Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 54: Guardian of Secrets
"Now, who can tell me the characteristics of Mandrake?" Professor Sprout continued.
"Hearing the cry of mandela grass will kill people."
Hermione saw that Maca didn't respond, so she had to answer it herself.
"Exactly correct, plus ten points." Professor Sprout said, "Look, the mandela grass here is still very young, and it has no fatal effect yet..."
She pointed to the row of deep-bottomed flower pots in front of everyone and introduced them to everyone. Everyone looked carefully into the pots. It was a greenish-purple seedling.
"Everyone comes up to get a pair of earmuffs." Professor Sprout said.
The boys scrambled forward, after all, no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs.
Maca followed and picked a pair in there.
"When I tell you to put on your earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly," Professor Sprout said. "When it is safe to remove the earmuffs, I will give two thumbs up. Okay. ——Put on earmuffs!"
Regarding the lethality of mandela grass crying, only after it matures. And as long as you don't pull it out of the soil forcibly, it won't cry.
Generally speaking, in the daytime, wild adult mandela plants will always bury themselves in the soil in an open place such as grassland; and until the evening, they will pull themselves out again in the grassland. Wander around all night.
Maca has dealt with it many times a long time ago, and for him, changing them to a pot is a trivial matter.
The earmuffs were cast with a powerful sound insulation magic, and after wearing them, no sound was heard at all. After Professor Sprout gave a demonstration, she motioned to everyone to take off the earmuffs and start assigning tasks.
"A pot for four people, there are a lot of empty flower pots here. The compost is in the bag over there-beware of poisonous tentacles, it is teething." She patted on a crimson plant with spikes After a moment, it retracted the tentacles that quietly reached out to her shoulders.
After that, she greeted everyone to put on the earmuffs again and started today's class.
The students just watched Professor Sprout doing so easily, but it was not like that at all.
Mandrake is unwilling to be pulled out of the soil, but it seems unwilling to go back. They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their little pointed fists, and gritted their teeth.
The other three students assigned to the Maca group are obviously the least effortless.
Maca picked up a small shovel from the edge of the flowerpot, loosened the surrounding soil a little bit for the mandrake, and then pulled it out easily.
Its rhizome is like a very ugly baby, and the leaves are born on his head. Probably because it is still in its infancy, its skin is still light green with some sporadic spots on it.
This little guy opened his mouth wide, apparently yelling, but after putting on earmuffs, everyone couldn't hear him at all.
Maca took it in his hand, and directly covered the place where the leaves grow on the top of its head with the other hand, but seeing the little guy's mood immediately calmed down a lot.
He put the little guy in his hand back into another basin, and buried it again with new soil that had been mixed with fertilizer.
By the end of class, most of the classmates were sweating profusely, aching back, and mud all over their bodies. Only Maca seems to be the most relaxed group, not even a little bit of soil Saturn.
"Oh! How did you do this?" the Hufflepuff schoolgirl next to Maca couldn't help but ask.
"This will make it think that it seems to have re-drilled into the soil," Maca said calmly, "It only works for young mandela grass."
Professor Sprout habitually praised Maca and gave Hufflepuff 10 points. Beside Sprout, Maca had a happy smile on his face, but if you look closely, you will find that there is no smile in his eyes.
Hufflepuff’s next class is a curse class, and Professor Flitwick’s teaching method is still so casual. Obviously, everyone was relieved.
can be such a comfortable atmosphere, in the afternoon, it just disappeared.
Not to mention that Professor McGonagall’s transformation class is always so strict. The most terrible thing is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class of Guidro Lockhart.
As soon as he entered the door of the classroom, there was a smile on his face, and his bright teeth were so neat that it made people wonder if magic was applied on it.
"I..." He picked up the textbook on the student desk in the front row and pointed at his photo, the one inside he was blinking.
"Gidro Lockhart, the Merlin Merlin Third Class Medal, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, won the "Witcher Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times-but I don't put that on my lips, I It’s not a smile to get rid of the Wanlun female ghost!"
He said these words smoothly, probably because he had practiced it many times.
"I saw you all bought my full set of books-very good. I think we will take a quiz today, don't be afraid, just see how you read and understand how much..."
After he sent the papers, he returned to the podium and said: "Thirty minutes for you, now...start!"
Maca flattens the test papers passed to the table on the table:
"1. What color is Gidro Lockhart's favorite? 2. What is Gidro Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Gidro Lockhart's greatest achievement so far... "
Maca just glanced casually and frowned.
There are 54 questions in this paper, and all of them are asking for some detailed information about Lockhart. Maca wanted to throw it aside, but he hesitated, he still filled in some messy answers.
"There is no need to cause trouble." Maca thought lightly.
And the rest of this class is even more annoying.
probably because in the last class, the group of Cornish elves prepared for the little lions made a mess. In this class, the little badgers read what he wrote on the spot. Fiction.
When he thought about Rising, he even took the students to act together. Maca sat behind and wrote the research notes on Potions, without even looking at the podium.
Until the evening, Maca leaned against the window alone while everyone else was asleep. He looked at the cold moonlight outside, and couldn't help but recall what happened after the school dinner.
That night, he went to the Ravenclaw Tower for the first time to find the bronze kitty. But no matter how he called, there was only the emotionless question from the bronze knocker. For some reason, the Bronze Kitty did not show up, let alone take him to Rowena's secret room.
"...is it because of my current state?"
In fact, Maca knows his current state very well.
In the past, as a little liar who relied on cheating for food, what he was best at was undoubtedly concealing his true emotions and wearing different masks when facing different people.
Because of this, he knows better that he does have his own emotions.
just after the journey that Rowena brought him, his emotions completely disappeared!
"It’s probably a curse, but it doesn’t seem to be bad—" Maca thought naturally, and suddenly shook his head, "No, I’m afraid this thought is also because of the lack of emotion, judgment Benchmarks have started from rationality alone."
This night, he leaned against the window and pondered for a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more he found it difficult to sort out his thoughts.
Reasonably tell him that this kind of feeling is very good, not only is it very helpful to the research work, but even handling things more wisely.
For example, he has decided not to participate in any events in the second grade, or even close to the little lion trio. He wants to avoid mutations like last semester.
Although as long as he stays at Hogwarts, it will always affect all the people and things that have intersection with him, but it is still a very necessary thing to reduce the range of changes as much as possible.
completely out of control, it’s always scary. Moreover, these things had nothing to do with him. What he wanted to care about was the mission left by Rowena and the improvement of his own magic knowledge, nothing more.
is such an idea, is it really correct? Maca didn't know, or in other words, he had lost the angle of judgment he was best at right now.
After a while, Maca lay back on the bed after all, but the experience after being taken away by Rowena was always entangled in his mind, lingering.
……
"...Alani, this is your first mission after training~IndoMTL.com~You are the smartest and most powerful one among the Guardians. I hope you can bring my will To perform every task in the future."
By the window of the castle, an old man in a robe turned his back to this side, speaking slowly in his low voice.
Maca is standing in the middle of this room, frowning, constantly confirming the situation in front of him.
"What on earth did Rowena bring me here?" Maca turned his gaze at the old man, but from the corner of his eye she scanned the interior.
"...Alani, take the task away! Let’s start from the Eagle’s Nest today. I am waiting for your good news."
The old man turned around, his face was kind, but his eyes were as sharp as a vulture, and he came straight to Maca.
"Yes." Maca lowered her head subconsciously, burying her face in the shadows.
He glanced at the table in front of him, and there was a roll of parchment paper lying there quietly, firmly fixed in the middle with blood-red seal paint.
picked it up and nodded slightly, Maca left the room without saying a word.
Until he walked out of the room, Maca’s mind suddenly poured out a lot of memories that did not belong to him. For a while, a sense of dizziness forced him to lean against the wall of the corridor, and after a long time he was relieved.
"Bu-Tahir Alani? Assassin of the Assassin?" Maca's face was full of doubts, "Does this have anything to do with the scroll of truth?"
Although it was still full of paste, Maca at least knew the current situation—he guessed that he might be in a state of use similar to that of Dumbledore's meditation basin.
is just that compared to the **** basin, the effect of this regular rune formation is obviously much more realistic.