Sprout was his dean.

"Think about which class she teaches," Collins closed his eyes, "I gave up herbal medicine in sixth grade because I didn't want to take care of plants that were getting twisted and ugly..."

Her lips trembled and said: "Stinging poisonous tentacles, biting fang geraniums, slippery gill grass, pus-splattering rice buds... Take babo tubers as an example. You only need to observe from a distance, and the fourth grade has to squeeze pus out of them, what is the sixth grade?"

She turned to look at Cedric.

Cedric said bitterly: "Skinning and pollination."

…

In the depths of classroom No. 7, two professors stood quietly.

A silvery, short figure appeared in front of them, becoming clearer and clearer. Felix thought he saw twins, both with flowing gray hair and thick patched hats.

Humming in Sprout's memory, he happily pulled up magical plants from the empty air, and planted more than a dozen Whomping Willows alone. With nimble steps, she sprinkled black seeds one after another, and in a short while clusters of black thorns grew to a height of five or six feet.

Beside Felix, Professor Sprout looked enviously at the scene in front of him, black thorns intertwined with each other to form a high wall.

"I once suggested to Dumbledore to plant a circle on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but the workload was too much, and I had to give up in the end."

"Uh, I think the students have a headache..."

Meanwhile, the Weasley twins were whining in the common room, lamenting that they seemed to have forgotten how to fly. Harry, who was busy making up his homework, was surprised to find that he hadn't touched a broomstick for a long time.

So in the evening of that day, he dragged Ron and Hermione, who seemed to be drowning in the sea of ​​books, to the Quidditch pitch.

The southeast corner of the Quidditch field has already been occupied by a construction site at this time. More than a dozen houses are connected together to form a ring, guarding the tallest building in the center together. steeple.

Some workers are busy with the last part of the job.

They watched from a distance for a while, then sat on the brooms to enjoy the cool October wind. Hermione sat sideways on the broom, keeping the broom three feet off the ground, and circled the field slowly. Harry controlled the Firebolt, accelerating and accelerating, turning into a scarlet shadow. He flew higher and further away, seeing Hagrid approaching from hundreds of feet carrying a log that was at least thirty feet away.

"Hagrid, do you need help?" He swooped over, circled Hagrid, and stopped in front of him.

Hagrid looked at him suspiciously.

Harry didn't say much, took out his wand, and said the spell: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Hagrid shook the wood on his shoulders and said in a rough voice: "It's kind of useful..." They returned to the field together, and a red-faced wizard in a sun hat on the construction site shouted: "Here... Grab it! We can finish it today."

Hagrid was carrying the timber, and it didn't take much effort to stand it up, and Harry, who was on the side, could see that it was a support column for the house.

The shouting red-faced wizard chanted a spell to fix the pillar, and the two people next to him kept looking at the blueprints, and one of them said in a complaining tone: "Are they going to move the school here? Finn... save some time position, we need to reserve the position of the statue."

"Statue? What statue?" shouted the wizard named Finn.

"They bring it themselves, but we need to reserve a place, understand? A huge Thunderbird will be placed where you stand in the future."

Harry found Hagrid and asked, "Where is...?"

"The residence of Ilvermorny School," said Hagrid succinctly, looking at Hermione and Ron, who was circling excitedly around the circle above the Quidditch goalposts, yelling excitedly. .

Hagrid said thoughtfully: "It seems that you have not been so restrained these days, you can come to my place for tea when you have time, Luna and Ginny often come, and Firenze... "

"Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I learned a lot from them, and Ginny thought about asking me to borrow Aragog to see if Ron really wasn't afraid of spiders anymore. You know she's always Curious..."

"Aragok it's... er, is it alright?" Harry asked, really trying to say if the old spider was dead, but that didn't seem very polite.

"It's okay." Hagrid muttered, "To be honest, it's not that good. It always wants to go back to the Forbidden Forest, but there is no place for it in the acromantula's lair, and it can't see through...Felix I have to cast the Shrinking Charm every month, so that I can let it out regularly, not always in a cage... It's also good to bask in the sun and eat some frog eggs..."

He was rambling on, much to Harry's surprise, he seemed to have missed quite a few things.

When they returned from the field, Hermione was still complaining, she had missed fifty pages of the book, but her expression was smiling, Harry and Ron were used to her insincere words, Ron said his own The divination class homework is not finished yet.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously~IndoMTL.com~Thanks to visiting the restricted section with Harry during this time, we have a lot of new ideas, "Ron Said, "It helps us keep a good grade. "

"Yeah, to get high marks by making up your own bad luck," said Hermione, "Are you sure Trelawney knows about the effects of spells in the Restricted Section?"

Ron's expression was not so confident, and he looked at Harry hesitantly.

At this moment they entered the foyer, where a notice was posted on a large bulletin board, and a large group of students huddled beneath it.

‘The Triwizard Tournament: Ilvermorny’s representatives will arrive at ten o’clock in the morning on Sunday, October 16. Teachers and students, please prepare in advance'

"I knew it!" Ron said loudly, as if he had discovered some kind of truth: "No wonder the professors have reminded us to pay attention to etiquette these two days!"

Harry didn't speak, his mind had already flown to two days later, Ilvermorny... what will their students be like?