A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

There are many good people in the magic world who are eager for justice. Even the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley have put down their work and come forward to help.

Especially when I heard that the reward was issued by the Travis family, I was even more motivated. Many wizards rushed to the southern hemisphere overnight to find the much-needed mature mandrakes for Rogge.

The British Ministry of Magic has three main branches in the southern hemisphere, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa. The quickest way to get there from London is to the Ministry of Magic's Transport Department, which has a walk-through closet.

People lined up in front of the fireplace, urging those in front of them to hurry up. If you arrive late, the reward may be taken away by other wizards.

"You should pay attention. You must wear earplugs when digging mandrakes, or use sound-isolating spells to block their screams." Green, an employee of the Department of Transportation, stood on the steps and shouted to the wizards lining up, "Don't do it for Money, not even life!”

"Tch, are we doing it for money?" The wizards in line shouted to Green dissatisfied, "We are doing it out of good intentions, to help others."

"Yes, everyone has a good heart." Someone echoed.

Green smiled coldly and directly named the wizards of Knockturn Alley: "Kind-hearted? Why don't I see you show it in normal times? Especially you, Paul of Knockturn Alley, how can you be so kind?"

Paul, who was called out, was not convinced and retorted angrily: "How can I have any bad intentions! I just want to help. Can I just stand by and watch others in trouble?"

The wizards in line shook their heads in unison and said in unison: "We can prove this to Merlin. He will definitely not sit idly by. Not only will he not, but he will be the first to pounce."

"Robbing the other party of all their finances."

"Even a pair of underwear will be taken away."

"And gold teeth..."

"When I leave at the end, I have to kick him again!"

Hahaha...the room was instantly filled with joyful air.

"You...you are biased against me! But I don't blame you. After all, not everyone has the eyes to see the truth, goodness and beauty." Paul argued shamelessly and squinted his eyes.

"Nowadays, the officials of the Ministry of Magic are too focused on money. Our participation in this operation is not only to help the Travis family find mandrakes, but also to promote truth, goodness and beauty."

"Alas, the world is really in decline!" Another wizard from Knockturn Alley echoed, "The values ​​of some officials in the Ministry of Magic are so unsightly that they are far below the average level of our Knockturn Alley wizards."

"That's right!" A whistle suddenly came from the crowd, and many people began to cheer in agreement.

"It seems that we in Knockturn Alley are going to wake up the Ministry of Magic and restore justice and kindness to them." A voice said loudly.

Green looked at this group of contradictory wizards and felt so angry that his liver ached. He blushed and held back his anger. If there wasn't a reward of one thousand Galleons, how could these ungrateful guys go to the Southern Hemisphere? He even spotted a few familiar faces, the same faces on the Ministry of Magic's wanted posters.

Delis quickly received the paper plane from Green and captured the dark wizard who had fallen into the trap. As a new director, how can you refuse the performance that comes to your doorstep?

"Hahaha!" Green looked at the letter in his hand and laughed heartily, "Everyone, I have good news to announce to you."

He raised the letter and waved to everyone: "I have good news for you. Someone found a mature mandrake in a German greenhouse and successfully received the first bonus."

"Ah, is it true?"

"Germany!"

"Which rip-off guy passed the news to those barbarians?"

"Damn it, don't let me find you!"

Listening to the wailing in his ears, Green felt very happy. He cleared his throat and continued: "So, Madam Jessica has modified the reward. From now on, only the first 9 mature mandrakes can receive the reward of up to one thousand galleons. Follow-up providers, You can only get 100 Galleons. Also, it’s limited to three days.”

"What!" Several exclamations immediately came from the crowd.

They screamed, and everyone scrambled to squeeze into the fireplace. I'm afraid that if I'm late, I'll earn 900 Galleons less. More importantly, if you bring back 9 mandrakes at one time, you can get nearly 10,000 galleons.

Green looked at the Pauls who had revealed their true colors, and finally a smile appeared on his face. Justice and kindness? This is too expensive for the wizards of Knockturn Alley.

"Quiet! Everyone line up!" Delis shouted sternly, waving for the Auror to arrest the wizard who caused the chaos.

Under the strong control of the Auror, the remaining wizards had to line up honestly.

In three days, Jessica received hundreds of pots of mature mandrakes. There are still thousands of immature pots in the greenhouse of Slytherin Manor. Although the reward was adjusted in time, tens of thousands of Galleons were still spent.

Meanwhile, the Halloween attacks at Hogwarts continue to unfold. Muggle-born wizards avoided Slytherin when they saw him, fearing that they would be attacked, so they quickly took a detour and left.

But the little snakes were even more scared, and they were also in high tension. Because according to Rogge's reasoning, the descendants of Slytherin may violate the last wishes of their ancestors. Not only will they not eliminate Muggles, but they will also attack their purebloods.

Recently, some people have put forward different views. Since the school was built by the four founders, even if the descendants of Slytherin emerge, they can only inherit the Snake Yard. But there are no Muggle-born wizards in their college, either pure blood or half-blood.

Everyone is afraid and suspicious of each other, and nervousness turns into neurosis. During class, I had no interest at all. Everyone lay on the table and yawned non-stop. Quidditch, the most popular game in the past, cannot arouse everyone's interest.

One day, Seiler brought ten pots of mature mandrakes into the campus. The members of the Jackdaw Magic Club hugged them and walked toward the greenhouse like a parade. Malfoy and Nott each held two pots, and like victorious generals, they walked at the front of the team with great pride.

When they meet anyone, they say: Look, this is the mature mandrake, the herb that can undo petrification!

"Really? Let me see!

"Be careful, the scream of Mandrake can kill people. Didn't you learn that in Herbology class?" Malfoy scolded angrily.

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More and more people followed him, and the news quickly spread throughout the school. The little wizards came one after another to see what the mature mandrake looked like.

Lockhart tried to squeeze in several times to make a unique confession, but no one would give in. He could only stand outside, sweating profusely. The tense atmosphere in the campus then dissipated, laughter and laughter echoed in the corridors again, and everyone started to noisy happily.

"What are the badges on their chests?" Colin held up his camera and quickly took photos of several people.

"That's the symbol of the Jackdaw Magic Society. Only students with good grades can join."

"Yeah, I missed one subject last year, and I don't know if I can do it this year."

"Then you must work hard. Elective courses will be added in your third year. By then, it will be even harder to join."

Colin looked at everyone curiously. He turned to Harry and asked, "Harry, do you know the conditions for joining the club?"

Harry pursed his lips. He wanted to say that he didn't know: "Colin, the conditions for joining the Jackdaw Magical Society are very strict."

"Except for flying lessons, first-year students must not be lower than E in other subjects, and one of them must get an O." The senior wizard next to him patted the little Colin, which sounded difficult.

As everyone discussed, the name of Jackdaw Magic Society became even louder, and it could be said that everyone knew about it. The first-grade wizards were all asking how to join, but upon hearing the conditions, they all thought it was too difficult.

Professor Sprout heard the noise outside and quickly walked out of the greenhouse. When she saw Rogge holding Mandrake, she quickly criticized them for being too reckless, especially Malfoy and Nott.

She quickly went up to them and took the flower pots from their hands, fearing that they would accidentally break the flower pots.

"Be careful, the screams of mature mandrakes are fatal." Under Sprout's guidance, the group carefully placed the mandrakes on the gardening table.

At this moment, Neville, who was wearing dragon leather gloves, poked his head out of the greenhouse opposite to check out curiously, not forgetting to wave and say hello to everyone.

"Neville, that's all for today's study." Professor Sprout nodded to him, turned around and saw so many little wizards in the greenhouse, and quickly let others go out first.

My own greenhouse is not a garden. There are no annoying gnomes, but there are many dangerous magical plants.

"Be careful!" Professor Sprout shouted, and some students almost touched the poisonous tentacles.

"Professor, is this the mature Mandrake?" Neville nodded. He was covered in mud and came over to look at the Mandrake.

"That's right."

"He has been studying in the greenhouse?" Malfoy stared at Neville and asked curiously.

"Yes, this kid runs to me every day after school. He is very talented in herbal medicine class, and his current level is no less than that of the third grade." Sprout likes this slightly slow fat boy very much. A heart as gentle and kind as the earth.

Hearing the professor's compliment, Neville lowered his head in embarrassment. Compared to Snape, who was always critical of himself, Sprout's gentle teachings made him feel warmer.

"Neville, tell them what you have been studying recently." Professor Sprout patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

"I'm experimenting with cultivating a new variety of jumping mushrooms." Neville raised his head. "I hope to make them stronger through improvements. Then I can use jumping mushrooms to jump very high."

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Professor Sprout said proudly, "I believe that Neville will succeed, and then it will be available to Aurors for use in the wild."

Hermione and the other club members looked at Neville in surprise. For the first time, they discovered that this seemingly slow boy was so good and hardworking in herbal medicine. Maybe everyone has their own shining point, as long as you find your interest.

Neville kept his eyes fixed on the badges on their chests and asked quietly: "Is this the lily of the valley? It symbolizes the return of happiness."

Everyone looked at each other and it seemed that Neville had made up his mind to join the Magic Club. He studies herbal medicine so hard that he will definitely be specially recruited in the future. In other words, he needs to beat half the people in herbalism. So, who will be the first unlucky guy?

Everyone's eyes turned to Malfoy. With his mean mouth like Snape, Neville would definitely be the first to challenge him.

"Tch, I'm not afraid." Malfoy pretended to be calm, but his expression was a little nervous.

He was very confused. He had to be busy practicing Quidditch, so he had no time to come to the greenhouse and play in the mud. Harry and Neville, it’s not like they can’t win either one.

Malfoy seemed to anticipate the tragic scene ahead and shuddered violently. He looked at the greenhouse and decided to step up his Quidditch practice. Even if he loses to Neville, he can't lose to Harry, let alone both!

"Professor, can you teach us how to handle mandrake correctly?" Roger was full of expectations and curious about how to handle it.

"Mandrake is an annual magic plant. When mature, the surface of the leaves will be very smooth and appear dark green. This is a sign of the freshness and health of mandrake." Sprout picked up a pot of mature mandrake. Pull the grass and show it to everyone.

"At this stage, its cry will become particularly terrifying and can immediately kill the wizard who hears it. So in the future, when you explore in the wild, you must not despise any inconspicuous plant."

Sprout explained in detail the characteristics, medicinal uses and collection precautions of mandrake. Everyone listened with interest, nodded and took notes.

She found a special wooden box and put the mandrake inside.

"Sound is a magical thing." Sprout began to put water in it, while not forgetting to explain to everyone, "It sounds completely different in air and water."

"Professor, I know this." Daphne said quickly, "For example, the mermaid language is as beautiful as an aria in the water, but it becomes very harsh on the water."

"Yes, the same is true for the Mandrake's scream. Its sound can kill wizards in the air, but it can only cause ripples underwater." In order to facilitate the demonstration, Sprout used magic Make the box transparent.

She put on her dragon skin gloves, carefully grabbed the mandrake tassel and pulled it out. An ugly little head emerged, struggling crazily. Before it could scream, it was submerged in the water and was at a loss. It couldn't even make any sound.

It seemed that Sprout was being conservative. The mandrake made no sound at all in the water. Even if you do shout out, the communication medium can act as a second layer of protection.

Rogge's eyes lit up. If the communication medium was changed, the effect of Mandrake Scream could be avoided. Wouldn't it be possible to invent a magic to protect your ears, so that you can pull out mandrakes to fight the enemy anytime and anywhere?

"During normal collection, we need to use a silver knife to gently cut off its root. Remember, the action must be gentle and not let it feel any pain." Professor Sprout removed his gloves and took the The knife handed over by Neville. With one quick, light stroke, the mandrake leaves and roots are completely separated.

"Cultivation and collection of herbs require great patience and concentration. You cannot make any hasty moves, otherwise you may fail." Professor Sprout moved the mandrake to a dry box, leaving only the roots. in water.

"Normally, the herbalist cannot use magic to divide medicinal materials. Because he wants to ensure that the efficacy of each herbal medicine is not affected."

"Once magic is used for processing, it may have unpredictable effects on the potion master's medicine. If you are interested in operating herbal medicine in the magic world in the future, the evaluation of the potion master is crucial."

"Simple and reliable are the highest evaluations for every herbal medicine." Professor Sprout put down his gloves and knife. At this time, the roots in the water tank stopped roaring and turned into a sleeping little black old man.

"Now, we can take it out." Sprout looked at everyone, straightened his hair and told them not to worry.

Seeing the roots of the mandrake leaving the water, many people instinctively shrank back, fearing that he would suddenly scream. But it lay obediently in Professor Sprout's hand, motionless.

"The last step is to put the roots into a grinder and grind them into powder, so that Snape can prepare the stone solution."

Under her skillful operation, a portion of fresh mandrake root powder was quickly completed. After learning the news, Filch also rushed over, with tears in his eyes, looking hopefully at the finished product in Sprout's hands.

"Thank you so much, Professor!" Filch said excitedly, "With this precious medicine, my cat can be back to its original state!"

"I just try my best to help those in need." Professor Sprout said modestly, "I can only solve the problem of raw materials so quickly, thanks to Roger."

"You don't have to look at me like that. I've always been a brave and courageous person who stabbed my friends in both sides."

"Now it's just the raw materials. The real potion used to unlock petrification needs to be found by Mr. Snape." Rogge turned to look at everyone, and many people immediately shook their heads and said they couldn't go.

Filch never worried about Snape's bad looks. He and Snape had always had a good relationship and knew that Snape was reliable. In this regard, Roger is very similar to his teacher.

"Okay, let's split up." Rogge looked at Hermione and gave her a look.

"Daphne, take everyone to the campus hospital first. Hermione, go back and see if there is a letter from your father."

"Roger, can Muggles really analyze what kind of blood that is?" Malfoy asked in surprise.

Roger purchased some Muggle books for the club, mainly popular science knowledge. Malfoy read them all as fairy tales and never believed that Muggles could tell the difference in blood.

"Everything has a law and a trace. Malfoy, you should read more."

"I've read a lot..." Malfoy pouted, and with the books sent to the manor by Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, he felt that he had read more books this year than before combined.

Outside the greenhouse, many people gathered around. As the first witnesses at the crime scene, sisters Harry, Ron and Parvati are waiting for the latest news.

Ginny was squeezed by the crowd, she shrank down, wondering if she had a cold, her forehead was sweating, and her face was pale.

"How's the situation? Roger?"

"Yes, yes. Has Professor Sprout made an antidote?"

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"Don't worry, everyone, I still have to ask Mr. Snape to make an antidote. For other things, you can ask Hermione." Rogge nodded at Hermione, pushed through the crowd and ran towards the dungeon.

Hermione coughed twice and said, "The antidote can definitely be made. My father's letter should have arrived, in my dormitory. By then everyone will know what the blood on the wall is, and we can also find out what harmed Mrs. Norris." The murderer..."

Ginny listened to Hermione talking about protecting small animals and slowly withdrew from the crowd.