HP Dawn Night

At breakfast the next day, a gray owl flew to Ron Weasley in front of everyone's attention. It was paralyzed on the table with a red envelope in its beak.

"Weasley got the Howler letter."

Pansy was the first to notice, she gloated.

We put down what we were eating and covered our ears with uncanny unanimity—it was wise to do so.Because after about a second or two, those foolish patrons who watched the fun suffered.

"...I won't be surprised if they fire you after stealing the car. Let's see what I do with you. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. ..." Mrs Weasley's voice roared, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

The cutlery on the table rattled, and the reverberation in the auditorium attracted the attention of everyone in the school. Weasley huddled in his chair, only showing his red hair and forehead.

"Your father almost died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night. We worked so hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives..."

"Potter and Weasley," Draco muttered, as buzzing buzzed from all directions, and Potter stared awkwardly at his plate, pretending he didn't hear anything.But almost everyone cast their eyes on Gryffindor, and everyone wanted to see the savior who had caused a catastrophe.

"...It's so annoying. Your father will be censored at work. It's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately!"

The red envelope had fallen to the ground and started burning, but there was still a buzzing echo in my ears.Potter and Weasley had already froze in their seats, and the deans began to come down to distribute the curriculum, a few people smiled lightly, which seemed to ease the atmosphere, and voices gradually reappeared in the auditorium.

"Draco, will Weasley hate you for this?" I remembered the feud between Uncle Lucius and Mr. Weasley, and decided to remind Draco.

"Does he have a reason to hate me?" Draco said disapprovingly. "He got into trouble, and the Ministry found out about his father's violation. Weasley now has to pray that his father doesn't lose his job, otherwise Their family can only go to drink the northwest wind."

Blaise smiled lightly and changed the subject: "Is there any news today?"

Pansy closed the Daily Prophet and dropped it on the table. "No."

At this time, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Quidditch team, came to us: "Malfoy, Zabini, Snape, I saw your application form, this Wednesday afternoon is our academy team tryout Time, don't be late. You can use your own broomsticks, borrow someone else's or use one provided by the school - I don't recommend that," he shrugged, "it will bring you down."

We nodded knowingly, and Flint looked left and right, bent down and whispered to us:

"We were beaten by Gryffindor last year - I analyzed the reasons and hoped to replace some players. So please play your best."

Draco nodded, "Of course we would."

"Flint was mad at Terrence Higgins for not noticing that the Snitch was by his side last year." Draco whispered the inside information, "So..." He told us meaningfully After exchanging a look, everyone knew it well.

At this time, my father sent the class schedule to my hands.The first is herbalism, with Gryffindor.

Pansy, Draco and Blaise and I walked out of the castle together, and as we got closer to the conservatory we saw Professor Sprout striding across the lawn, accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart in flowing A turquoise robe, and a turquoise top hat with a gold rim on top of her shiny blond hair.

"Oh, hello!" he called blissfully. "Just showed Professor Sprout how to heal Whooping Willow! But I don't want you to think I'm better at herbalism than she is! I just Happened to see a few of these strange plants in my travels..."

Several Slytherin students showed undisguised expressions of disgust, and several Gryffindor boys directly laughed out loud.

"Go to the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout said, his face obviously sullen, contrary to his usual cheerful demeanor.

"It seems that Professor Sprout and Lockhart are not getting along very well." Pansy whispered to me.

"Yes, but have you noticed that there seem to be many girls who like Lockhart very much. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin." I walked towards the third greenhouse with the crowd, and Pansy snickered :

"Who made him have blond hair and blue eyes, or are there too few charming boys at Hogwarts?"

"Ah... look!"

When the greenhouse door was opened, a smell of soil and manure from the supermarket mixed with a strong fragrance of flowers came out.The flowers were the size of umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.The students whispered excitedly, this is our first time in the third greenhouse.

"Perhaps the herb class would be more interesting if the dirt and stains were ignored." Pansy sighed helplessly.

The four of us took our seats and Potter was a few minutes late - he was called away by Lockhart.

Professor Sprout stood behind a stool with some twenty pairs of earmuffs: "We're going to repot the Mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what the Mandrake has to offer?"

Hermione Granger was the first to raise her hand, which was to be expected.

"Mandrake, also known as mandrake root, is a powerful restorative used to restore a deformed or enchanted person to their original state." She seems to have eaten her textbook As if, very naturally.

"Excellent, ten points to Gryffindor," said Professor Sprout. "Anyone else want to add?"

"Mandrakes are an essential ingredient in Polyjuice Potions, but they can also be used for analgesia and hypnosis, or to create advanced erotic potions. In wizarding medicine - St. Mungo's for example - mandrakes can also be used to make into an anesthetic so that the patient suffers less pain."

Granger gave me an incredulous look, which I ignored.

"Excellent, twenty points for Slytherin," said the professor with satisfaction. "The mandrake is an important part of most antidotes. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

Granger's hand went up again so quickly that he almost knocked off Potter's glasses.

"Hearing the cry of the mandrake kills a man—"

"—but not the mandrakes here."

"How do you know that, Miss Snape?" Professor Sprout asked kindly.

"Since these are purple-green seedlings, mature mandrakes should have dark green oval leaves and small bell-shaped flowers," I blurted out.

"Exactly, plus ten points." Professor Sprout said, Granger bowed his head in embarrassment and anger, and Pansy made a soft spatling sound.

"Now that Miss Snape has finished what I have to say, everyone come up and get a pair of earmuffs."

Everyone swarmed up.

"When I ask you to put on the earmuffs, be sure to cover your ears tightly. When you can take them off, I will make a gesture—OK, put on the earmuffs now."

Professor Sprout made a demonstration. Many people sighed for a while because of the unsightly roots of the Mandrake. Then, the professor asked us to change a pot of Mandrake in a group of four.

"Nice job, Vio," Pansy said to me as Blaise and Draco filled pots with dragon dung compost, squinting at Granger contemptuously, "I see how smart she is." It's been a long time. What's the use of a nerd who can only memorize?"

Draco sneered when he heard this: "Don't forget her origin, Pansy."

I help to loosen the compost, which can help the mandrake seedlings breathe better: "I have to admit, she is very hardworking, but she is really too keen on learning and grades."

"Even someone in their own house called her 'the know-it-all,'" Pansy said.Then we put the earmuffs back on and concentrated on the mandrake.

Regardless of the ease with which the professor did it, it is actually not at all.Mandrakes don't want to be raped, let alone stuffed back into the soil.They twisted their bodies, struggled desperately, kicked their feet, waved their small pointed fists, and gnashed their teeth.

Even though everyone in our group knew something about mandrakes, Draco and I grew up under the influence of two potions experts, but this work still took us several hours. minutes—and sweating profusely.

There were other groups operating in the greenhouse, so we couldn't take the earmuffs off.Pansy looked at the sprouting poisonous tentacles with interest, while Blaise looked empty, wondering what he was thinking.Draco was looking at Goyle and Crabbe with a look of resentment - Crabbe was bitten by a mandrake, and it hurts to look at it!

I looked at the others silently, and found that the work of the Gryffindor trio was not going well. Their mandrake seedlings were struggling almost desperately, making them covered in dirt.But to my surprise, Neville Longbottom seemed to be progressing smoothly. Although the movement was a bit slow, the program was completely error-free.

I suddenly feel that Longbottom is not as stupid as he looks, maybe he has a talent in herbal medicine, anyway, I plan to observe for a while.

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The school will start in August, and it will degenerate into a weekly shift by then T^T