章節 98: CH 98
She held up both her hands. "Of course."
"I will put the person on the team, only if they can beat all the other first year candidates."
"I wouldn't suggest anything else."
"Okay… then we have an understanding." Volf nodded and took a step backwards. "Miss Granger, Heiress Greengrass." He turned and walked back to his group. She turned to Granger who opened her mouth.
"Not now," she whispered. "Our lord wants us."
The presumed question on Granger's lips died in a half strangled squeal, quickly muffled by the witch's own two hands clamped over her mouth.
"C'mon."
An hour later found them standing in dew-fresh grass around the back of the massive glass structure of greenhouse one. There were no signs of Harry anywhere.
Granger shot her an anxious look.
Suddenly, a small bag fell at her feet. She picked it up. A pair of footsteps trod away from them through the grass, drawing their eyes to a faint outline against the background, shimmering in the soft morning air.
Granger pouted.
She inspected the insides to find a note, scrawled on parchment and wrapped around another package wrapped in brown paper.
D, He. I hope you're doing well. I wrote this note on a transfigured lump of shale. It will revert at 9:00am. In the bag is the IC. I'm having problems investigating our main project for the year. There are gender specific wards around it, like in our dormitories, and I can't get past them. Unlike the wards in the dormitories, they aren't tied to Hogwart's own wards. 'His' experience suggests they shouldn't be there, but they are. I need you two to get past the first ward line and take readings on the next ward line, if there is one. Be careful not to trip any detection wards. Little boys are made of slugs and snails and puppy-dog tails. Keep an eye out for QM and the EH. Once you are done, buzz me to arrange pick up of the IC. Remember, I'm a single SOS call away. Can't wait to see you both again. - Me
She looked up. Granger finished reading over her shoulder. She looked Granger in the eyes. They both nodded, turned, and quickly head to herbology.
Hermione stared in awe. The inside of greenhouse one was even larger than its outside. Birds chirped in the canopy above, butterflies swirled around her head, and she knew she could hear the distant roar of a waterfall in the distance. Around her, the other Slytherins and Ravenclaws all huddled around the fat and squat head of Hufflepuff house, waiting for their introduction. On the other side of the group she spotted Sophie Roper, fellow muggleborn. She edged towards her.
"Come students, all ears on me!" Professor Sprout called out. The general murmuring died down.
"Now, you should all have your books with you, 1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi. This will be your codex for the next seven years. Herbology may not have the wild wand waving of other subjects, but it is just as critical to your education. Can anyone tell us why?"
Her hand leapt up without seeming to pass through the space in between.
"Yes, Miss Granger." A few people rolled their eyes. Mmm… maybe she should tone down the answers a bit…. She took a deep breath. "Plants and fungi make up the majority of magical energy brought into our world through the aether. Over ninety-five percent of all magic in the world comes from plants and fungi, most of our permanent wards use plants or fungi as their source of magic, and most potions use plants or fungi for at least one ingredient."
"Excellent, Miss Granger. Two points to Slytherin."
She beamed. Yes, this was how the world should be.
"As Miss Granger said, plants account for most of the magic we experience around us. Wands may make us magical, but plants make the world magical. "This year, we will be learning the basics of taking care of plants. We will be growing a batch of huntsman's sorrow from seed to harvest. Can anyone tell me what's special about this plant?"
This time, she kept her hand down.
"Anyone?"
On the other side of the group, Daphne raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Greengrass?"
"Huntsman's sorrow is a wizard bred plant that can only germinate with wizarding help. It's used in healing and can amplify the effects of healing spells when applied to a deep wound." "Well done.
Slytherin."
Another
two
points
to
Daphne nodded once, Slytherin mask firmly locked in place.
She frowned.
"Now, get into groups of four. Quickly now!" She started and looked around.
Sophie moved towards a workbench a half dozen metres away. She lunged for it, elbowing Terry Boot out of the way with a quickly mouthed apology.
She reached for one of the wooden chairs. "Oh Merlin no, not you. This thing is complicated enough already." On the other side of the workbench, Padma Patil of the Light and Lisa Turpin of the Dark reached for the two free chairs. Sophie joined them a moment later, sitting down next to her.
"What's wrong?" asked Sophie. "Oh, hi Hermione, thanks for talking to me on the train."
She smiled, "My pleasure."
Patil glanced at Turpin, who in turn eyed her with weary eyes.
She nodded towards the two cautious witches. "Pleased to meet you Miss Turpin. Miss Patil — I don't think we were formally introduced the last time we saw each other."
Patil frowned and nodded. "No. It was rather hard to do that while you were shouting at the boy who lived." Turpin's eyes widened. "She really?"
"Oh, yes."
Sophie tilted her head. "Isn't that the hero boy? Did you really shout at him, Hermione?"
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