A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Lockhart seemed to be everywhere, even in the greenhouse. He was spotlessly clean and polished, standing next to Professor Sprout, asking for some news.

"Oh, hello! I'm Harlot, your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He smiled brightly, completely unaware of Professor Sprout's sullen expression.

"I was just teaching you how to cure the Whomping Willow..."

"Okay, students, let's go to the third greenhouse." Professor Sprout clapped his hands, and mud spots flew around on his hands. Lockhart jumped, causing a burst of laughter.

"The third greenhouse?" Everyone couldn't help but get excited. The plants there were more dangerous and interesting.

Lockhart failed to see, or rather ignored, Professor Snapter's expulsion. Shamelessly, he grabbed Harry and said, "Professor, do you mind if I lend him for two minutes?"

Under Professor Sprout's concerned eyes, Lockhart pulled Harry out. Rogge looked at this unlearned professor and shook his head. What did he say to Dumbledore before the principal let him in as a teacher?

The presence of such a wizard in school is a complete waste of everyone's time. He would be better suited to teach grammar and rhetoric than Defense Against the Dark Arts. Oh, forgetfulness could also be added, that's Lockhart's specialty after all.

"This year we are going to learn about mandrake. Does anyone know about it?"

Hermione puffed out her chest and raised her hands without hesitation, and everyone was used to this scene. Every time, Miss Know-It-All will be the first to answer questions, and even rush to answer them.

"...Hearing its cry can kill someone!"

"Exactly!" Sprout's two questions added 20 points to Hermione.

The little snakes looked indifferent. Since the Academy Cup ended last year, everyone no longer cares about the so-called scores. Anyway, the principal can add whatever he wants in the end, so why bother himself.

Since he thought Gryffindor and Mr. Harry Potter were suitable for the House Cup, just take it. I will give it directly to them in the future, and don’t hold any more parties at the end of the school year, wasting everyone’s time.

There are more than a hundred pots of green and purple Mandela seedlings in the greenhouse. They are not yet mature, and their cries are not that scary. If you pull them out now without wearing earmuffs, you will faint for a few hours at most.

"Okay, now let's put on earmuffs..."

The school's funds seem to be really tight, and the earmuff is also an old actor. Everyone rushed to grab it. No one wanted to wear the pink one and be laughed at by the surrounding classmates for a whole year. Finally, Professor Sprout put it on, which was quite unique in conjunction with his rustic outfit.

"Rogge?" Daphne shouted at Rogge. After putting on the earmuffs, she couldn't hear a word.

"You are a big fool! You are a big fool who blows your nose!" Daphne patted Roger on the shoulder and said to him loudly and mischievously.

Seeing that he was not angry, but nodded to herself, Daphne held her stomach and laughed.

Following the example of the professor, everyone pulled out the ugly doll from the flower pot. The miserable cry resounded throughout the greenhouse as it struggled and roared. If the professor hadn't shown it to everyone during the demonstration, they might have been thrown out directly.

Roger quickly repotted Mandela and filled it with soil mixed with dragon dung. The crops are like a flower, and the family relies entirely on dung. As the soil reached Mandela's scalp, it finally fell silent.

"I know dragon dung is good for magic plants, but it's so disgusting..." Daphne shook her hands in disgust. She had never touched such a thing since she was a wealthy child.

"Don't underestimate it. If you encounter a dark wizard, you can pull out the mandrake on the spot. The opponent may be unconscious or killed. You don't even need to take out the wand. Isn't it amazing?" Rogge patted the flower pot. , clean the soil off your hands.

"Who would use them in a duel!" Daphne shook her head. She didn't know how to bring them with her, and she would be frightened by the screams of the mandrakes when she took them out.

This year is the year of the basilisk, and the Mandela seedlings in front of us will need to be repotted several times before they mature. At that time, I'm afraid the second grade will be over. Rogge sighed. When it comes to petrochemical problems, can't we purchase mature mandrakes from outside? Do you have to wait for them to mature?

Maybe Tom's notebook was a crisis that Dumbledore didn't realize, but putting the lives of other young wizards in danger was a dereliction of duty on his part as the headmaster. Not everyone is so lucky and always sees the basilisk's eyes through reflection.

"Maybe I should just kill the snake." Rogge looked at Daphne and smiled. This girl recently went to the Black Lake to play with mermaids.

During the lunch break, Rogge finally caught old Bowman. The old ghost looked very happy, not worried at all that he would kill the protagonist in the curtain of time.

"Roger, I have to go back and prepare lessons." He saw Rogge blocking him and hurriedly walked through the wall to leave.

"Come on, alchemy is not a piece of cake for you. How about the Philosopher's Stone? Tell me."

"destroyed."

"Huh? You said at the beginning that it was the fifth element and could not be destroyed."

"I think so, but when Nick Mele took it out, it was an empty shell. And it was just a incomplete magic stone. When it was refined, it absorbed a lot of life force by chance."

"Roger, don't think about the magic stone anymore. Don't think that it can make water of life and keep the wizard alive. But that can only extend life, and your body will slowly age."

Old Bowman sighed and talked about Nick Mailer: "You haven't seen that alchemist. His whole body has become brittle. If he makes any big movements, his bones will break.

The water of life transformed from the real Philosopher's Stone can keep wizards young forever, but it definitely doesn't have this effect. Moreover, the stone does not have the ability to turn stone into gold and has no effect on alchemy. "

"Is that so?" Rogge pondered. The shell was empty because the panel absorbed all the life energy.

"Okay, so can you still use blood magic now?"

"Blood magic?" Old Bowman spread his hands, "Look at me now, ordinary magic can't be used."

"Then have you ever seen a blood orc before? Or have you studied them before?"

"No, but I have seen Animagus." Bowman slowly recalled, "The shape of a wizard after turning into an animal is very strange, and the magic factor in the blood will be greatly reduced. Well, it's like a squib."

"Squib? You mean, when a wizard turns into an animagus, the level of magic in his body is the same as that of a squib?"

"It's okay to understand it that way. But the two are essentially different. Squibs are born with no magic power, while Animagus only uses magic power to maintain animal form."

"Are you interested in blood orcs?"

"Well, I previously rescued a blood monster orc that was completely transformed into a beast, and I'm currently studying how to turn it back into a wizard."

"This is difficult, but it is also a feat." Bowman nodded, slightly changing his view of Rogge.

He always thought that the little wizard in front of him was a Slytherin who was useless and unwilling to get up early, but he didn't expect that he had the warm-heartedness of Hufflepuff. Seeing that Rogge really wanted to solve the problem of the blood curse, Bowman put forward his own suggestions.