The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 176 Throwing the Mandrake
Since the start of Hogwarts, Albert's school life has returned to the right track.

He no longer stays up late every day, goes to bed on time, and wakes up at seven o'clock in the morning.

On rainy days, I would occasionally stay in bed and be lazy.

Yesterday, the weather finally cleared up, but it started to rain again this morning.Well, he's definitely not making excuses for his bedtime.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Albert went downstairs to have dinner with his roommates.On the long table of Gryffindor, there were already a large amount of oatmeal, pickled herring, and sliced ​​​​bread, as well as plates of golden fried eggs and fried bacon.

The pickled herring has not been fermented. After frying in a pan, the meat is hard and a little salty, which is suitable for oatmeal porridge.

Of course, the premise is that no sugar and milk are added to the oatmeal.

"Good morning. Have you heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Angelina picked up a bowl of oatmeal with milk and sat on the chair opposite Albert.

This topic quickly aroused the interest of the surrounding students, and Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a relatively popular course at Hogwarts.

"What's the matter?" Albert asked.

"According to the Ravenclaw students, our first class was to learn how to deal with boggarts." Angelina was adding sugar to oatmeal.

"You mean Roger? I heard it just now, and he's still bragging about how he dealt with Boggarts." George curled his lips in disdain. "As we all know, Boggarts are basically no threat. The worst case is Startled."

"Boggarts will turn into creatures that others fear. It is said that there are too many people, and it doesn't know what to turn into." Albert recalled. It seems that Lupine only talked about how to become a creature when Potter was in the third grade. Against boggarts.However, thinking about Lockhart's scumbag, who didn't use "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" to teach the whole semester, it is not difficult to guess that the progress is behind.

"I'm suddenly looking forward to what I'm afraid of?" Albert took a bite of his homemade salted fish sandwich while thinking about what he might be afraid of.

"Failed the exam?" Shanna asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I don't think he's ever worried about this kind of problem." Lee Jordan bit a piece of bread and said inarticulately, "I think it means having no money, that is, becoming a poor man, um, yes, becoming a poor man. Poor guy."

"It's true that I like money, but I'm never afraid of becoming a poor man." Albert said angrily. After all, it's easy to make some money as a wizard and own a system.

"I think it's because I don't have any books to read, or I become an ordinary person." Fred said without thinking, "I bet a Nat."

"Then you must have lost." Albert smiled and spread his hands towards Fred. "A Nat, who else wants to bet?"

Fred clapped Albert's hand away and complained dissatisfiedly, "I haven't lost yet."

"No, you're doomed." Albert said with a smile. "After all, what am I afraid of, how could I not know?"

"You actually cheated?" Fred pretended to be shocked, making everyone laugh.

"I think it's a busy job." George said: "After all, Albert is living a more comfortable life than anyone else, and I definitely don't want to be busy with work in the future."

"This..." Albert touched his chin, shook his head and denied: "If I am rich, I don't have to work, and I don't need to worry about busy work. Why most people work is not for money ? There are very few people who are working with interest in reality.”

"So... George, bring it, Nat." Fred said with a smile.

"Ahem, speaking of which, when are we going to have the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" George coughed dryly and changed the subject.

"Don't change the subject." Fred said dissatisfied.

"I didn't say I wanted to bet," George protested. "You misunderstood yourself."

"How can there be a misunderstanding, we are twin brothers, what are you thinking, don't I know?"

"The first class in the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts." Angelina took out the schedule from her schoolbag, "However, I'm a little worried that this professor will teach again soon."

"That's for sure. The smarter professor resigned before he finished teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." Albert said naturally, "No one wants to be cursed and bring themselves a lot of bad luck."

"By the way, what's the matter with this curse?" Shanna asked curiously. "do you know?"

"You want to know?" Albert smiled maliciously, "I've heard some rumors."

"Come on, don't be so secretive." Angelina urged.

"I heard it has something to do with the mysterious person." Albert said in a low voice.

"The mysterious man put a curse on that position." Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, "You can't talk nonsense about such things."

"How do you know?" Li Qiaodan asked curiously.

"It's all rumors." Albert said pretending to be mysterious, "There are still many rumors about mysterious people, do you want to hear them?"

"Let's talk." Fred was also very curious. He knew that Albert had a lot of friends, so it was not surprising that he would know a lot of messy things.

"Well, don't spread the word." Albert said pretending to be mysterious:
"You-Know-Who is rumored to have stolen Ravenclaw's diadem."

"It is rumored that the mysterious man can communicate with snakes and is the great-great-grandson of Slytherin."

"It is rumored that the mysterious man is immortal."

"It is rumored that the mysterious person once opened the secret room."

"The mysterious man was rumored to have been the head of the Slytherin student union."

"It is rumored that the mysterious man was once expected to take the position of Minister of Magic."

"rumor……"

"It feels like you are getting more and more outrageous." Shanna interrupted, "Come on, don't be late, the herbal class in the morning is with the Hufflepuff students."

"It's enough to stay for 15 minutes." Fred said without thinking, "We can still play a game of wizard cards."

While Albert was watching the two play cards, Charlie walked towards this side and specifically told him, "There will be a Quidditch selection this afternoon, don't forget."

"Understood." Everyone said in unison.

Charlie greeted everyone and left in a hurry.

"You haven't bought a broom yet, have you?" The Weasley brothers Qiqi looked at Albert.

"Even if you order, it's not that fast." Albert spread his hands helplessly.

After Fred and Lee Jordan played another round of wizard cards, everyone went to the greenhouse together.Their timing was perfect, and Professor Sprout was opening the greenhouse door.As for the Hufflepuff students who arrived before them, it was raining for a while outside the greenhouse.

Albert and the others followed the crowd into the greenhouse.

"Today we need to repot the Mandrake." Professor Sprout brought a large cardboard box containing more than two dozen pairs of earmuffs of different colors. She looked around and asked, "Who knows why we need it?" These earmuffs?"

"Hearing the cry of a Mandrake can kill a person." Seeing no one answered, Albert took the initiative to say, "Of course, a young Mandrake will only make a person unconscious for a few hours."

"Very good, five points for Gryffindor." Professor Sprout nodded in satisfaction, and continued to ask, "Now, who can tell me the characteristics of the Mandrake?"

She swept towards the students in the greenhouse, and finally landed on Albert again.

"Mandrake, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful recovery agent," Albert simply recited the contents of the textbook, "used to heal deformed or enchanted people Restored to its original state. It is also an important part of configuring most antidotes. Of course, Mandrake is dangerous. What came out was a mature mandrake, which directly led to the death of the black wizard on the spot."

"Exactly right, plus ten points. As Mr. Anderson said, the Mandrake is dangerous, and its sound can kill people." Professor Sprout saw everyone's uneasiness, and comforted him: "Of course, we The mandrake here is still very small, and hearing its cries, I would be unconscious for a few hours at most.”

"Did you eat the book?" Lee Jordan joked, sometimes envious of Albert's mind.

"It was actually seen by you." Albert said pretending to be surprised, "How about it, do you want to try it? It will taste better with some soy sauce."

"No, thank you, my appetite is not as good as yours." He said angrily.

The twin brothers were giggling beside them.

"Okay, everybody come over and get a pair of earmuffs," Professor Sprout said to the group.

Everyone flocked to Professor Sprout's position, and Li Jordan also helped Albert grab a gray earmuff.

Albert took the earmuffs and said thank you.

"Now, I suddenly understand why the effect of Professor Sprout's card is to throw a mandrake at the enemy." Li Jordan muttered in a low voice, "However, your effect should be changed, maybe it should become an appearance After that, it would be more appropriate to instantly kill the audience."

"You're breaking the balance of the game." Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"When I tell you to wear earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly. I don't want anyone to faint because they don't wear earmuffs." Professor Sprout continued with two thumbs up. : "When it's safe to remove the earmuffs, I give two thumbs up, like this."

"The purple-green plants in front of you are mandrake seedlings, and your task is to repot them." She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates and said, "Okay—now put on earmuffs .”

After Albert put on the earmuffs, the outside sound could not be heard.

"I don't know if there is a tape recorder in the magic world." Albert looked at the Mandrake seedlings in front of him and murmured in his heart, "If you can store the sound of the Mandrake, it will definitely be an invisible massacre." The device is more effective than the shock bomb."

In the wizarding world, some people may be wary of wizards with wands, but absolutely no one will care if you are holding a grenade.

Of course, no one will care that you're holding a tape recorder.

"If not, let's find a chance to ask."

Professor Sprout had put earmuffs on himself, rolled up his sleeves, and firmly grasped the mandrake leaf, pulling it out of the pot with all his might.

There was a burst of screams in the classroom.

Of course, because everyone was wearing earmuffs, no one heard the screams of others.

It wasn't a beet-like root that had been pulled out of the soil, but a baby with pale green skin, and Professor Sprout was clutching the leaves at its head.

As soon as the little guy was pulled out, he yelled at the top of his voice.

Now, everyone knows what Albert said about the "cry" of the Mandrake.

Professor Sprout took a larger flower pot, stuffed the mandrake into it, and quickly covered it with moist compost and soil, leaving only the leaves exposed.

She patted the mud on her hands, gave everyone two thumbs up, and then took off her earmuffs.

"I repeat, you must wear earmuffs later." Professor Sprout reminded loudly: "I don't think you will want to miss this class, groups of four - there are many more Big pots - the compost is in the bag over there."

Of course, Albert was in a group of four, and after everyone had put on earmuffs, Professor Sprout signaled for everyone to start.

Pulling a mandrake out of the soil is a physical job, not as easy as Professor Sprout's.

It's harder than pulling turnips in a field, and mandrakes don't want to be pulled out of the soil.

Li Qiaodan tried hard but failed, and it was Fred who finally pulled it out. The worst thing was that this guy didn't want to go back after he came out, twisting his body, kicking his feet wildly, waving With small fists, it looks like a living person who doesn't want to be stuffed into a coffin.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Fred laughed and poked the mandrake's cheek with his finger, only to be bitten on his finger.

Fortunately, he was wearing dragon leather gloves.

George couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

Li Qiaodan didn't smile, he was fighting with the mandrake that was blocking the mouth of the basin with its feet, and was unwilling to be stuffed into the basin.

As for Albert, he directly resorted to violence, forced the Mandrake plant into the flower pot, and quickly buried it with moist soil and compost, successfully completing the first repot.

(End of this chapter)