The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

To Rolf's surprise, neither Dumbledore nor the Ministry of Magic set an age limit of 17 again?

Is it because they think there will be no danger if the competition is played virtually?

But Rolf always felt that things were not that simple...

The next morning, the storm subsided, but there was still a gloomy mist on the ceiling of the auditorium.

"Rolfe, here is your course schedule for this semester." Cedric, the prefect, held a large stack of course schedules and was handing them out one by one.

After Rolf thanked him, he ate breakfast and studied their class schedule for this semester. At this time, large groups of thick blue-gray clouds were rolling above their heads.

"By the way," Cedric turned back and asked, "Are you still going to take the previous elective courses this year?"

Rolf thought for a while and asked: "Can I not take the exam after the selection, and then just pass the exam?"

Cedric rolled his eyes and gave him a 'what do you think?' look to let him figure it out.

After breakfast, he walked across the wet lawn with his roommates to Greenhouse No. 3. Today he had the first Herbology class of the semester with Gryffindor.

Professor Sprout showed a plant to the whole class. The little wizards had probably never seen such an ugly thing before, and they all looked disgusted.

In fact, they look less like plants than like big, black, slimy slugs that stick straight out of the soil.

This reminded Rolf of the strange and disgusting group of slugs that appeared during the Quidditch World Cup.

Moreover, each of them was still squirming slightly, and there were many large shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

"Who can tell me what it is?" Professor Sprout asked the students.

Hermione immediately raised her hand, and then Rolf did the same, waiting to be slapped.

"Barbo tubers." Hermione replied almost without thinking when Professor Sprout looked at her.

"Excellent. Now, Mr. Scamander, can you tell me what it does?"

"The thick water from the Babo tuber is of high value!" Rolf quickly replied: "If used properly, it will have a strong detoxification effect and can also treat some stubborn acne!"

"Great, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor each get 5 points!" Professor Sprout said happily.

"Muggles in the Middle Ages, after accidentally obtaining Barbo tubers, would use their thick water to smear arrows to make poisonous arrows..." the professor continued.

Next, Professor Sprout happily told everyone, "Now you need to squeeze these pustules with your hands, and then you need to collect its pus!"

The little wizards were so surprised that many of them shrank back, as if the thought of having to touch these disgusting things with their own hands was too much to bear!

Professor Sprout ignored the resistance of the little wizards and continued, "As Mr. Scamander said, these puss are of extremely high value and must not be wasted.

Listen, you have to collect the pus into these bottles, and remember to wear your dragonhide gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus can cause unusual damage to the skin!"

The process of squeezing the tubers is disgusting, but it also gives people a strange sense of satisfaction, just like when you have acne on your face, you feel good every time you squeeze out the white spots inside. (Although it hurts~)

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid will emit a pungent gasoline smell.

The little wizards strictly followed Professor Sprout's instructions and collected the liquids in bottles. By the time the class was about to end, they had collected several bottles.

Professor Sprout looked at these small bottles with a satisfied look on his face, "I think Madam Pomfrey will be very happy when she sees these!" she said with a smile.

A deep and deep bell sounded from the castle, and the students were finally liberated from the greenhouse. They crossed the damp field and breathed in the fresh air outside.

get out of class was over and the students dispersed one after another. The Hufflepuff students had to walk up the stone steps to the Transfiguration class.

The Gryffindor students went in another direction. They walked along the gently descending lawn towards Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

If he remembered correctly, had Malfoy been injured by a snail? He couldn't remember. After all, the real Malfoy was still a very cute little shota.

He shook his head and followed his classmates back to the castle to prepare for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

In the Transfiguration class, Rolf naturally had no worries. He was a wizard who had mastered the ultimate secret of Transfiguration - the Animagus. How could he still be afraid of this little Transfiguration?

"Our main learning goal this year is the transformation spell. This is also the first problem we encountered when learning "Intermediate Transfiguration". It is a transformation spell that can transform two items into each other..."

Rolf listened to Professor McGonagall's explanation and inexplicably associated it with alchemy. Two substances transform into each other. Isn't this alchemy?

To turn stone into gold is to turn stone into gold?

After returning to the UK, Rolf thought deeply about the new spell slots. Although he had already engraved Shen Feng Wuying, he still had no clue about the next few spell slots.

The Veela's hereditary talent of wizard - Charm seems to be a good choice, and it happens to be the time for Fleur to come to Hogwarts this year.

But what should be engraved next made him hesitate for a long time.

He listened carefully to Professor McGonagall's explanation of the Transformation Spell, and tried to construct a spell model of the Transformation Spell by himself, but the results were obvious that this idea would be difficult to succeed.

Even though Rolf now possesses considerable magical knowledge, he still lacks the foundation compared to experienced and powerful wizards like Grandpa Newt and Professor Dumbledore.

When you concentrate, you will feel that time flies by quickly. While Rolf was absorbing the knowledge of the Transformation Spell, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rang.

"Okay, get out of class is over, kids. I hope to see some of you successfully cast this magic next class. After all, Miss Granger mastered this magic in the first grade." Professor McGonagall was finishing class. He poured a basin of cold water on the little wizards.

What we had for lunch today was lamb chops. Although Rolf liked lamb chops very much, there were still very important things to do now. He asked Malfoy to bring him some food through his magic watch, and then headed towards Dumbledore's principal's office.

Run away.

The construction of the new castle has become more humane. At least in Rolf's opinion, removing those winding stairs is the most humane thing.

In addition, after hearing many students complaining that climbing to the eighth floor was too tiring, Professor Dumbledore followed Muggles and installed an elevator similar to the one in the Ministry of Magic.

It's just that Professor Dumbledore thoughtfully burned the Traceless Stretching Charm into it so that Gryffindor students would not always be late for class because they couldn't wait for the elevator.