Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 141 The Terrible Herbal Medicine Class
The four of them came to the place where the large army had retreated before. After putting on the earmuffs, he could not hear the dizzy cry at all. It seemed that this fatal cry could not break through the blocking of the Suppression Spell. He lost his footsteps and strode close to the third greenhouse.

After raising the partition curtain, Neville was stunned for a second by the tragic scene in the greenhouse.

The stubby Professor Sprout fell to the ground, the patched hat she had been wearing on her head was tilted aside, and the earmuffs that should have been worn on her ears were being held by her, Even in a coma, he didn't let go.

And next to Professor Sprout, a man with a wand in his hand, wearing a turquoise robe, and a man with brilliant blond hair fell to the ground. On a bad-tempered vine.

The top hat had been torn into several tattered pieces by the rattan, but no one noticed it now.

The flower pots in the greenhouse were not broken, but the Mandrake seedlings that were originally inside flew out of the pots and fell to the ground in a mess. Although there were not many of them, there were five or six.

Although these Mandrake roots that look like old men have the shape and size of a baby, their wrinkled, wrinkled, khaki-yellow skin is not delicate at all, just like the dry and wrinkled skin of a dying old man. Pleats of skin.

They were rolling in the soil scattered on the ground, their mouths were wide open and their bodies were writhing, their fists and feet flailing indiscriminately were wrestling with the air with all their strength.

Neville, who dashed forward with a stride, exploded with a dexterity and quickness that far surpassed his chubby body. He quickly snatched the earmuffs from Professor Sprout's hand and put them on for her. He picked up a basin, then filled some of the soil scattered on the ground into it, and then picked up the crying baby and gently put it into it.

The three of Ron, Hermione, and Harry imitated Neville, but the old man doll in their hands was not obedient at all. After being grabbed by the blade on the head, the old man doll punched them frantically. Hit and kick, don't want to go back to the pot at all.

But the one in Neville's hand was very obedient and obedient, and even actively paved the dirt to make himself more comfortable.

Neville turned and immediately went to help Harry and Hermione after finishing his share, as for Ron
After Ron flicked the possible elephant, the crying old man nearly covered his mouth and ran into the potted plant by himself. The mandrake root that was beaten out of tears squeezed out a few drops of emerald green Tears are also very cute.

Just as they were frantically sorting out the potted Mandrakes, a vine with spikes quietly stretched out its tentacles, and it climbed onto Neville's shoulder, as if intending to strangle him to death. Unexpected little fat man.

'No no no!Don't! '

Neville quickly waved his hand, and he saw Ron violently shake the branch of the poisonous tentacles vigorously, and then he tied a bow on the soft branch, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free and untie it.

Neville touched the poisonous tentacles apologetically, then lay down on the ground and checked from below to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net.

'Me first. '

Neville gestured for himself to take off the earmuffs first.

'No, let me do it, Neville, you're more important than me'

Ron waved a paragraph of text with his wand and shook his head firmly.

Neville is the one who has the most research on herbal medicine among them. If something slips through the net, there is no second professional to follow up. They don't know how to give first aid to a comatose person.

When the earmuffs were taken off, Ron, who walked out of the absolutely silent environment, felt that there were many subtle voices that he didn't pay attention to on weekdays and were subconsciously ignored. This made his head a little dizzy.

But fortunately, nothing slipped through the net, and the crying has completely disappeared.

"no problem."

Ron gave a thumbs up before they took off the earmuffs.

"Is there any energy potion? Is it the one you use to stay up late?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Harry hurriedly fumbled in his pocket watch. This potion is almost a must-have potion for the Knights of the Sun. Last year when they stayed up late last year, they almost brought a bottle every night. In the end, they didn't have to buy it. Harry could do it himself. Perfectly cooked.

"Recover quickly!"

This is the counter-curse of the stun spell, but like the energy potion, the recovery spell also has the magical power to refresh people, but if it is used too much, the side effects are much greater than the energy potion.

"Recover quickly!"

After casting two recovery spells in a row, Neville knelt on the ground to support Professor Sprout, then took the potion of energy handed by Harry and carefully fed her to drink it.

"Thank you, kid."

Professor Sprout, who woke up from a coma, pressed his temples with a headache. He saw Neville's round face that was about to cry, and then gently pinched his face, leaving a scar. A black mark with a mud mark.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I just need a break."

"Recover quickly!"

Lockhart, who was hit by Ron's resurrection spell, instantly twitched his legs and feet, jumped up a foot in place like a bowed shrimp, and then hit the ground again.

"You still need energy potions, don't you?"

Ron grabbed his brilliant blond hair, then roughly stuffed the bottle into his mouth, and the whole bottle of potion was forcibly downed.

Professor Sprout, whose eyes were twitching from the corners of his eyes, was no longer dizzy, and his expression was no longer sluggish. A sense of comfort from the bottom of his heart lifted her spirits!
man!Sometimes I just need to see such a refreshing scene. Although it is a bit rough, I feel at ease!

If he saw Lockhart being carefully rescued from a coma, although Professor Sprout would not say anything, he definitely felt a little uncomfortable.

This bastard is the culprit!

"cough cough cough cough"

Lockhart, who was almost coughed out of his lungs, waved his hands indiscriminately, but he couldn't reach the flower pots and cause a second accident while being carried by Ron.

"Crack~"

Ron let go and threw him into the corridor away from the flowerpot.

"I am"

Lockhart, who was a little stunned by the fall, got up in a hurry. He saw Professor Sprout who was glaring at him with his arms folded. Although the professor didn't hold a wand in his hand, she pulled out one that was more ferocious than a wand. There are many, withered vines with thorns and thorns.

"It's just an accident!"

Lockhart jumped up in an instant, and tried his best to dodge the absolutely painful sweep of this move.

"A great adventurer?"

Professor Sprout once again swung the 'swish swish' with a loud blow.

"Teach me to repot the Mandrake?"

"Tell me how to plant herbs?"

"You! Down! Yes! Again! Say! Ah!"

Just like being fed fried pork with bamboo shoots by his mother when he was a child, Lockhart who was kicked up and down by Professor Sprout almost lost his shoes. After being reminded by Ron carelessly, he knew how to deal with this The guy's Professor Sprout is not soft at all. Fortunately, this time it is a seedling, and there is a good boy who knows how to deal with it.

If it is a mature mandrake?
Professor Sprout, whose back was drenched in cold sweat, struck a little harder.

This is murder!

"I really! I really want to share a little knowledge with you! I have encountered several such amazing plants in my travels."

Lockhart, who was driven out of the greenhouse, hurriedly explained.

"Nobody knows magic plants better than I do."

Lockhart who suddenly stood still and turned around put on that standard smile again, and spoke in a very clear and loud voice, which made Professor Sprout stunned.

"I was just demonstrating to Professor Sprout how to quickly repot the Mandrake, but there was a little accident."

Lockhart spoke quickly, "Go to class, children, I don't want you to think that I am better at herbalism than she is!"

"roll!"

Even if you see the students coming!Professor Sprout still yelled mercilessly, and slammed the cane in his hand, hitting Lockhart who was smiling at the little wizards and making a calm expression, reeling.

A burst of whispering suddenly sounded, and Lockhart, with the rattan on his back, walked towards the castle quickly, as if he was stepping on a skateboard, his speed was so fast.

"Okay, it's all right now."

Professor Sprout patted his muddy robe and waved to the little wizards.

"Let's start class."

She rubbed her temples, a pain in the head from Lockhart's anger.

The little wizards who were silenced immediately followed Professor Sprout into the greenhouse obediently, but the private discussions continued.

"remember!"

"You can't use magic when repotting a mandrake!"

"Although they are plants, magical plants, like magical creatures, have very good resistance to magic!"

"Whoever is like that idiot just now!"

"Repotting Mandrakes with that fancy magic when you're not wearing earmuffs!"

"I will absolutely write to his parents and ask them to pick him up!"

"That's murder!"

The little wizards shook their heads tremblingly. It was quite rare for Professor Sprout to get angry. The only time they saw it was when her dragon dung was stolen last year.

But this time it was even scarier than last time.

"Okay, let's go to class."

"Fifty points for Neville Longbottom, thirty points for Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter."

"You guys did a great job in this accident."

"Who knotted my venomous tentacles? They're teething, it's not good, it's rough."

Amidst the loud cries of the mandrake, this bad herb class came to an end slowly. Whether it was for the teacher or the students, this class was terrible.

(End of this chapter)