Chapter 23: You’ll die if you scratch your skin
The first class the next morning was herbal medicine.
The sun was shining, but it was a pity that Andrew couldn't enjoy the good weather.
Self-study of transfiguration is more energy-intensive than he thought, and transfiguration of complex objects is a difficult challenge for him.
He needs to carve out the details of the object in his mind before casting the spell, and then firmly believes that he can use magic to generate these structures one by one - this is not simple at all, whether it is not enough detailed conception of the object or lack of confidence in himself. It will produce a failed product that looks similar but looks fake at first glance.
After working hard all night, he finally studied a hammer...
That's right, a real hammer, it's an old-fashioned two-piece hammer, a wooden stick, a hammer head and a fixed wedge.
He didn't know whether it was because he slept a little late or practiced too many times, but now he only felt a little headache.
"No, I don't think it's because of reading. It's because you ate too much ice cream."
Kevin interrupted happily, but was ignored by Andrew.
But soon he had no chance to interrupt. The greenhouse had arrived - all herbal medicine courses were completed in the greenhouse, and Professor Sprout paid more attention to practice.
"The herbal medicine here is Bai Xian, the most important healing item. It has a good therapeutic effect on common injuries caused by magic. As for ordinary injuries, it can stop bleeding instantly.
“Of course, the most important thing is that it has extremely low environmental requirements, extremely high yield, and is also a common herbal medicine in the wild.
"Its biggest feature is its flowers. Of course, if you know something about the leaves, actually..."
Before Bai Xian's introduction was over, Andrew confirmed something. He probably would have to put in a lot of effort to get a higher score in this subject.
It's not that I can't remember it, but I'm just not that interested...
Taking out a pencil, Andrew simply drew Bai Xian's features on his notebook.
This move caught the attention of Professor Sprout. With a bit of joy, she quickly came to Andrew, and then, well, she was stunned for a moment.
After struggling for a while - as if the kind professor was trying to swallow some discomfort, she finally forced herself to say something in a calm manner.
"Using images to mark where they are easily distinguishable is a really good choice, plus one point for Ravenclaw."
…
‘No need to force it, Professor. ’
Andrew calmly closed his notebook and blocked other people's sight - he was very self-aware of this. As long as his drawings were better, he would make money in other ways, even if he added pictures with text, it would be much easier to sell.
Next came the identification of some commonly used herbal medicines, and there were a few more masterpieces with characteristics that he could only recognize in Andrew's notebook.
But then their affable herbalist professor made no attempt to look through Andrew's notebook.
After the class ended, most of the young wizards were still walking around casually, but after someone said that the next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone began to move towards the lounge at a charging speed. .
The other courses are good, but they are still less attractive than Defense Against the Dark Arts, which uses violence directly.
It's a pity that Andrew didn't have the slightest desire to charge. If it weren't for this compulsory course, he would even want to hide far away.
Even if it is a quick introduction, the professor in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts is the most important role. He has no hidden reporting measures, otherwise he will now report the No. 1 Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to the school.
‘Apart from an anonymous letter delivered by an owl that can be detected if anyone is willing to look into it, is there any other way to secretly place the letter on Dumbledore’s desk and make him even a little suspicious to investigate? ’ After thinking for a long time and not finding any good method, Andrew had no choice but to sigh, resigned himself to his fate, and returned to the lounge to wash himself briefly and change his clothes, getting ready to go to class.
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“Do you smell anything?”
"Garlic smell...very serious garlic smell..."
When they were some distance away from the classroom, the students who had just washed away the smell of dragon dung realized that they might have to wash this class in vain.
When they arrived at the classroom, several people's faces had become very beautiful.
But the hard truth is this. Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, decorated his classroom with garlic, which is very strong.
‘It’s full of physical pressure and psychological pressure…’
Andrew even took the initiative to drag his roommates to find a seat further back for a good reason, "You all know Professor Quirrell's big scarf, I suspect there is a circle of garlic under the scarf - he just used the scarf to cover the garlic. Don’t look too weird.”
This purely made-up excuse was recognized by most of the students in the class.
But having said that, Andrew is still looking forward to this class - after all, he can only learn in the classroom, and the rest has to be taught by himself, instead of being able to shamelessly ask questions like other courses.
After all, it's too uncertain. The most other teachers can do is give you a perfunctory answer and then throw you away. If this professor feels something is wrong with you before leaving and wants to send you away, there is no need for any psychological preparation.
Even after getting acquainted with you, and roughly knowing the scope of your activities, it is not strange to suddenly want to use your life as a trap to provide time and space for myself.
If he had been assigned to Slytherin and made up some background for himself, he might have been able to gain some knowledge safely. Now - everyone just maintains a simple and unfamiliar teacher-student relationship.
Although it was all slander, one thing Andrew had to admit was that this strongest professor was still very capable in class. Although he was deliberately stumbling when speaking, he was not without confidence. He could still listen to the class smoothly. of.
But his roommate had no intention of letting him go.
"Why didn't I see you go up and ask the professor? Why, do you really think so?"
‘It will kill you, don’t be so arrogant. ’
Andrew hurriedly started making up lies, "I'm not that interested in this lesson. I still prefer the feeling of controlling objects like transfiguration."
"Tsk, tsk, pragmatic wizard - it's probably because of the extra points for the transformation spell, right?"
"I can't deny that's part of the reason."
Andrew was serious.
"cut!"
"Let's go and eat... I hope there is no garlic in the lunch dish, otherwise I will think of bad things..."
"What could be worse than not being taught a spell at all today?"
"Yes, look at it, there won't be any spells taught in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."
After a series of not-so-pleasant words, the students who left behind began to walk towards the cafeteria with laughter and curses, while the students in twos and threes in front accelerated their speed, and a faint dividing line was revealed between the two groups.
(End of chapter)