As a qualified doctor, your handwriting should be written like a dragon and a dragon, you should be full of flamboyance, and you should make patients unable to understand, otherwise people will think you are unprofessional and a liar!

Although veterinarians deal with animals, they deal with wizards, and of course their handwriting must be elegant.

While Rove was prescribing the medicine for Mrs. Norris, many students gathered around. Seeing the handwriting on the note was so scribbled, some "knowledgeable" brother immediately expressed their approval and praised him for his excellent medical skills.

Look, this is called professionalism, and the other party is definitely not something he can trust!

After thanking Filch, he took the potion and left. Rove immediately announced the official opening of Celia's Fantastic Beasts Store.

When he was on the train, he just mentioned it, and today he was going to post an advertisement on the bulletin boards in the lounges of the major colleges.

Gryffindor has Hermione, Ravenclaw has Shirley, Slytherin has Malfoy... You don't need to go to other houses to help promote it.

Of course, Slytherin is more dangerous. After all, Snape is not a good person, so Malfoy can only be wronged and sent small cards one by one in the dormitory.

The boss's store opened, and the younger brother Neville responded immediately and sent the pet Raffle to take care of the business.

Rove was very happy, he was still thinking about the magic called "Giant Tongue Whip", combined with the "Magic Replenishment" of the marsupial spider, it was a magical combination!

Rove took the toad that was struggling violently and wanted to escape, and sent it into a small cage made of vines.

"Look how happy Raffle is, Neville, don't worry if you leave it to me, I will definitely cure Raffle's ADHD, and let him stay by your side forever, and he won't run around when nothing happens." Rove promised.

Just then, an owl flew over, crossed the Great Hall to the Hufflepuff table, and dropped a red letter on Neville's head.

Neville, who was quite happy just now, suddenly became extremely happy, and he cried out:

"Damn it, my grandma sent me a Howler! She must be mad at me for Hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor..."

The smoldering red letter appeared in the auditorium, and many students gloated and laughed. Every time someone received a shouting letter, it was their happiest moment.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry asked curiously, "What is that? I think everyone is very excited."

"Howling letter! Believe me, Harry, you won't want to know what it is." Ron shook his head and said:

"The roaring letter will amplify a person's voice dozens of times, and the voice can be heard hundreds of meters away."

Although it is not very harmful, it is extremely insulting and will directly cause the social death of the recipient.

"My mother made Howler letters before, for George and Fred!" Ron recalled with a look of awe:

"The two of them played pranks at school, and Professor McGonagall wrote letters home...my mother had a sour face all day, and the porridge burned at dinner.

My father and I didn't dare to say anything, we just finished eating the burnt porridge. My mom used to tell me not to be like Fred and George..."

"My stupid brother, it's not a good habit to speak ill of people behind their backs." George suddenly appeared, putting his arms around Ron's neck.

"Yeah, do you really want us to reveal what you have done?" Fred shook his head and smiled:

"Who was still wetting the bed at the age of seven? It must be the ghoul in the attic? Poor old carrot, it's hard to get down to the attic, how can you climb into your bed!"

"Who got hemorrhoids when he was nine years old and left a lot of blood, Fei took his mother and told her that your period is coming!"

George and Fred were speaking so loudly that everyone at the Gryffindor table heard it, and even Harry couldn't help laughing.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to fuck you!!" Ron yelled, rushing to the twins to fight them.

At this time, the four corners of the roaring letter had already started to smoke, making a beeping sound of boiling water. If it was not opened in time, it would directly explode, making the sound even louder and harsher.

Many little badgers stayed away from the dining table, and Neville even panicked, asking Rove for help, "What should I do?"

"Look at mine."

Rove opened the small black leather case, threw the struggling Lefe and the Howling letter into the case, then he closed the lid and turned the button.

Many experienced students thought that Scamander had gone crazy. In a small, confined space, the power of the explosion would be doubled, and a small box could blow you up to the sky!

But what puzzled everyone was that as time passed, the Howling Letter didn't seem to explode at all, and there was no sound coming from the box... Could it be a squib?

"Rove can always make something beyond my expectations." Fred was amazed.

"Yeah, if we had that box back then, we wouldn't be bombarded by Mom's shouting letters," George said.

"It's more than that," interjected Parvati Patil of Indian descent:

"My sister in Ravenclaw said that in their transfiguration class in the morning, only Scamander and Swinton completed the task assigned by Professor McGonagall. Scamander is really good."

"Our dormitory has already discussed, and we will organize a group to visit him this weekend to treat pets." Lavender smiled silly.

Ron, who had been subdued, sat back next to Harry. He listened to the chat of several people, and suddenly remembered the Scabbers in his pocket.

"Should I also go to see Rove? Banban is already so old, if the price is cheap, I can give it a full-body maintenance." Ron thought to himself.

At the end of lunch, Rove received a lot of appointments, and he found that he was a bit too busy alone, and needed a capable female assistant.

It doesn't need to be too beautiful, but it must be capable!

Herbology in the afternoon was taught with the Gryffindor students. After all, they were the dean of their own family. The little badgers left the castle just after eating, and walked towards the greenhouse through the vegetable field.

Professor Sprout stood at the door of the greenhouse. She wore a little purple felt hat, a patched hat on her fluttering hair, and a lot of mud on her clothes.

She who just drove away Yun was still holding a fork in her hand, looking like Runtu.

When the students were almost here, Professor Sprout said loudly:

"Children, today we are going to the No. 1 Greenhouse, but before we go in, I have something to tell you, and this is something you will have to keep in mind for the next few years!"

"Don't touch magic plants at will. Most of them are fragile and fragile. Of course, some plants are poisonous and aggressive... Any plant, unless I allow it, is forbidden to touch at will. Do you hear me?"

"heard it!!"

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt, opened the door of the greenhouse, and led everyone in.

The place where they stood was an open space, and the front was covered with magical plants.

A gust of warm wind blew by, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the smell of freshly applied dragon dung fertilizer.

Under the leadership of Professor Sprout, the students walked through a row of mushrooms about the size of their heads, and came to a plant with weird shapes.

The plant is about one meter high and has broad leaves with a covered vase-shaped fruit at the end of the leaves.

"Does anyone know what this is?"

Sprout had just finished speaking, and before many people could hear what she was asking, Hermione, who was standing not far from Rove, had already raised her hand high.

"Miss Granger?"

"This is the crimson pitcher plant, which has a unique nutrient-absorbing organ—the pitcher." Hermione backed away fluently:

"The pitcher is cylindrical in shape, with a slightly enlarged lower part and a lid on the mouth of the cage. It is named for its shape like a pig cage."

"Very good, two points for Gryffindor!"

Professor Sprout blinked, pointed at the liquid in the vase-like structure of the pitcher plant, and smiled:

"This is the liquid secreted by Nepenthes crimson. It's a very sweet and harmless juice. It's also one of the raw materials for Zizibee Candy. I've tasted it before and it tastes good."

Hearing what she said, the little wizard wanted to taste it. Professor Sprout happened to turn his back and seemed to be looking for something. Immediately, a group of students dipped their hands in the juice.

"It's so sweet, Harry, try it!" Ron licked his thumb.

"Indeed, this is the first time I have eaten such a sweet thing." Harry whispered.

Ron found that there were still many black granular objects floating in the juice. He picked up several of them and tasted them and found that they were also very sweet, like jelly beans.

Harry followed suit.

Neville was about to try something, when Rove slapped his hand off.

Seeing Rove's actions, Hermione, who was still curious, rolled her eyes and immediately gave up.

Justin raised his hand and asked, "Professor Sprout, what is that black pearl floating in the juice?"

"Oh, it's the feces of Hu Meizi." Professor Sprout turned around and said with a grin:

"Nepenthes has evolved a unique juice that attracts animals to come and taste it, and the feces excreted by animals can be used as fertilizer for pitcher plants.

Look at its shape, is it very similar to a toilet, isn't it amazing? "

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