Professor Sprout is a kind-looking witch with a patched hat on her fluttering hair. She is always covered in dirt, but she is actually a herbal medicine teacher at Hogwarts.
Today, her class is with the Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, and they are going to the third greenhouse, which is more interesting and dangerous than the first one.
Most of the students are excited to learn, but Crabbe and Gore, two Slytherin students, are sleepy and sluggish.
Draco and Pansy, along with other Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, are waiting for Professor Sprout at the door of the greenhouse.
When she arrives, she is late and has bandages on her arms. She explains that she had to solve some problems with the beating a naughty plant.
She unlocks the door and a smell of damp mud and fertilizer mixed with a rich floral fragrance fills their noses.
The greenhouse is filled with giant flowers hanging from the ceiling.
The students look around curiously, but Draco warns Pansy not to touch a particular plant with a charming and charming flower.
When Pansy tries to touch it, Draco pulls out a book and shows her a picture of a person's withered hands covered in black spots, as if rotting.
Pansy is disgusted by the picture and quickly moves away from the potted flower.
"Ok, let's start by putting on gloves," said Draco as he picked a suitable pair from the table.
Pansy also quickly grabbed a pair, not wanting to accidentally get her hands dirty.
Professor Sprout stood behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse.
She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention and said, "Today, we are going to repot Mandela grass. Now, who can tell me what the characteristics of Mandela grass are?"
Several Ravenclaw students immediately raised their hands, and Professor Sprout called on a thin, tall boy.
He seemed a bit nervous as he stammered, "Mandela grass is a powerful healing agent that can restore deformed people to their original shape."
"Very good, very good, ten points for Ravenclaw," Professor Sprout said. "Mandela grass is an important part of many antidotes. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"
"If we hear their screams, we'll be killed instantly," Draco said lightly.
"The answer is correct," Professor Sprout said. "I hope you'll raise your hand and speak up next time, Draco. Slytherin ten points," She then pointed to a row of deep pots and continued, "As you can see, our Mandela grass is still very young. Their screams are not yet deadly, but they can still make people faint for a few hours. Now let's each take a pair of earmuffs."
Twenty pairs of earmuffs in different colors were placed on the stool. The students scrambled to grab a pair, with some reluctant to wear the pink earmuffs.
"Well, I have to say, those are actually quite suitable for you," Draco tried to restrain his laughter as Pansy reluctantly put on the pink, fluffy earmuffs because she was slower to grab a pair.
"I'll trade with you," Pansy said, annoyed and embarrassed at being ridiculed by Draco. She impulsively reached out to take off Draco's earmuffs.
"Stop," Draco gently opened her hand and pointed to the professor.
An ugly baby with grass on its head had been caught. Its skin was light green with spots, and the little guy was clearly yelling in its throat.
Draco shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do. Learning had already begun, and if Pansy wanted to faint for a few hours, she could try changing earmuffs.
Pansy could only take out her frustration on the Mandela grass baby. She held it tightly, using all her strength. Draco was sure that the expression on the Mandela grad baby in Pansy's hand was the most pained in the class.
After a while, everyone had basically completed the task of repotting the Mandela grass.
Some students were sweating profusely, as if they had just fought a dark wizard. Others seemed at ease, as if they were doing a trivial task.
Suddenly, the students felt the table in front of them shaking. They looked at the teacher and realized they could remove their earplugs.
"Very good, everyone did very well," Professor Sprout said with appreciation, clearly satisfied with the students' performance.
"Professor, I have a question," Draco raised his hand and thought to himself, "time to start some popular science."
"Speak, boy."
"Can you tell us some specific symptoms that can be treated with Mandrake?" Draco said, trying to get as much attention from the other students as possible.
"That's a very good question," Professor Sprout praised him first, then continued, "people who have been hit by the Petrificus Totalus spell can use it. That's one example."
"Professor, did Neville from Gryffindor use Mandela grass last semester as well? I remember he also got hit with the Petrificus Totalus spell last semester," a brown-haired Ravenclaw girl asked.
"Yes, it is," Professor Sprout's smile became more sympathetic.
"Children, spells cast by different people are not the same. Hermione didn't mean any harm at the time, and she's still a student. If the Petrificus Totalus spell was cast by someone else..."
As she spoke, Professor Sprout's smile faded and she adopted a serious expression. "I'm sorry, I seem to have said too much. Let's move on."
She stopped immediately, noticing the tense atmosphere and the expressions of fear on the students' faces.
Draco broke the awkward silence and continued, "Professor, what about Medusa? Legend has it that if you look directly at her, your eyes will be petrified. Is that true? Can Mandela grass fix it?"
"Oh boy, that's just a legendary creature, don't worry," Professor Sprout paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, then continued, "but there are indeed creatures with eyes similar to those rumored to belong to Medusa."
"What is it, Professor?" Draco asked.
"The Basilisk."
"Basilisk? What is that?" A group of students began to whisper among themselves.
"Well..." Professor Sprout paused, seeming to search her memory, then continued, "you can actually ask your Professor of the Protection of Magical Creatures, Professor Kettleburn. He should know more about it than I do. But since some of you asked, I'll answer. Basilisk is a large green snake, up to 50 feet in length. Male snakes have a bright red feather on their head and their long teeth are extremely toxic. But its most dangerous attack is using its big yellow eyes to stare at its target. If anyone's gaze meets its gaze, they'll be killed instantly. If the gaze is indirectly lifted, the only hope is Mandela grass."
The students were in an uproar.
Realizing that she had said something alarming, Professor Sprout went on to say, "Don't worry, there hasn't been a recorded sighting of a basilisk in Britain for at least 400 years." Many students let out a sigh of relief.
"Does it have natural enemies?"
"Of course, every creature has natural enemies. The roar of a rooster is deadly to the basilisk. It seems that it was originally hatched from a hen's egg," Professor Sprout said.
Almost all of the classmates were talking while walking out of the greenhouse.
Although many of them were covered in mud and had sore backs from working, they didn't care.
The snake monsters discussed in class today had excited them. Horror stories are always more interesting when they're far removed from reality.
"Classmates, what are you all talking about, Basilisk?" Lockhart appeared behind them, leaning on a pillar. He was wearing a lavender robe today and was flashing his bright teeth in a smile.
He blinked and continued, "That's a really big guy. I remember when I first went..." Lockhart began to show off his "experience" like a performer, and a group of students quickly gathered around, curious to hear how Lockhart defeated the Basilisk.
They wondered if there was any magic besides the mandela grass that could defeat it.
"Pansy, won't you listen to his story?" Draco asked.
"I think your story about the White Lady is more interesting," Pansy pouted and dismissed Lockhart.
Draco immediately twitched at the comment.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lockhart said, "In this way, the village returned to peace. They wanted to repay me, but I refused. As a third-level medalist of the Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, this is what I should do. I shouldn't accept any compensation. Of course, a kiss from grateful girls is not included," he stopped for a moment, then blinked his charming eyes.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the students immediately burst into warm applause, screaming and staring at him like fans.
"Where did this plagiarist come from?" Draco could only roll his eyes in contempt at someone's shameless behavior.
After running out of lunch, they took a nap for a while and then went to a Transfiguration class.
In various senses, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was one of the most difficult.
Today she asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. Crabbe and Gower behaved like two Muggles, struggling to hold their wands and unable to control the agile beetle.
Pansy, on the other hand, had made a few buttons that were still running around on the table.
Most of the students didn't perform well, as if they were on vacation.
They all seemed to have lost focus and Professor McGonagall had a serious expression.
Only when she passed Draco's desk did her tightly frowned eyebrows slowly spread out, impressed by the delicate and beautiful buttons he had made with no trace of the beetle.
"Well done, Slytherin," Professor McGonagall said approvingly.
"Seriously, I really don't know what the point is of learning this," Pansy complained to Malfoy in the corridor after class.
"Although I don't like Muggles, sometimes it's good to use them. No one will really use a beetle as a button and wear it on their body, right? Just buy it when you need it."
Malfoy frowned, not knowing how to change her mind. No one knew what would happen in the future. Even if he himself had changed so much history, maybe his well-known future development would become unrecognizable.
Maybe anyone could take part in a battle and every basic structure is important for ordinary students.
"Pansy," Malfoy said seriously, preparing to infuse her with a correct concept, but was interrupted again.
"Today's Defense against Dark Magic class actually asked us to go with Gryffindor," Pansy pulled out a piece of paper and said.
"Come on, I don't want to sit with that group of people. Maybe we should choose a good position?" She said, walking quickly to the classroom for the Defense Against Magic Defense class, not giving him the opportunity to speak.
Malfoy could only helplessly follow her.
When they arrived in the classroom, the class hadn't started yet.
As a result, the classroom was almost full, mostly with girls, and the rest of the students slowly came in before the bell rang. The seats were divided, with Gryffindor on one side and Slytherin on the other.
After the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly, calming everyone down.
He reached out and picked up Neville Longbottom's "Walking with the Monster" and held it in his hand, displaying a picture of himself blinking on the cover.
"I, Gidolo Lohart," he pointed at his picture and blinked, "won the Witcher Weekly's most charming smile award five times and am a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin and honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League. But I don't rely on my smile to get rid of Pixie!"
He waited for everyone to laugh, but only a few people smiled lightly. Malfoy looked at him with a playful smile.
Then he handed out a sheet of paper to everyone. The questions were all about his personal preferences, such as:
What is Gidero Lockhart's favorite color?
What is Gidero Lockhart's secret ambition?
What do you think is Gidero Lockhart's greatest achievement so far?
"Waste of time," Malfoy murmured softly.
After only writing one sentence on the test paper, he started thinking about his own affairs, such as how to make Pansy fall in love with learning or who become prisoner of Knowledge.
Ron and Harry seemed a little dazed. They didn't know much about the teacher, only that he was a bit of a show-off.
Seeing Hermione's pen flying, they could only raise their own pens, but they felt heavy and couldn't get started. Harry even thought he'd rather do a test question on potions.
At least with potions, you could find the answers in books, unlike this test.
Half an hour later, Lockhart took the test papers and looked at them in front of the class.
"Hmm, almost no one remembers my favorite color is lilac. I mentioned it in 'A Year with XC Snowman'," he commented on everyone's test papers.
Male students were bored, but female students were all absorbed, listening intently. Suddenly, Lockhart mentioned Hermione's name, which surprised her.
"...But Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition is to eliminate evil in the world and sell my own series of haur conditioners - good girl! In fact, she got 100%! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"
Hermione raised a trembling hand.
"Excellent!" Lockhart said with a smile. "Very good! Add 10 points to Gryffindor!"
"Hmm," Lockhart continued flipping through the test papers and suddenly frowned, as if he saw a blank sheet.
But his brows quickly smoothed out and he smiled loudly. "Slytherin gets 20 points, Mr. Draco's answer is perfect, but it's a secret between me and him. I can't tell you what he wrote," Lockhart said with a smile, winking in Malfoy's direction.
Hermione, still feeling joyous, couldn't help but hear the familiar name and looked in Malfoy's direction. He seemed to be in a daze.
"Why can't I always find a chance to ask him clearly?" She thought about a previous incident and asked herself this, but she also knew there was no chance. She was afraid of the answer.
The joy she had felt earlier seemed to have been diluted a lot.
"Now, let's get started..." Lockhart stooped down and picked up a large cage with a drape from behind the podium and placed it on the table.
"Now - be careful! My task is to teach you how to defend against the most evil things known to the magic world! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not suffer any harm. I only ask you to remain calm."
Harry unconsciously leaned over from behind a pile of books to get a better look at the cage.
Lockhart placed a hand on the hood and Neville in the first row shrank back, while Pansy moved a few steps closer to Malfoy's seat.
"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "That would irritate them!"
The entire class held their breath, except for Malfoy. Lockhart then lifted the cover.
"Not bad," he said playfully, "I just caught a Pixie."
A male student couldn't help but chuckle, and even Lockhart couldn't have predicted the terrified scream that followed.
"Be serious, students!" Lockhart shook his fingers annoyed at the student, "They are also little destroyers as cunning as the devil!"
Draco looked at the elves in the cage. These elves were a pale blue color, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp throats, as if many budgerigars were arguing.
As soon as the covers were removed, they started chattering, jumping up and down, shaking the cage, and making all sorts of weird faces at the people nearby.
"Alright," Lockhart said loudly, "Watch how I deal with them!"
He opened the cage door.
It was chaos.
The elves flew around like rockets. Two of them grabbed Neville's ear and lifted him up. A few more rushed out the window, shattering the broken glass at the back of the classroom.
The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed ink bottles and splattered the entire class, ripped books and paper into pieces, pulled down the pictures on the wall, flipped the waste bin upside down, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out the broken window.
They climbed on the girls' heads and started pulling their hair.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco fixed a few elves who rushed towards him and helped Pansy, then watched the drama unfold from the side.
"Come, get them together, get them together, they're just a few Pixie..." Lockhart shouted.
He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand, shouting: "Pepsi Picxi Pestnomy!"
But it was completely ineffective. An elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out the window.
Lockhart took a deep breath and ducked under the podium table, almost crushed by Neville as the chandelier fell with difficulty at almost the same time.
"This is the Defense Against Dark Magic could do with this kind of strength?" Pansy asked suspiciously, an expression shared by almost all the students.
They were also suspicious - the teachers couldn't solve problems that the students could barely solve, which made them have to be suspicious.
"Maybe his wand is broken," Hermione explained to him.
"Like Ron's." She added, "You all read his book - think about the amazing things he did..."
Some classmates agreed with Hermione's claim and the discoloration on their faces gradually faded away, but Ron muttered: "It's just that he said he did it..."
Eventually, the students managed to grab all the elves and put them back in the cage, even though it was very laborious.
"It seems that your practical results are very good," Lockhart, who had emerged from under the table at some point, smiled like his usual self, as if nothing had happened.
Malfoy could only cast a disgusted look at him.
"Well, let me see, every time you catch a little pixie, you can add five points to your house. Please have the students register," realizing the awkward atmosphere, Lockhart changed the topic, clearly succeeding.
Almost all the students forgot about his incompetence and scrambled to get more points.
"Is this enough?" Draco was dumbfounded. He had never seen someone so brazen.
After a while, the school bell finally rang, bringing the farce to an end.
"What did you write on the paper just now? I saw that you didn't write a few words at all," Pansy asked Malfoy immediately as they left the classroom.
She was one of the few girls who wasn't interested in the teacher, but that didn't stop her curiosity.
Malfoy shrugged. "I just wrote: My mother accidentally put a big bottle of Ogden's aged hot whiskey in my luggage before school started, you know, minors can't drink alcohol, so I would like to ask you to help me deal with it."
"Blatant bribery?" Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.
"No, it's just that the students have a little heart for the teacher," Malfoy glanced at Lockhart and said sarcastically.
Lockhart's ethics are really too easy to compliment...
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