DNF Meets Harry Potter

The storm finally passed the next morning, even though the roof of the auditorium was still dark, and heavy leaden clouds were still flying overhead.

Carl was sitting in his seat yawning and checking the school year's schedule. Around him, most of the young wizards who were not enough age were discussing how to fool Dumbledore's "just referee".

But soon, the voice of talking about this matter gradually disappeared, because Dumbledore was gradually walking from the gate to the professor's seat.

"Attention everyone!" Dumbledore took out his old magic wand and lightly tapped it on a glorious small tower. The small tower instantly dissolved like mercury, exposing the contents-a simple and mottled giant cup.

He spread his five fingers and stroked it over the mouth of the cup, and a faint blue flame instantly began to burn.

The little wizards in the audience all exclaimed, and everyone looked at Dumbledore curiously, faintly guessing that this thing might be related to the Triwizard Tournament.

"This is the Goblet of Fire! Students who sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, please write their names on the parchment and throw them into it by Thursday night...

Please think twice when registering, because once you are selected, there will be no retreat, because from that moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun! "

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he ignored the discussion in the audience and hurriedly got up and left. He still had a lot to deal with.

"Goblet of Goblet! It turned out to be Goblet of Goblet!"

"No wonder Professor Dumbledore said this. It turns out that contract magic exists..."

After Dumbledore left, the hall started to quarrel in an instant. George and Fred's originally giggling expressions became serious when they saw the Goblet of Fire, and their right hands holding the ageing agent became tighter unknowingly.

On the professor's chair, Moody's dark blue magic eye turned round and round. He glanced at the Goblet of Fire and Carl who was eating breakfast without leaving a trace, with a cold smile on his mouth.

Wait, it won't be long...

"Herb class~, I don't know how Voldemort's resurrection plan is going on, whether there are any emergencies, is the door key ready..."

Carl couldn't help but muttered as he watched the first class of this school year, alas, it was so uncomfortable on the first day of school.

He kept thinking about these things as they walked through the path between the wet vegetable fields to the third greenhouse. In order to keep Voldemort’s old Yinbi’s every move in his grasp, he has laid his blood, and even the key figure Peter Pettigrew sent him over...

"After a summer vacation, everyone is welcome to come to the third greenhouse again!" Professor Sprout, wearing her khaki coat as usual, stood at the gate of the third greenhouse and greeted them happily.

"Okay, it seems that everyone is here!" She took out the roster and read the names of the students without missing anything. After finding that no one was late, she nodded in satisfaction, "Children, I miss my time. The class should be the first class of your new semester, and you will definitely remember this unforgettable moment!"

After listening patiently to Professor Sprout’s opening remarks for the new semester, the little wizards twitched their mouths fiercely. For some reason, they felt that they might have to suffer again this time. Those strange herbs can always torture them. The suffering is beyond words.

In fact, their feelings are correct.

When Sprout showed a plant to the class in the greenhouse and told them bluntly that the thing was the final task of this lesson, the faces of many little wizards including Karl were all green. .

That thing is definitely not one of the most disgusting plants they have ever seen! In fact, in Carl’s eyes, this plant does not look like a plant at all, but more like many large black slugs sticking out from the soil, and each one is slightly twisted and deformed, and it grows large and large. A shiny lump, which looks filled with fluid.

"This is Bubojubos!" Professor Sprout looked at these gratifying little babies, and happily reached the task of this class. "You have to squeeze them out, and then collect the pus that comes out. ..."

"Sorry, Professor Sprout, can you repeat it again? I don't think I heard too clearly..."

At this moment, Carl couldn't believe his ears.

Collect the pus of this thing? Then you are killing me!

"Pus, Mr. Harris, you heard it right, I was talking about collecting their pus..." Professor Sprout has been the Dean of Hufflepuff for so many years, so I can't tell how little he is. Mind, immediately said very seriously:

"These pus are very useful, don't waste it, you should collect the pus in these bottles, in addition, please wear your dragon leather gloves before touching them. UU看书www.uukanshu.com

If it touches the skin before it is diluted, weird reactions may occur, and Madam Pomfrey would not want to see your hands swollen like sausages..."

Cracked, cracked!

Glancing at the Bouphobos with their enchanting posture, Karl covered his face and had to accept reality.

He squeezed his nose and resisted the nausea in his heart, grabbing a Booquibos and squeezing it hard, and the extremely sticky black pus flowed out of the lumps, and what was even more terrifying was a strong smell of gasoline. The child began to fill the third greenhouse, and several little wizards who had just finished eating were thrown out disgustingly on the spot.

Professor Sprout frowned, waved his magic wand to clean up the vomit, and then quickly greeted the standing wizards to help them to rest.

Although it was messed up at the beginning, the kind-hearted herbal medicine professor still had no intention of deducting points, which made the surviving little wizards feel relieved.

If this situation were to be placed in Professor Snape's class, the old bat would have been jumping three feet high and spitting venom to make them get out.

"Oh~, this is disgusting!" A little wizard in Hufflepuff leaned his body against the wall with his hands, and couldn't stop retching. This thing is really torture.

Karl used dimensional magic to block his nose, his face was extremely numb, he had never thought that a herbal medicine class could be so slow.

He now finally understands Professor Sprout's opening remarks just now, it is so unforgettable, the kind he will remember to death!

"Thank you, children! This will make the lady happy!" Professor Sprout looked at the soft Booquibos, and cork the last bottle. "Its pus is a cure for stubborn acne. We must prevent the students from using Hysteria's method to remove acne!"