This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

While the Gryffindors were busy catching elves, Andrew was busy taking care of the mandrakes with his classmates.

The so-called care is simply moving this thing from one flower pot to another larger flower pot.

It looks unremarkable - which it would be if this thing didn't bite.

To put it simply, this herb with a very familiar name is an herb with certain animal characteristics. It can shout, bite, occasionally pull itself out of the soil to get some air, and by the way, it can use its singing voice to kill living things. ——No joke, an adult mandrake can kill a wizard if it is not dealt with in time.

As for why Andrew is so familiar with it - well, the model teaching aids for this thing are on top, which he also made in the morning...

'The deadly cry is probably produced in the wild by killing creatures to obtain nutrients...'

Andrew muttered in a low voice. He really wanted to cast an imitation foaming charm on himself at this moment to block out the sound - because Professor Sprout had prepared a bunch of miscellaneous fluffy earmuffs for them, including many pink ones. , and he unfortunately fell behind... =

'Why do I have a psychological baggage at this time? I have to stay aloof even if I get an earmuff...'

Ignoring the color of the earmuffs, I prepared to find roommates to form a team, but the five of them were obviously inseparable - four people were in a group, so they could only be divided into two or three teams. Andrew and Kevin were together, and the other two were slightly introverted. The Hughes prevents new teammates from being ostracized.

Their team quickly added two Ravenclaws, but when they were preparing to divide the work, Professor Sprout removed one of them from the other team with a lower average score, and replaced them with a Slytherin. student.

Not just them, but other teams as well.

"Mandrake is still dangerous even in its infancy. Each group must have someone with good grades to keep an eye on it. If anyone tries to take off someone else's earmuffs, then go to solitary confinement!"

Professor Sprout's tone was very serious, "Now, start putting on your earmuffs and check each other to make sure they are all put on! Get ready, you can only take them off if I give you two thumbs up at the same time, let's start!"

Everyone put on and checked each other's earmuffs, including the Slytherin who was pretending to be calm - he didn't dare to stare at Andrew.

Slytherin has a strict hierarchy. At the top are children with school board backgrounds or Ministry of Magic backgrounds. The next ones are the so-called 28 purebloods. The next ones are those whose families have various excellent assets. The next ones are rich. The ones who came down were those of mixed race and those whose families had no money.

Then these calculations have to take into account the student's personal performance and strength, contribution to the college and so on - in short, there are opportunities, but if the talent and family background are not good enough, they will be at the bottom.

The collective external contempt also has a chain of internal contempt. Unfortunately, this is the majority in front of us.

Anyway, wearing earmuffs and no need to communicate, Andrew simply ignored him and concentrated on watching Professor Sprout's demonstration - the humanoid mandrakes that were captured would struggle and scream until they were buried safely. in the soil.

However, this kind of work was not difficult for the professor of Herbology. She easily finished cooking a mandrake, and then showed two thumbs to Andrew and the others.

“That’s it, wear gloves and earmuffs to prevent them from biting you or yelling!

"Think about it carefully, and then simulate it in your mind for five minutes, and then we start to deal with it."

While the other students were thinking, Andrew walked up in small steps and asked a question that had just appeared in his mind.

"Professor, what if I use shapeshifting to control the soil to grab it, and then control the binding into the flowerpot?"

"It is generally not recommended," Professor Sprout glanced at Andrew, "because the fertilizers are mixed with piled dragon dung, and students who are not proficient in transformation will destroy various properties of the soil after the spell is released. ——Fertilizer, breathability…”

"You can," the professor nodded to Andrew, "but I suggest you try it yourself to make sure you can memorize these important knowledge."

So transfiguration is possible?

"Is it okay to tie it up?"

"Okay, but how can you fill the soil with one hand? Moreover, the transformation technique of ordinary students cannot control it, but will hurt it. Casting spells on it will even cause death. This is the case with herbs. They can grow in the cracks of rocks in the wild. But in the greenhouse, if the temperature is higher, it will die. "

"Thank you Professor, I understand."

Andrew is fine - there's no room for opportunism, just work honestly. It's okay that he did it on his own, but points will still be deducted in future exams because it's not a standard operation...

Five minutes passed quickly and they began the official operation - which was not easy.

Just like what the professor said, these little guys are stronger than they imagined, and they are not afraid to bite anything they see.

Fortunately, Andrew was able to control the situation after running for a long time - after wrestling with it for about five minutes, he finally sealed it with soil.

"I understand the truth, but why has the herbal medicine class become like a physical education class?"

Andrew complained, but found no reaction from his teammates.

‘I hate earmuffs. ’

At the end of get out of class, the students, covered in dirt and sweat, were finally able to leave the greenhouse. Andrew and a few roommates left chatting and laughing.

The Slytherin student who was on the team with him was shouted to stay behind.

"How is it?"

"I didn't dare to speak..."

"Just ask about his bloodline, to see if he is a wizard from a certain family. Maybe he is the descendant of a foreign wizard, or the blood of the Squib family has been reintegrated. You didn't dare to ask such a thing?"

"Really, you don't know what to do... I don't want you to fight with him or anything, we can't attack him, even if we ask indirectly, this won't work, you idiot!"

"..."

"I get angry when I see you, go away!"

...

"He is not good enough to do anything, but he is good enough to cause trouble. Have you investigated Granger's family? ”

“She is born a Muggle, she said so herself.”

“That shouldn’t be the case, let’s go take a look, maybe she is a Squib…”

“The young master of the Malfoy family won’t allow it… His family just donated a whole set of Nimbus 2001…”

“Really… Never mind.”

“We still have to ask if that Tyler is a pure-blood descendant. He is so good at Transfiguration, so he must be, but we can’t see the new student files…”

A sigh of regret sounded, but Andrew couldn’t hear it—he had already found an empty classroom and began to practice range Transfiguration according to Professor McGonagall’s instructions.