Chapter 55

"Now, who can tell me what Mandela grass has?" Professor sprott continued.

"Hearing the cry of Mandela grass will kill people."

Hermione saw that Marca had no response, so she had to answer by herself.

"Exactly, plus ten," said Professor sprott. "Look, the Mandela grass here is still very young, and there is no fatal effect at present..."

She pointed to the row of deep bottom flower pots in front of everyone and introduced them to everyone. Everyone looked carefully into the pot. It was a kind of green and purple seedlings.

"Everybody come up and get a pair of earmuffs," said Professor sprott.

The boys scrambled forward. After all, no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs.

Marca followed and picked a pair in it.

"When I tell you to put on earmuffs, be sure to cover your ears tightly," Professor sprott said. "When you can safely take off the earmuffs, I'll raise my thumbs. OK - put on the earmuffs!"

About the lethality of Mandela grass crying, only after it matures. And as long as you don't pull it out of the soil by force, it won't cry.

Generally speaking, during the day, wild adult Mandela grass plants always bury themselves in the soil in open places such as grassland; Until the evening, he pulled himself out and wandered on the grassland all night.

Marca has handled it many times. It's easy for him to change them.

A strong sound insulation magic was applied to the earmuffs. After wearing them, you can't hear any sound at all. After professor sprott demonstrated, she motioned to everyone to remove the earmuffs and start assigning tasks.

"Four people a pot, empty flowerpots. There are a lot here. The compost is in the bag over there - beware of the poisonous tentacles, it's teething." she slapped a prickly crimson plant and made it retract its tentacles that quietly extended to her shoulder.

After that, she asked everyone to wear earmuffs again and began today's course.

The students just saw Professor sprott do it very easily. In fact, it's not like that at all.

Mandela grass doesn't want to be pulled out of the soil, but it doesn't seem to want to go back. They wiggled their bodies, pedaled their feet, waved their sharp little fists and gnashed their teeth.

The other three students assigned to Maka's group are obviously the most labor-saving.

Maka took a small shovel from the edge of the flowerpot, loosened the soil around Mandela grass a little, and then pulled it out easily.

Its root is like a very ugly baby, and the leaves are born on his head. Probably because it is still young, its skin is still light green, with some sporadic spots on it.

The little guy opened his mouth wide, obviously shouting at his throat, but after wearing earmuffs, everyone couldn't hear him at all.

Maka took it in her hand and directly covered the place where the leaves grew on her head with her other hand, but she saw that the little guy's mood immediately calmed down a lot.

He stuffed the little guy in his hand into another basin and buried it again with new soil that had been mixed with fertilizer.

By the end of the class, most of the students were sweating, sore back and covered with soil. Only Maka's group looked the most relaxed. They didn't even touch any dirt stars.

"Oh! How did you do that?" asked the Hufflepuff schoolgirl next to Maka.

"It makes him think that he seems to have drilled back into the soil," Maka said calmly. "It only works for young Mandela grass."

Professor spraot habitually praised Marka and gave Hufflepuff 10 points. Around Spratt, Marca's face showed a happy smile, but if you look carefully, you will find that there was no smile in his eyes.

Hufflepuff's next class is a magic spell class, and Professor flavy's teaching method is still so relaxed and casual. Obviously, everyone was relieved.

But such a comfortable atmosphere dissipated directly in the afternoon.

Not to mention Professor McGonagall's deformation class is always so strict, and the most deadly is gidrow Lockhart's defense against the dark arts class.

As soon as he entered the door of the classroom, his face piled up a smile, and his shiny teeth were very neat, which made people doubt whether there was magic on it.

"I..." he picked up the textbook on the front student table and pointed to his picture. He was blinking.

"Gidrow Lockhart, third class Medal of the Merlin order, honorary member of the anti dark magic League, won the most charming smile award of wizard weekly five times - but I don't talk about that. I don't drive away the wanlun ghost with a smile!"

He said these words very smoothly, probably because he has practiced it many times.

"I see you have all bought my full set of works - very good. I think we'll have a quiz today. Don't be afraid, just see how you read and how much you understand..."

After handing out the papers, he returned to the podium and said, "I'll give you thirty minutes. Now... Start!"

Maka flattens the test paper passed to her on the desktop:

"1. What color does gidrow Lockhart like best? 2. What is gidrow Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think gidrow Lockhart's greatest achievement so far..."

Maka just glanced and frowned.

There are 54 questions in this paper, and all of them are asking Lockhart for some detailed information. Marca wanted to throw it away directly, but after hesitation, he filled in some messy answers.

"There's no need to cause more trouble," Marca thought faintly.

And the rest of the class is even more annoying.

Probably because the Cornwall elves prepared for the little lions made a mess in the last class, the little badgers read his novels on the spot.

When he read about the rise, he even took the students to play together. Maka sat in the back and wrote the research notes of magic medicine without even looking at the podium.

In the evening, while everyone else was sleeping, Maka leaned against the window by herself. Looking at the cold moonlight outside, he couldn't help recalling what happened after the school opening dinner.

That night, he went to Ravenclaw tower to find the bronze eagle for the first time. But no matter what he called, there was only the heartless question of the bronze doorknob. Somehow, the bronze Eagle didn't show up, let alone take him to Roy's chamber of secrets.

"... is it because of my current state?"

In fact, Maka is well aware of her current state.

In the past, as a little liar who ate by cheating, his best skill was undoubtedly to cover up his true feelings and wear different masks when facing different people.

But because of this, he knew better that he really had his own feelings.

Only after the journey that roina brought him, his emotion completely disappeared!

"I'm afraid it's a curse, but there seems to be nothing wrong -" Maka thought naturally and suddenly shook her head. "No, I'm afraid this idea is also because there is no emotion, and the judgment benchmark has started from rationality alone."

That night, he leaned against the window and pondered for a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more difficult it was to sort out his ideas.

Reason told him that this feeling was very good. It was not only very helpful to research homework, but also more wise to deal with things.

For example, he has decided not to participate in any events in the second grade, or even close to the little lion trio. He should try his best to avoid the mutation like that in the previous semester.

Although as long as he stays at Hogwarts, it will always affect all the people and things that intersect with him, it is still necessary to reduce the range of changes as much as possible.

Things that are completely out of control are always terrible. Moreover, these things have nothing to do with him. What he should care about is the task left by roina and the improvement of his magic knowledge, that's all.

But is this idea really right? Marca doesn't know, or he has lost his best judgment angle.

After a while, Maka finally lay back in bed, but the experiences after being taken away by roina were always entangled in his mind.

……

"... Alani, this is your first task after training. You are the smartest and most powerful guardian. I hope you can carry out every task in the future with our will."

At the castle window, an old man in a robe turned his back to this side and spoke slowly in his deep voice.

Maka was standing in the middle of the room. He frowned and kept confirming the situation.

"What's the purpose of Roy bringing me here?" Marca looked at the old man, but the rest of her eyes scanned the room.

"... arani, take the mission away! Start from the vulture nest today. I'm waiting for your good news."

The old man turned around with a kind face, but his eyes were as sharp as vultures and came straight at Maka.

"Yes." Maka subconsciously lowered her head and buried her face in the shadow.

He glanced at the table in front of him. There was a roll of parchment lying there quietly, firmly fixed in the middle with blood red sealing paint.

She picked it up and nodded slightly. Maka left the room without saying a word.

Until she walked out of the door, Maka's brain suddenly gushed out a lot of memories that didn't belong to him. For a time, dizziness made him have to lean against the wall of the corridor. After a long time, he was calming down.

"The assassin of Bu tashir Alani asasin?" Maka looked puzzled. "Does this have anything to do with the volume of truth?"

Although he was still full of paste, Maka at least knew the current situation - he guessed that he might be in the use of a meditation basin similar to Dumbledore's.

However, compared with the meditation basin, the effect of the array composed of regular runes is much more realistic.