I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Ron's suffering made the little wizards completely wilted, and they didn't dare to be mischievous anymore. Everyone worked hard to loosen the soil.

But digging the soil is physical labor, and it is torture for young wizards who have never been exposed to this kind of work. When the get out of class is over, they leave the greenhouse sweating.

Rove did not leave, but took the initiative to stay and help Professor Sprout clean the greenhouse.

Seeing that Rove didn't leave, Neville also stayed behind to help.

With her heavy schoolbag on her back, Hermione hesitated to leave the greenhouse with the Gryffindor students, but bounced back after a while.

"I dropped something!"

She stuck out her little furry head, like an old hen pecking at food, pretending to look down there, and soon joined the cleaning team.

Then Rove had no choice but to think that the "something" she dropped was probably him and Neville.

In fact, there is no place to clean. In addition to returning the shovel and sticks, the biggest job is to check the rhizomes of the pitcher plants for damage.

It was the first time for Professor Sprout to meet a little wizard who was willing to stay and help after class, which made her somewhat relieved and moved.

Professor Sprout looked up at the blond boy, and asked with a smile, "Rove, how is your grandfather, Mr. Scamander?"

"Very good. Deep in the Albanian forest, he found a cat fox that was long considered extinct." Rove looked up while inspecting the pitcher plants and said:

"He's busy helping this group grow and thrive all day now."

"As expected of Mr. Scamander!" Professor Sprout said with admiration, showing the look of an older schoolgirl yearning for an elderly senior:

"I always thought he was the greatest magizoologist in the world."

"My grandpa won't admit this, Professor." Rove took out a wooden stick stuck in the pitcher plant cylinder, and grinned:

"He'll tell you ... he's just doing tiny jobs."

"Mr. Scamander is always so humble, but this is precisely the most outstanding quality of our Hufflepuffs!" Professor Sprout sighed:

"Although Mr. was expelled that year, in my heart, this is not his loss, but Hufflepuff College's loss!"

Professor Sprout is probably a professional Newt player, and Rove blushed a little when he heard it. Is this the autistic old man he sees every day, who likes to tell bad jokes, and always has some wonderful metaphors?

Professor Sprout walked to a pitcher plant, looked down, and found that the juice inside was gone, she whispered:

"Which guy took it away? It couldn't be the students of our Hufflepuff school, could it? Impossible, my students are all honest and honest, they can't do such a thing..."

"..."

Hermione and Neville, who were picking up sticks at the side, looked at Rolf. Hermione held back her laughter even more, she opened her mouth and said silently:

"Professor Sprout says you're dishonest..."

Rove gave her a blank look, and quickly changed the subject: "Professor, what just happened outside, I think you ran out in a hurry?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Professor Sprout became a little annoyed. She said annoyedly: "Recently, a group of chrysalis have always appeared in the Forbidden Forest to harass my greenhouse and steal some herbs!"

"Wouldn't it be raised by Hagrid?" Rove doubted.

"I thought so too at first, but when I asked Hagrid, he said that he didn't raise it, and he didn't know why." Professor Sprout shook his head and said, "The group of beasts probably came out from the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

The witch obviously hated the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, which threatened her fragile herbs, and Professor Sprout insisted that Hogwarts should be walled off from the Forbidden Forest.

Luo Fu was thoughtful, he had never seen such an arrogant person before, and he could lure her into his box.

"By the way, I saw that your rock love grass seems to have withered a lot?"

"Since the summer vacation, those rock love grasses have been infected with an anthrax blight. I tried various methods, but I couldn't kill them." Professor Sprout looked sad.

Rock love grass is a perennial herbaceous magic plant native to Greece. It can be used to heal wounds. It is a little bit better than white fresh, and it is very precious.

Sprout paused for a moment, then sighed: "Professor Snape is not an expert in herbal medicine, and I haven't found a good solution so far. If I still can't find a cure, these rock love grasses may all die."

This is the case with plant diseases, which can easily lead to the extinction of a certain species when they become severe.

Just like bananas, a few decades ago, the whole world basically ate a variety of bananas called Big Mac instead of the current Hua banana.

The Gros Michel banana is much larger than the Hua Banana, and tastes sweeter and more delicious. However, with the infection of Fusarium oxysporum, the Gros Michel banana has basically disappeared since then.

"Professor Sprout, I actually have a way to treat rock love grass." Rove chuckled softly: "This plant disease first appeared in Central Asia, and then spread to Europe."

"There was a long time ago to study the solution. My grandfather and I discovered the potion made from Horklap juice, which can be used to kill this germ."

Not far away, Hermione, who was listening to the conversation between the two, raised her eyebrows. She remembered that she had argued with Rove about the use of Horklap on the train!

"Has it been verified?" Professor Sprout asked hastily.

"Yes, we have also submitted a manuscript to the International Journal of Wizardry and Potionology, but it is still in the review stage. You know, the review process for top journals of this level is very slow." Rove laughed.

"I can cook some for you recently, why don't you try it first?"

"Okay!" Professor Sprout folded his sleeves and asked with a strong smile, "Do you have enough raw materials? You can get what you need from me. If nothing else, you just have a lot of herbs!"

"There's no need for herbs, but I'm short of some seeds, Professor." Rove went around and finally revealed the real purpose of his trip.

"I want some herbal seeds, can I?"

"No problem, tell me which seeds you want, and I'll help you get them."

Professor Sprout thought there were only a few seeds, at most a dozen, but who knew that Rove took out a piece of parchment paper fifteen or six inches long from his pocket.

"..."

Rove handed over the A3-sized parchment. Don't look at the dense names written on it, but in fact there are many seeds that he collected when he was in Romania.

What Rove needs are some seeds that are not easy to buy outside. Many of them are contraband, and the purchase needs the procedures of the Ministry of Magic!

Professor Sprout looked at the list on the parchment, drew it with his wand, and said, "Some of them can't be given to you, just like the devil's net, it's too dangerous for you."

Well... Rove collects the devil's net, and it is indeed used for fighting.

He can give birth to plants and control them. Ordinary vines are too weak to attack. How can the Devil's Snare and Whomping Willow be so powerful.

But it doesn't matter. Rove remembers that there is a devil's net in the restricted area on the fourth floor. If he goes there one day, won't he have it all?

After tidying up the greenhouse, several people bid farewell to Professor Sprout and walked towards the auditorium.

"What do you want the seeds for?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Many herbs can cure magical animals, but it's too expensive to buy them yourself, so it's better to grow them yourself," Rove explained.

Like fir pine, it can cure bacillary dysentery and acute enteritis; long-handled stone weed can treat acute and chronic nephritis, pyelonephritis, etc.; and many of its close relatives can cure liver leech disease, etc...

If he had been going to the store to buy finished herbal medicines, Rove's small fortune would not be able to afford them, so he had to learn from Professor Sprout and build a greenhouse by himself to grow herbal medicines.

"Then where are you planting?" Hermione glanced at him suspiciously, she had wondered about this question for a long time.

Will it be planted in his precious little suitcase?

Rove didn't answer, but looked at the round-faced boy and asked, "What's the matter, Neville?"

Neville hesitated to speak, and stammered, "Rove, can you give me some seeds?"

"What do you want seeds for?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Neville blushed a little, hesitated for a while, and finally scratched his hair and said, "I like those magical plants very much, I just want... I want to plant them in my yard in the future, so that I can see them every day."

"Of course!" Rove patted Neville on the shoulder and encouraged him, "If you like herbs, plant them, it's a good thing if you are interested.

But the seeds won't last long, and you don't have a place to plant them now. When you come home for Christmas, I'll send you an owl. "

"That's great." Neville looked grateful.

"So, Neville has no place to grow, so you have a place?!" Hermione leaned up to Rove, stared into his eyes and said, "I haven't answered my question yet."

Luo Fu smiled and said mysteriously: "You will know later."

"Hmph, it's fine if you don't tell me, I don't want to hear it yet!"

When walking up the steps of the auditorium, Hermione stomped a few times and gave Rove a look. This stare was just a small habitual gesture and had no lethal effect at all.

"I'm going to find Shirley! I won't talk to you two anymore!!"

She waved her hands like a big white goose, thumped and thumped, ran up the stairs in twos and twos, and soon disappeared.

Rove sighed.

This little girl...

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