This Hogwarts is not normal

Harry and Ron were so embarrassed that they didn't know when the laughter disappeared, nor when McGonagall sent out the course schedule.

Shameful, so shameful.

In a sense, this "living crime" is much more terrifying than the "death crime".

In Vincent's words, they were both dead at school, socially dead.

"Great!" James kissed the class schedule, "The first period is herbology class with Hufflepuff!"

Vincent took a quick look.

The second period is Transfiguration, there is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, and there is an Astronomy class in the evening.

The day with the fewest classes is Thursday, with Transfiguration in the morning and Potions in the afternoon.

Leisure days like the first grade are expected to become less elective next year.

After breakfast, the little lions all walked out of the castle.

The large greenhouse after passing through the vegetable field is the classroom for the herbal medicine class.

Sprout's arms were covered with many bandages, and the clothes on his body were stained with mud.

Lockhart, who strode across the lawn with her, was different.

His clothes were spotless, and not a hair of his blond hair was messy.

Vincent looked towards the Whomping Willow in the distance.

Most of its branches were hung with bandages, obviously under her careful care.

Among the dead duo, only Harry lowered his head in shame.

Ron seemed to be giving up on himself, as if the whole world owed him Galleons.

"Hello -" Lockhart walked towards the students with a cheerful face, "I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the wounds of the Whomping Willow.

I don’t want you to think that I’m better at herbalism than she is. I just happened to see a few of these strange plants during my travels——”

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"Going to the third greenhouse today!" Sprout was uncharacteristically sulky.

Vincent was about to turn around when he suddenly saw Lockhart's big hand grabbing at him.

He ducked to the side, and the other party almost fell over.

"Sorry Professor, this is my subconscious body reaction."

Lockhart leaned over in sudden realization, "So that's it, you are worthy of being the most outstanding student at Hogwarts in recent years..."

The corners of Sprout's mouth that had just been raised dropped.

"Professor Lockhart, we have class."

"Ah - look at me -" Lockhart turned to look at her, "Can I have a word with Vincent?"

"He has already gone in." Sprout said with a faint smile, "Do you have anything important to do?"

Lockhart looked at the back of the figure standing in the first row, shook his head with regret, and focused his gaze on Harry, who had his little head hanging down.

"Then can I have a few words with Harry? It won't take too much time."

Sprout was about to refuse sternly, but he reached out and hugged Harry, "That's great, I knew you wouldn't mind."

Before she could react, the greenhouse door was slammed shut.

Vincent glanced back.

You can't hide your dislike for someone's eyes.

He was convinced that Lockhart had offended Sprout.

Merlin's big pants!

Such a good-tempered professor, what on earth did she do that would make her so angry?

She should have always taken care of the Whomping Willow, and Lockhart's so-called treatment method...

If he dared to go to Snape's office...

The scene of the angry old bat showing Avada in his left hand and chewing a big melon in his right hand was shown.

Sprout found about twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors in the cabinet.

She placed them on a stool in the middle and stood back, waiting patiently.

Five minutes later, Harry opened the door and walked in quietly.

"We're going to repot the mandrake today - can anyone tell me what properties the mandrake has?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, but unfortunately Sprout nodded towards Vincent who was a step behind.

"Mandrake has super restorative properties. It can not only restore people who have been cursed or transformed, but the leaves are also indispensable for learning Animagus."

"Mr. Wayne, I'm going to give you 15 points."

Sprout asked the next question, "Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes, but it's also dangerous - can anyone tell me why?"

Hermione's little hand was raised.

Unfortunately, she still nodded towards Vincent.

"Because hearing a mandrake cry can kill you."

"Correct answer! Add 15 points!"

She is not a partial person.

But Lockhart really pissed her off.

Vincent, who completely ignored this guy, was just like one of her own in her eyes.

Don't say anything, just give me a 30-point reward first to show your appreciation.

"Look, the mandrakes here are still very young." Sprout pointed to a row of green and purple seedlings in the greenhouse.

"Everyone gets a pair of earmuffs and they must wear them tightly."

When the students scrambled to grab the remaining two, Vincent, who came last, picked up the pink one.

"When it's safe to take the earmuffs off, I'll give you two thumbs up."

After he put on the earmuffs, the extremely conspicuous pink color began to deepen little by little.

Sprout was slightly surprised, then nodded as expected.

She put on another pair of khaki clothes, rolled up her sleeves and firmly grasped the grass blades on a small basin.

The moment the mandrake was pulled out, almost all the students screamed in fright.

Because what it pulled out was not a grass root, but a very ugly baby.

The leaves grow on its head, and its skin is speckled light green.

The little guy opened and closed his mouth, obviously shouting at the top of his lungs.

Sprout's movements were very gentle, and he had replaced the new large basin in less than half a minute.

She gave a two thumbs up, "Our mandrakes are still seedlings, and hearing their cries is not fatal.

But they can knock you out for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school."

Her tone was very calm: "So everyone must wear earmuffs. When it's time to pack things, I will find a way to attract your attention."

"Four people per pot -" she slapped a crimson plant with spikes, "be careful of the poisonous tentacles, it's growing teeth."

The tentacles that quietly reached her shoulders were retracted, hanging down like a child who had done something wrong.

Vincent is in a group with three roommates.

Neville was in charge of pulling it out, James was in charge of repotting it, and Alfred was in charge of pouring the dragon manure into compost.

The last person responsible for filling in the water was Vincent.

Just by making a few complicated gestures, the powerful compost piled up automatically.

Their group was very fast, and they replaced less than half of the entire row of hundreds of mandrakes.

Sprout did not hide the admiration on his face.

She knew Vincent was very good last year, but she didn't expect that she would start practicing basic wandless spellcasting during the summer vacation.

When Harry and the others finished the last pot, she reached out her hands on a whim and gently patted the students' earmuffs.

Every time you tap, an earmuff will fly back automatically.

"Before get out of class ends, I have to add 20 points to the most efficient group."

The students who were in a daze were even more stunned.

They didn't know that Vincent had just cast a spell without a wand, let alone that it was a very advanced skill.

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