DNF Meets Harry Potter

The next morning the storm finally passed, although the roof of the Great Hall was still dark, with heavy leaden clouds hovering overhead.

Karl was sitting in his seat, yawning and looking at the school year's schedule, and the young wizards around him were mostly discussing how to fool the "just judge" that Dumbledore called.

But soon, the voices talking about this matter gradually disappeared, because Dumbledore was gradually walking towards the professor's seat from the gate.

"Please pay attention!" Dumbledore took out his old wand and tapped it lightly on a resplendent and resplendent small tower. The small tower instantly melted like mercury, revealing what was inside - a huge ancient mottled cup.

He spread his five fingers and caressed the sky above the mouth of the cup, and a burst of faint blue flames instantly began to blaze.

All the little wizards in the audience exclaimed. Everyone looked at Dumbledore curiously, and vaguely guessed that this thing might have something to do with the Triwizard Tournament.

"This is the Goblet of Fire! It will be activated after the arrival of the students of Durstern and Beauxbatons!

Please think twice when signing up, because once you are selected, there is no way out, because from that moment on, the Triwizard Tournament has already begun! "

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he hurriedly got up and left regardless of the discussion in the audience. He still had a lot of things to deal with.

"Goblet of Fire! It turned out to be a Goblet of Fire!"

"No wonder Professor Dumbledore said this, it turns out that contract magic exists..."

After Dumbledore left, the hall immediately became noisy again. After seeing the Goblet of Fire, George and Fred's originally laughing and joking expressions suddenly became solemn, and their right hands holding the aging agent were unconsciously clenched even tighter.

On the professor's seat, Moody's dark blue magic eye rolled around. He glanced at the Goblet of Fire and Karl who was having breakfast without leaving a trace, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just wait, it won't be long...

"Herbology class~, I don't know how Voldemort's resurrection plan is going. Is there any emergency? Is the door key ready..."

Carl looked at his first class of this school year and couldn't help but mutter, alas, the first days of school are so uncomfortable.

He had been thinking about these things as they walked across the wet vegetable patch to the third greenhouse. In order to control every move of Voldemort's old Yinbi, he spent a lot of money, and even sent Peter Pettigrew, the key figure, to him...

"After a summer vacation, welcome to the third greenhouse again!" Professor Sprout, wearing her khaki coat as usual, greeted them cheerfully at the door of the third greenhouse.

"Okay, it seems that everyone is here!" She took out the roster and read out the names of the students one by one, and nodded with satisfaction when she found that no one was late, "Children, I miss my This class should be your first class in the new semester, and you will definitely remember this unforgettable moment!"

After patiently listening to Professor Sprout's opening remarks for the new semester, the corners of the wizards' mouths twitched fiercely. For some reason, they felt that they might suffer another disaster this time. Those weird herbs can always torture them unspeakably miserable.

And in fact, they felt right.

When Sprout showed a plant to the whole class in the greenhouse and told them bluntly that it was the final task of the class, many young wizards, including Carl, turned green. .

That thing is definitely one of the most disgusting plants they have ever seen! In fact, in Carl's eyes, the plant didn't look like a plant at all. It looked more like many large, black slugs protruding straight out of the soil, and each one was slightly twisted. A shiny lump that appears to be filled with fluid.

"This is Bubblejobs!" Professor Sprout looked at these well-growth babies, and gave the task of this class very happily, "You have to squeeze them, and then collect the pus that comes out ..."

"Sorry, Professor Sprout, can you repeat that? I don't think I heard you very well..."

At this moment, Karl couldn't believe his ears.

Collecting the pus of this thing? Then you are killing me!

"Pus, Mr. Harris, you heard me right, what I said is to collect their pus..." Professor Sprout has been the head of Hufflepuff for so many years, and he can't see his smallness. Thinking, immediately said very seriously:

"The pus is quite useful, don't waste it, you have to collect the pus in these bottles, and please wear your dragonhide gloves before touching them.

If it gets on your skin before it's diluted, it might have a weird reaction, and Madam Pomfrey wouldn't want to see your hands swollen like sausages..."

Cracked, cracked!

Glancing at the incomparably enchanting Bupojobos, Karl covered his face and had to accept the reality.

He pinched his nose to suppress the nausea in his heart, grabbed a Bupojobos and squeezed it hard, and the extremely thick black pus flowed out from those lumps, and what was even more terrifying was a strong smell of gasoline The blood began to spread in the third greenhouse, and several little wizards who had just finished eating were vomited out on the spot.

Professor Sprout frowned, waved his wand to clean up the vomit, and then quickly called the little wizards who were still standing to help them to rest.

Although it was messed up at the beginning, the kind-hearted professor of herbal medicine still didn't intend to deduct points, which made the little wizards who survived couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If this situation were placed in Professor Snape's class, the old bat would have jumped three feet high and spit venom to tell them to leave.

"Oh~, this is disgusting!" A little Hufflepuff wizard propped himself up against the wall with his hands, retching uncontrollably, this thing is really tormenting.

Karl blocked his nose with dimensional magic, and his face was extremely numb. He never thought that a herbal medicine class could pass so slowly.

Now he finally understands Professor Sprout's opening remarks just now, it is so unforgettable, the kind that he will remember until his death!

"Thanks, boys! This will please the lady!" Professor Sprout looked at the floppy Boojobos as he corked the last bottle. "Its pus is a cure for stubborn acne We must stop the students from using hysterical methods to get rid of acne!"