Chapter 161 Life and Death and Being Pure-blooded
While the Gryffindors were busy catching elves, Andrew was busy taking care of the mandrakes with his classmates.
The so-called care is simply moving this thing from one flower pot to another larger flower pot.
It looks unremarkable - which it would be if this thing didn't bite.
To put it simply, this herb with a very familiar name is an herb with certain animal characteristics. It can shout, bite, occasionally pull itself out of the soil to get some air, and by the way, it can use its singing voice to kill living things. ——No joke, an adult mandrake can kill a wizard if it is not dealt with in time.
As for why Andrew is so familiar with it - well, the model teaching aids for this thing are on top, which he also made in the morning...
'The deadly cry is probably produced in the wild by killing creatures to obtain nutrients...'
Andrew muttered in a low voice. At this moment, he really wanted to cast an imitation foaming charm on himself to isolate the sound - because Professor Sprout had prepared a bunch of miscellaneous fluffy earmuffs for them, including many pink ones. , and he unfortunately fell behind...=
'Why do I have a psychological baggage at this time, even if I grab an earmuff, I have to remain aloof...'
Ignoring the color of the earmuffs, I prepared to find roommates to form a team, but the five of them were obviously inseparable - four people were in a group, so they could only be divided into two or three teams. Andrew and Kevin were together, and the other two were slightly introverted. The Hughes prevents new teammates from being ostracized.
Their team quickly added two Ravenclaws, but when they were preparing to divide the work, Professor Sprout removed one of them from the other team with a lower average score, and replaced them with a Slytherin. student.
Not just them, but other teams as well.
"Mandrake is still dangerous even in its infancy. Each group must have someone with good grades to keep an eye on it. If anyone tries to take off someone else's earmuffs, then go to solitary confinement!"
Professor Sprout's tone was very serious, "Now, start putting on the earmuffs, check each other, and make sure they are all put on! Get ready, you can only take them off if I give you two thumbs up at the same time, let's start!"
Everyone put on and checked each other's earmuffs, including the Slytherin who was pretending to be calm - he didn't dare to stare at Andrew.
Slytherin has a strict hierarchy. At the top are children with school board backgrounds or Ministry of Magic backgrounds. The next ones are the so-called 28 purebloods. The next ones are those whose families have various excellent assets. The next ones are the rich. The ones who came down were those of mixed race and those whose families had no money.
Then these calculations have to take into account the students' personal performance and strength, their contribution to the college and so on - in short, there are opportunities, but if the talent and family background are not good enough, they will be at the bottom.
The collective external contempt also has a chain of internal contempt. Unfortunately, this is the majority in front of us.
Since he was wearing earmuffs and there was no need to communicate, Andrew simply ignored him and concentrated on watching Professor Sprout's demonstration - the humanoid mandrakes that were captured would struggle and scream until they were buried safely. in the soil.
However, this kind of work was not difficult for the professor of Herbology. She easily finished cooking a mandrake, and then showed two thumbs to Andrew and the others.
"That's it, wear gloves and earmuffs to prevent them from biting you or shouting!" "Think about it carefully, and then simulate it in your mind for five minutes, and then we start to deal with it. "
While the other students were thinking, Andrew walked up in small steps and asked a question that had just appeared in his mind.
"Professor, what if I use shapeshifting to control the soil to grab it, and then control the binding into the flower pot?"
"Generally, we don't recommend it," Professor Sprout glanced at Andrew, "because fertilizers are mixed with piled dragon dung, and students who are not proficient in transformation will destroy various properties of the soil after the spell is released. ——Fertilizer, breathability…”
"You can," the professor nodded to Andrew, "but I suggest you try it yourself to make sure you can memorize these important knowledge."
So transfiguration is possible?
"Is it okay to tie it up?"
"Okay, but how can you fill the soil with one hand? Moreover, the transformation technique of ordinary students cannot control it, but will hurt it. Casting spells on it will even cause death. This is the case with herbs. They can grow in the cracks of rocks in the wild. But in the greenhouse, if the temperature is higher, it will die. "
"Thank you, Professor, I understand." Andrew has no problem - there is no opportunism, just work honestly. It's okay that he did it on his own, but points will still be deducted in future exams because it's not a standard operation...
Five minutes passed quickly and they began the official operation - which was not easy.
Just like what the professor said, these little guys are stronger than they thought, and they are not afraid to bite anything they see.
Fortunately, Andrew was able to control the situation after running for a long time - after wrestling with it for about five minutes, he finally sealed it with soil.
"I understand the truth, but why has the herbal medicine class become like a physical education class?"
Andrew complained, but found no reaction from his teammates.
‘I hate earmuffs. ’
At the end of get out of class, the students, covered in dirt and sweat, could finally leave the greenhouse. Andrew and several roommates left chatting and laughing.
The Slytherin student who was on the team with him was shouted to stay behind.
"How about it?"
"I didn't dare to speak..."
"I'm just asking about the bloodline to see if he is a wizard from a certain family. Maybe he is a descendant of a wizard from abroad, or he has rejoined the bloodline of the Squib family. You don't even dare to ask about such a thing?"
"Really, if you don't know what to do...it's not like we want you to fight with him or anything. We can't attack him. Even if you ask around and ask around, that won't work, you loser!"
“…”
"I get angry when I see you, so go away!"
…
"If you fail to succeed, you will fail. Have you investigated the Granger family?"
"Muggleborn, she said so herself."
"That shouldn't be the case. If we go and take a look, maybe he's also a squib..."
"The young master of the Malfoy family doesn't allow it...his family just donated a complete set of Nimbus 2001..."
"Really... forget it."
"You still have to ask to see if that Taylor is a pure-blood descendant. He is so good at transformation, so he must be, but we can't see the freshman files..."
A regretful sigh sounded, but unfortunately Andrew couldn't hear it - he had already found an empty classroom and began to practice the range transformation technique according to Professor McGonagall's instructions.
(End of chapter)