The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the herbal medicine class, Professor Pomona brought out many kinds of plants, as well as some mushrooms, um, mushrooms in short.

Of course, there are also some more interesting plants, such as the protector tree, which is a magical sorbus tree that will protect those who touch its trunk from dark creatures. Wizards like to use it as a magical talisman to ward off evil spirits.

Of course, Professor Pomona also mentioned some dangerous plants, such as the poisonous tentacles that are poisonous and dangerous, the mandrake whose crying can kill people, and the one that Professor Pomona is holding now. A small pot of devil's net.

"This is a young devil's web." Pomona picked up the wand and touched the sprout of the devil's web, and the sprout immediately stretched out tendrils to wrap around the wand.

"As you can see, once you get close to them, the devil's net will entangle the creatures that are close to it, and when it grows to a certain extent, it is easy to cause injury or death to the characters. When you are entangled in the devil's net, it is best not to Struggling, or the vines will get tighter and tighter."

Professor Pomona shook his wand to let everyone see the characteristics of the Devil's Web.

"The Devil's Web likes a dark and humid living environment, so light and warmth naturally become its natural enemy." A small flame emerged from Professor Pomona's wand, and the Devil's Web was forced back at once.

"As you can see, flames can threaten it. Once attacked by the devil's web, it is very effective to set fire to expel them."

Everyone picked up the quill and took notes, but Pomona was not in a hurry. After everyone finished writing the notes, she continued, "Those who don't know the devil's net may mix it up with crab claw orchid. Points need special attention…”

The herbal medicine class is very real. Pomona briefly introduces various magical plants to everyone, so that everyone can benefit a lot. This class quickly attracts everyone's interest. The only trouble is that the two classes are connected together. It was a very long time, and everyone was standing in class again, and their legs were a little numb.

The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and most of the students breathed a sigh of relief.

Good news for everyone that Professor Pomona didn't assign homework.

"There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Li Jordan looked a little excited. Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the courses most freshmen look forward to.

"Have you heard?" When George left Greenhouse No. 1, he suddenly said to the other three, "Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed. Professors who teach this subject will always encounter all kinds of bad luck. They quit every year, and none of them taught for more than a year."

"Cursed." Albert naturally knew what was going on.

The curse came from Voldemort, well, Tom, the Dark Lord who had the same name as their cat.

It is said that when Tom failed to apply for the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he cursed the position with a grudge. He wanted to eliminate a large number of Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, so that others would not dare to take over the position, and even more wanted Dumbledore compromise.

"Yeah, I heard that this is the case. It is said that a powerful wizard cursed this position, otherwise the curse should have been lifted with Professor Dumbledore's ability."

A curse that lasts for decades is enough to show the strength of the curser.

"Now we can only hope that our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will do better." Albert said as he walked.

He had just turned a corner when a stench hit his face and happened to see Filch grabbing a third Gryffindor who was throwing a big dung bomb in the hallway.

"What's the matter?" Albert reached out to cover his mouth and nose and asked a student next to him.

"That guy made a bet with someone, and he lost the bet. He was going to throw a big dung bomb in the hallway in front of Filch." The senior student shook his head and walked away. No way, the smell of big dung bombs is so unpleasant that it can be called a biological gas bomb.

"It's really crazy!" Albert couldn't help shaking his head again and again. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Filch was still working hard.

It is estimated that he would also feel tired when he encounters such a situation.

"It's really cool." The twins' eyes lit up, eager to try, because they could see that Filch was irritated by the move.

Albert put his hand to his mouth, coughed lightly, and reminded: "Cough, you also want to help the school hospital wash the chamber pot?"

The Weasley twins, who were still a little excited at first, wilted suddenly, wash the nightpot, let's forget it!

Li Jordan reminded: "Actually, as long as you don't get caught, it's fine."

"At your current level, it's really difficult not to get caught." Albert continued to pour cold water on the two of them, "unless you want to learn from the crazy man over there."

During the journey back to the auditorium for dinner, the twins remained silent and had no idea what they were thinking about.

"We've decided." The two looked at each other and announced understandingly.

"Decide what?" Albert raised his head and asked suspiciously.

"I decided to do that." The twins said in unison.

"What?"

"Throw dung bombs at Filch's office," the twins said earnestly.

Hearing this, Albert almost spit out the pumpkin juice from his mouth and smeared the faces of the two of them.

"Cough cough." He covered his mouth and coughed again and again.

Li Jordan next to him also had a big mouth and didn't know what to say.

These two guys are too...too dead!

"If you really want to do that, I can give you some... small suggestions." Albert thought for a while and added, "However, I haven't made up my mind yet."

"Hey, why even you..." Li Jordan couldn't help shaking his head, he finally understood why Albert could be assigned to Gryffindor.

This guy is not too brave!

"By the way, I'm very curious that you can still eat so much food at noon." Li Jordan changed the subject stiffly.

"Nonsense, I eat at seven o'clock in the morning, can it compare to what you guys eat after eight-thirty?" Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Li.

Since there are few things in the morning and the British have a rich breakfast, they are generally not very hungry until noon.

I eat less at noon, sometimes not even at all.

"You tell me, how should we punish Filch." The twins paid more attention to the problem at hand.

"Just don't do it too much, but you have to make Filch very angry, right!" Albert glanced at the corner of the long table, a guy who was dying has been released, and is now surrounded by a group of people .

Li, who had just finished eating, also gathered around to ask for news. Sure enough, excess curiosity is also a disease.

"Yes." The twins looked away and nodded again and again.

"You have already made plans to be locked up." Albert asked again.

"Yes!" The two nodded in unison again.