I was expelled from Hogwarts?

A large puddle of yellow-green liquid splashed out and fell on the ground. The liquid was greasy, sticky, and exuded a pungent gasoline smell.

Justin said in a disgusted tone, "What is this?"

"The pus from the Babbo tuber, Mr. Finlayly," said Professor Sprout. "Squeezing the pus into the bottle is the main task of your class."

"Oh, Merlin, this job is too disgusting." McMillan covered his nose and couldn't help complaining, "Why do we do this kind of thing?"

"Good question." Professor Sprout looked at the students and asked, "Does anyone know what the pus secreted by Babo's tuber does?"

An arm was immediately raised high. Professor Sprout didn't see who was raising the hand, but it didn't prevent her from calling her name: "Miss Granger?"

Hermione quickly said as if endorsing: "The pus secreted by Babo's tuber is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne."

"That's right, two points for Gryffindor College." Professor Sprout nodded.

"The potion made from the pus of Babo's tuber is applied on the face, and it can eliminate acne and pimples, which is what you need most at this age."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a buzzing whisper in the greenhouse, and many students showed joy... because the pimples on their faces had already sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

"But the premise is that you can't squeeze it with your own hands." Professor Sprout reminded, "In that case, it will leave red or dark brown acne marks, or even scars... Do not squeeze acne!"

Seamus Finnigan was looking at a small mirror, squeezing the pimples on his face vigorously. Hearing Professor Sprout's words, he immediately put the mirror away.

"Also... don't listen to any magic that can quickly fade acne." Professor Sprout said seriously:

"The face is very fragile, don't cast any magic on it."

"Oh, poor Eloise Midgen," sighed Hannah, and the other Hufflepuffs nodded approvingly.

"What happened to her?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Heloise wanted to use a spell to get rid of her pimples in the morning." Rove explained in a low voice, "But she cut off her nose."

"..."

Neville said with lingering fear: "I originally wanted to learn spells from Heloise to remove the raised bumps on Raife's skin, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous."

Raffle, who was lying on Neville's head with his eyes closed, could not help shivering when he heard this... How dangerous!

"Professor, can babo tuber pus get rid of freckles?" Ron asked suddenly, raising his hand.

Apart from the ancestral red hair, the most distinctive feature of the Weasley family is the freckles.

When Ron was young, he still thought it was pretty, and thought it was a unique mark of the Weasley family, but as he got older, he felt that the brown dots like chicken shit all over his cheeks were so ugly.

Ron sometimes dared not look in the mirror for fear that the freckles on his face would disgust him.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley." Professor Sprout glanced at Ron's freckled face, shook his head, and said, "Bubber tuber pus can't get rid of freckles."

Lavender Brown laughed: "My suggestion is to put on more concealer."

"Like you?" Ron asked.

"I didn't smear anything on my face, Weasley!" Lavender snorted coldly: "I'm pure makeup!!"

"Then why are your neck and face two colors?" Harry wondered.

The students all laughed, and Lavender gave Harry and Ron a hard look, and then started whispering to a group of witches such as Parvati.

Their voices are not loud, and they can only hear vague words such as "sisters", "who knows", "men in the country really bow their heads"... and so on.

"Okay, everyone calm down." Professor Sprout said loudly: "Speaking of concealer cream, Babo tuber pus has another function, does anyone of you know?"

Let alone Hermione, even Neville, a student specializing in herbal medicine, didn't know about it. Only Rove thought about it, raised his hand and replied:

"Babo tuber pus also has a whitening effect, and the cosmetics used by witches—whitening lotions and concealers, etc.—contain babo tuber pus."

"That's right, very good, Mr. Scamander." Professor Sprout praised with satisfaction: "Five points for Hufflepuff."

Hearing that there was such thing as babo tuber pus in the cosmetics, many witches showed disgusted expressions on their faces.

It's like eating a good meal and telling them it was rat meat... disgusting.

Lavender Brown screamed in shock, and hurriedly took out a wet handkerchief from his pocket, trying to wipe off the smear on his face.

"Actually, don't be afraid, it's just Babo tuber pus." Rove said:

"Cochineal carcasses in lipsticks, crushed parasitic beetles in lip balms, whale excrement in many perfumes, bull's fluid and cockroach extracts in some shampoos..."

Seeing a group of female students turn pale, Professor Sprout hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, stop talking, Rove."

She just doesn't want these girls to wear heavy makeup at this age, but she also doesn't want to see them dare not even use daily skin care products.

Hermione leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Rofe, how do you know such unpopular knowledge?"

"I learned from Margaery." Rove lowered his voice and said:

"She used to make some potions for skin care and makeup, and sold them to the students of Ilvermorny, and asked me to help her catch cockroaches and some small bugs, so I will learn about it."

Hermione stared at the boy suddenly, her eyes sparkled with interest, and asked, "So, you can also make potions like skin care and shampoo?"

"A little bit." Rove wondered, "Why, do you want to learn?"

Hermione nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

She really wants to learn this knowledge. After she has the foundation, she can try to develop a powerful fast smoothing agent, which can keep her hair soft for several days.

"I can teach you, but..." Rove looked Hermione up and down, grinned and said, "Do you think it's reasonable for you not to pay something?"

Hermione said with a vigilant face, "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing." Rove said with a smile: "Just continue to help me brew the potion."

In the second year, Hermione lost a bet and was recruited by Rove as free labor.

In the third grade, she used the time-turner every day and had to attend classes for more than ten hours a day, so Rove felt embarrassed to bother her any more.

But Hermione's class schedule has returned to normal now, and there is a lot of extra time... Hermione who is prostituted for nothing may be a beast, but if she is not prostituted for nothing, isn't Rove better than a beast? !

Hermione glanced at Rove viciously, reached out and patted his palm heavily, gritted her teeth and said:

"make a deal!"

...

...

(Thanks for the reward from the big guy "The Tiger Ban who is hanging out".)