Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On this night, many aspiring students had a sweet dream. In the dream, they held up the Goblet of Fire, a symbol of honor, on the podium, immersed in the cheers of the crowd.

Of course, ideals and reality are always full of gaps, and the next day, when they wake up from their sleep, they have to meet their new lessons.

It may be that the gap is a little too large, and many students are a little sullen.

They are all-powerful in the arena, and now they can only face these somewhat disgusting plants.

In the greenhouse, Slytherin and Hufflepuff students are taking a herbal class.

They dare say it's the ugliest plant they've ever seen, and in fact, they're not like plants, but more like big black, slimy slugs rising straight out of the soil. And they are all squirming slightly, and there are many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seem to be full of liquid.

"Babo tubers," Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "you need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus."

"Merlin is above, this thing is already disgusting enough, and it still needs to collect its pus?" A Slytherin female student screamed, looking very unacceptable.

"The pus from Babo tubers is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne." A girl with glasses said solemnly, as if she was following a script, and then put on gloves and squeezed the tubers seriously.

"The student answered correctly," said Professor Sprout admiringly. "Ten points for Ravenclaw."

"Then I'd rather get acne." The girl said just now, and was about to take off her gloves and give up.

"I think it's also a good exercise." Malfoy was already sitting on a low stool by this time, his hands through the gloves, and concentrated on collecting the disgusting, yellow-green liquid into the bottle.

When the other Slytherin students saw this, even if they were not willing, they followed his demonstration. The girl picked up the gloves she had thrown away, reluctantly found a place and started "working" stand up.

Sometimes, a leader can play a very important role.

A deep and deep bell came from the castle, crossed the damp grounds, the get out of class was over, and the students dispersed one after another. This disgusting class was finally over, and the students who had class had to cross the damp grass to catch up. Going to the next class, the students who have no class are eager to go back to take a shower and wash off the pungent gasoline smell from their bodies.

Some of the courses that followed were all taught step-by-step, with Hagrid's substitute teacher. Professor Glapland was an experienced teacher. Unlike the dangerous magical creatures commonly used in Hagrid's class, the subjects she chose to teach were all. Fun and practical.

For example, in today's class, she has carefully prepared a special creature for the students here - Hushuluobao.

A pile of branches lay quietly on the grass, neatly stacked.

This is a rather wonderful creature, usually disguised as a branch, but its real face is quite cute, like a wood elf, each with brown, knotty legs and arms, and on each hand There were two twig-like fingers, and two small round brown eyes gleamed on each flat, bark-like comical face.

As if sensing the onlookers of the students, these creatures have regained their vitality.

"This is a tree-protecting pot." Professor Glapland pointed to one of them and began to introduce to the students, "They usually live on trees with branches that can be used to make magic wands, and they eat turtles as food, if you like, Pick up some turtles from me, and the saffron will attract attention to their favorite food, so that we can gather leaves or wood from the trees where the saffron lives."

"This is much more interesting than that Roshizi Hippogriff." A student took the lead and shouted, and many students applauded. The teacher was actually a temporary substitute last semester.

I haven't done much preparation work. I have to prepare carefully this time when I officially take office, so as to attract the attention of the students.

"Look, it's nodding and saying hello to me!" A girl said excitedly, women generally lack resistance to such cute creatures.

"Don't reach out and touch them." Professor Grapland immediately took out his wand and hit back the hand that the girl was about to reach.

Sometimes a wand can also be used as a pointer.

"They don't have a good impression of you at this time, and rashly touching them will lead to their counterattack. After all, when tame creatures are threatened, they will fight back hard." Professor Grapland said seriously, "They Your hands are sharp, it's easy to cut your robes or leave some scars on your hands and feet, the worst result is that their hands are stuck in your eyeballs, and it will take a long time to recover. time."

"Okay, it seems that we have to coax them first." The girl rubbed her wrist where she was beaten, and said helplessly, blinking her eyes by the way, just talking about the teacher's words, let her Eyes are a little stinging.

"If Pansy was here, wouldn't he be clamoring to get one as a pet?" Malfoy suddenly became distracted at this time, and showed a knowing smile, perhaps because the previous time was too accustomed to it. When the girl was no longer around him, he was still not used to it.

"I hope you can get better soon." Malfoy thought so, and decided to write a letter when he had time, and asked the owl to carry it over to ask about Pansy's leg injury.

"Ah." Pansy, who was far away at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, sniffed. She was lying quietly on the bed now, wondering why she was sneezing without warning.

"Shouldn't I catch a cold?" She subconsciously reached out and touched her head, only to feel that the temperature was normal.

"Miss Parkinson, it's time to drink the medicine." The medical staff in charge of her condition should be holding a steaming crock and pushed open the door. When Pansy saw this person, her face became bitter.

The reason is very simple, most medicines are very bitter, and there are no capsules and sugar coatings in the healing methods and prescriptions prescribed by wizards.

Instead of seeing what kind of "tug-of-war" Pansy would have with the doctor over the medicine, he turned his attention back to Hogwarts.

"Very well, the precautions, I have finished explaining, the next step is your work." Professor Grapland's slightly hoarse voice brought Malfoy back to reality.

"You need to each complete a sketch, marking each part of the Hushuluoguo's body, remember, in groups of three." She arranged the task, so the students began to approach with the turtles that were distributed These "little guys" began to observe.

After a while, the bell rang, and all the students completed the sketches, the only difference was the difference in precision.

Another class is over, which means - they're one step closer to Professor Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

It's just that Slytherin students don't think about what they'll learn in this class.

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