Chapter 171 Poor Mandrake Doll

"Very soon!"

The people in the greenhouse said in unison.

Including Professor Sprout.

They had just seen Hermione's phantom.

The short, simple woman joked: "I dare say that even the Golden Snidget can't catch up with your shadow."

"It's a headband," Hermione repeated in a low voice, "It's a headband. I just accidentally mobilized the memory of high-speed movement."

Bajiel mobilized his memories and carefully checked and noticed the small seal inscription that appeared when the headband was activated.

"That means this headband has a history of at least nearly a thousand years."

The magic of identifying words was activated.

"The memory is the power."

"Memory is power?"

"Good guy, Hermione, you are Kamen Rider W-the two people who use memory to fight? The two can't match each other."

"But there are not many people who can do this. Otherwise, An Feng would not use it to exchange so easily?"

"It's not very important in her memory."

"Is it because of Hermione's identity as the first generation of wizards?"

Bajiel didn't think much, because Hermione turned into a phantom again in front of him.

From time to time, there was a warm sneak attack on her cheeks and lips.

And there was also the obvious soft touch from Hermione's hand gradually moving down.

Bajir had no choice but to transform into a vampire and grab the collar of Hermione's neck.

Her body was in the air, and her two short legs kept flopping, forming the outline of a wheel like in Tom and Jerry.

"Granger and Granger, can you stop?" Professor Sprout said after watching enough fun, "I want to tell you about the precautions."

Hermione gave up struggling, Bajir's hand loosened, and she squatted down with her hands on her head.

Now she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"When I tell you to put on the earmuffs, make sure to cover your ears tightly," Professor Sprout said, "When it is safe to take off the earmuffs, I will give you two thumbs up. OK - put on the earmuffs."

Everyone put on the earmuffs.

Including Hermione who was squatting.

She stood up again with a red face.

The last pink fluffy earmuffs were put on by Sprout herself, and she seemed to like them very much.

Then she pulled out the mandrake grass amid everyone's silent screams.

Even though Bajir had its card, he was still surprised for a moment.

Under the grass leaves were not grass roots, but an ugly, spotted, light green skinned baby who was shouting and screaming.

Until now, Bajir still couldn't understand how the wizard who first discovered the efficacy of mandrake grass used it as medicine.

The ginseng fruit in Journey to the West only has an appearance, and it tastes like fruit when eaten.

But the mandrake grass dolls can cry and scream. The one in Bajir's [Magic Book] card can even have simple conversations now.

Not to mention that they have flesh and blood like humans.

The mandrake grass attacked by the swamp digger was pulled out with only a bloody mass left - no different from the skeleton of a skinned and deboned person.

Bajir was also very sure that when making the reduction potion, it was not the grass on the green-skinned baby's head that was used, but the body under the grass leaves.

The restoring potion is more like a pot of broth with various spices.

Looking at the mandrake doll that Professor Sprout stuffed into a large flowerpot and buried in the wet dark compost.

Bajir couldn't help but start chanting Amen in his heart.

He didn't believe in Christianity, but the mantra was too long. He didn't hear it in its entirety in his previous life, and he didn't go looking for it now.

He was sure that mandrakes had the potential to become humanoids like centaurs.

But their effectiveness was too amazing.

The super vitality and the magic power to restore the human body to a sound and complete state were very popular in the magic world where transfiguration and curses were prevalent.

Just like the aphrodisiac animals in the Muggle world are easily poached.

This makes them always picked when they are "mature".

And the mandrakes in the wild have an unsolvable natural enemy like the swamp digger.

The reason they are not extinct is because of the protection of wizards.

They can't live to be wise like the ones in Bajir's card.

This made Bagel a little suspicious. Mandrakes were cultivated by a dark wizard.

As a result, they have no competitiveness in the wild against creatures that can dig holes.

It is just very useful for wizards.

Just like hybrid rice has high yield, but it cannot compete with wild rice without human cultivation.

Bagel did not continue to think.

Seeing that Professor Sprout had made a gesture.

He touched the mandrake doll in the [Magic Book] with his mind and sighed, "Poor, poor."

Then he took off his earmuffs.

With other classmates.

After confirming that everyone saw his gesture, Professor Sprout also took off his earmuffs, "You already know that they are not fatal now."

"But they will make you unconscious for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school."

She stopped talking.

Because she noticed that when she said this, Seamus, Susan Bones of Hufflepuff and Hannah Abbott clearly showed expressions of interest.

"You guys--"

"If anyone wants to take this opportunity to get a good night's sleep and skip class, I will make him regret doing so."

"Not only will I deduct points, I will also write a letter to his parents describing his great achievements in detail."

The expressions of Seamus and the others suddenly became gloomy.

Professor Sprout smiled with satisfaction, "So?"

"We must wear earmuffs." The students replied quickly.

She nodded, "Very good. When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention."

The bell rang.

Everyone except Basil was covered in mud, sweating, and sore backs.

Even Neville, the future master of herbology, was the same.

Hermione was very puzzled. She memorized all of Professor Sprout's operations.

It was obviously the same operation, but the mandrake doll in her hand kept kicking and struggling.

It gave her shameful memories and made her hands and feet numb.

But Basil was relaxed and natural.

When others took almost ten minutes to stuff the mandrake doll into the flowerpot, he took less than a minute.

On the way to the lounge and preparing to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, Hermione raised this doubt.

As he walked, Basil replied, "We Grangers have always had the magical power of affinity with plants."

"Just like Harry can talk to snakes because he speaks Parseltongue."

Professor Sprout can do this, probably because she knows the magic of the predecessor of [Plant Affinity].

But after this time, he finally understood.

That magic may not have spells or even gestures.

It is a philosophy of life, the rewards of taking good care of plants.

His ancestors may have given more rewards, and it is engraved in their blood.

Basil suspected that Hagrid's [Magical Animal Affinity] talent was also born from this - just relying on a heart full of enthusiasm for magical animals.

After all, none of Hagrid's father's ancestors who can be found worked in the field of magical animals.

The same is true for the proficiency in spells and the proficiency in dark magic.

After the Herbology class, the Transfiguration class followed.

When others took a quick shower and ran to the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione was still taking a slow shower.

When the bell was about to ring, she went downstairs and came to the lounge to wait for Basil.

"Why don't we compete to see who can run faster."

As soon as the voice fell, only Hermione's phantom was left.

Bajiel shrugged and teleported himself directly to the classroom - the first row, in front of Professor McGonagall.

The classroom was instantly filled with exclamations.

Hermione was still on her way.

Seeing that students from the other three colleges were also present, the shocked Professor McGonagall once again, "Ba-Granger, how can you? I mean, you can't Apparate in Hogwarts."

Then a black and brown phantom flashed by.

Another Granger appeared.

The Ravenclaw and Slytherin students who did not witness Hermione's extreme speed in the Herbology class began to doubt their eyes again.

Especially the Slytherin students.

Among them, Pansy Parkinson kept muttering to herself, "Impossible. A mere mudblood. How could she do that."

The last time she did this, Hermione won the first place in the grade.

Draco, who no longer believed in pure blood, looked at Pansy sadly.

How stupid and ignorant.

The future belongs to wizards.

Basil began to answer Professor McGonagall's question: "Because this is not Apparition--"

He looked at Hermione who raised her ears, "Because my speed is faster than your naked eyes can capture, creating the illusion of teleportation."

This is a lie, Basil directly replaced the space.

After all, he agreed to compete with Hermione in speed.

"It's not good to let her know that I cheated." Basil complained.

In reality, he showed a bright and sunny smile, "Professor, class time is up."

As soon as the voice fell, the bell rang.

Just blocked Professor McGonagall's question about how to solve the problem of wind pressure at high speed.

She had to wake up her throat, "Okay, quiet."

Because of the appearance of the two Grangers, the students who were whispering for the first time that four colleges squeezed together for class immediately quieted down.

"This is the first time in the history of Hogwarts that four colleges have been taught together."

"I hope you can adapt."

"But this is not the focus today."

"What I am most curious about is whether you have fallen behind in your homework after a summer vacation."

Ron and Harry's faces turned pale.

They spent all their summer vacation playing.

Sirius, the playboy, made their lives colorful, but also alienated them from their studies.

Lupin didn't say anything. After learning about Harry's childhood, he didn't have the heart to interrupt.

So much so that the two of them didn't complete their summer homework independently.

Lupin made a great contribution to it.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand.

A matchbox appeared in front of everyone.

"There is a beetle in the matchbox."

"Today's content is to turn it into a button."

Seeing that Basil was about to pull out her wand, she stopped him and said, "You don't need it. You have been in school almost all this summer."

"I also know your level."

"What you need to do is to help guide those students who failed."

As she spoke, her eyes went straight to Harry and the others.

Their nervous and absent-minded expressions were too obvious.

This undoubtedly proved that they had forgotten all the knowledge they had learned during the summer vacation.

Sure enough, in the following review, the blue light from the tips of the two wands only exercised the beetles.

The beetle was running around the table, avoiding the wand, and they couldn't light it.

They were almost stabbing each other in the face with the wand.

This gave Professor McGonagall a lot of trouble.

In the past, Transfiguration classes were held separately in each college, so even if their own students didn't perform well, they could barely tolerate it.

Exclude students who are intentionally unsuccessful.

Today, Ravenclaw's wisdom and Hufflepuff's persistence allow students in both houses to perform well.

Even Slytherin has students like Draco Malfoy who succeed the first time.

Even if there are people like Crabbe and Goyle holding them back.

But the two of them were at the tail end last year.

Harry and Ron, whose results were in the middle and upper reaches last year, were the same as Crabbe and Goyle.

"You two—"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice that sounded like hell, Harry and Ron were so hurried that their wands almost dropped to the ground.

Harry Aba Aba, I don’t know what to do.

And Ron muttered in a low voice: "Other colleges are similar."

His eyes glanced at Bagir who was helping everywhere.

Professor McGonagall put her right hand on her forehead, "Weasley, you——"

She didn't understand how the students in her academy could be so stupid.

Don't you see that those girls are pretending on purpose?

Just for Bajir's guidance.

She could tell at a glance that they were deliberately unsuccessful, making mistakes when they were about to successfully cast a spell, and pretending that others were blind.

Harry poked Ron in the stomach with his elbow and whispered, "Are you crazy? Those girls are just faking it, can't you tell?"

Ron's body stiffened, and his brain was suddenly blocked.

He wanted to say it was his wand's fault.

But the next second, he remembered that he no longer used his brother's old wand.

Bagir's money-saving trick led his parents to buy him a new wand.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!"

"You don't take class seriously and talk back!"

Professor McGonagall's cold and angry words made Ron even more frightened.

"And Badir, come and help Harry and Ron."

As soon as Bagir left.

The female students who had never succeeded achieved it in an instant, turning beetles into buttons.

Professor McGonagall returned to the podium angrily.

As soon as she left, Harry and Ron immediately begged in a low voice: "Bajir, come and help us."

"You two are so awesome." Bagir was speechless.

If he hadn't read the novel, he really couldn't believe that the two of them could defeat Voldemort.

"Have you really forgotten everything?"

"I also taught you."

"Before casting the spell, silently recite the product to be transformed three times in your mind. This will increase the success rate of transformation."

"Although this cannot be used in actual combat, it can still be used to cope with exams and classroom tests."

"Ah?" Ron's eyes lost focus, "Is there any?"

Harry ruffled his hair, "Sounds familiar."

"Let me remind you," Bagir said angrily: "The Ideological School."

Ron: My scalp feels so itchy. Oops, I'm going to grow a brain.

Harry suddenly realized, "I remember!"

He immediately pointed his wand at the beetle, playing billiards.

“You can focus with extra movement.”

"Recite silently what you want to transform in advance."

The wand rubbed between his fingers.

Three times in a row.

Recite the mantra.

A flash of blue light struck the beetle.

Buttons appeared in place.

"I succeeded!"