Chapter 997

Facts have proved that the magic plant that can run on its own is not just adult Mandela grass. Not only that, there is obviously a "personality plant" that runs faster than many animals in the seventh greenhouse!

When the strange plant that grew like a sunflower without petals suddenly jumped up from the flowerpot in the depths of the greenhouse and ran like a gust of wind, everyone was scared into a hurry.

You know, this is in the seventh greenhouse!

Just now professor sprott has repeatedly reiterated the danger here, and now just came in, he immediately staged such a drama of plant galloping

This sudden scene made almost everyone's little heart stop beating for half a beat.

However, perhaps it was so sudden that most people didn't find it - they had just seen the posture of the plant not long ago.

"Hey? What's the matter with you? Why are you yelling so loudly... I don't think I'm scary?"

Yes, this is obviously the rare talking magic plant that Marka brought back to Hogwarts.

In previous Christmas activities, Professor sprott placed it in the flower pot at the exit of the greenhouse and asked it to say a few Christmas wishes to all the little wizards passing by it.

Unfortunately, most of the students are too flustered at the moment, so they can't connect it with the "interesting plant" in their memory for a time.

Besides, it was not allowed to run around like this at that time!

"Hey! I said, do you all like running like me? If so, maybe we can make an appointment to run together every morning?"

It can be seen that this guy doesn't seem to understand the situation at all. He looked at the students running around in panic and thought he was running with him!

On the other side, people with sound insulation earmuffs naturally can't hear what it says.

"Oh, Merlin's Beard -"

Spraot, who was unable to use the spell because of the students who kept running around, had to hold up his wand and try to find space, while sighing in an inaudible voice.

But just then, Luna, who had been watching all this, suddenly ran to the table and pushed away a heavy weight on the Mandela flower pot.

Then, without anyone noticing, she grabbed the grass stem in the flowerpot and uprooted it.

Speaking of, Mandela's grass roots in childhood are really terrible. They all look like wrinkled babies. But after growing up to adulthood, the roots that look like children have become smooth.

Of course, on the whole, it's still ugly.

"Wow -"

Suddenly, a heart rending cry echoed in the greenhouse - a fatal sound that was enough to make the heart stop beating, blood clotting and mental collapse.

If everyone hadn't been wearing earmuffs that can completely block sound, a large number of people would have fallen in the greenhouse in the twinkling of an eye.

However, it seems that the only thing that can hear this sound at present is the "fake sunflower" that is still chasing everyone.

"What? Oh, don't cry -"

Plants have no heart and blood, so this cry is not enough for them to die. But even if it can't die, it obviously doesn't feel good at this time.

"Stop! If you keep crying, I'll... Forget it. I'd better run!"

With that, it really turned around and ran to the depths of the greenhouse. It didn't take long to disappear from everyone's vision.

Luna, carrying a Mandela grass, looked at the direction it left, and stood there stunned. She didn't know what she was thinking.

It was not until professor spraot came and patted her hand and pointed to the flowerpot that she came back and stuffed the roots of Mandela grass back into the soil.

After such a farce, spraot naturally did not dare to continue her classroom practice as if it had not happened. She soon brought everyone back to the open space outside the greenhouse.

"Take off the earmuffs."

Let everyone remove the earmuffs first, and then sprott said:

"Sorry, the riot just now can be said to be my fault. I didn't expect that foot root grass would suddenly run out. Although it doesn't actually do any harm, I can understand the reasons for your panic."

"In addition, if Miss Lovegood hadn't driven it away with Mandela grass in time, maybe there would be real danger next! Therefore, Ravenclaw deserves another 10 points..."

While sprott was speaking, the students were still gasping for breath, and some people also looked at Luna with gratitude because of the professor's words.

However, Luna herself seemed not to notice the sight around her, and her eyes became more and more trance.

At the next moment, she finally seemed to solve a problem that had plagued her for a long time, and suddenly said:

"Ah! It's called 'little black' - Marca calls it 'little black'!"

"What?"

All the students around were confused and didn't know what she was talking about.

To tell the truth, Luna is sometimes really smart, but more time, she always makes people confused.

But it was probably her strange confusion that made Maka feel that there would always be all kinds of fun when she was with her.

……

"... in fact, I am a prophet."

"Listen, if Marca McLean wants you to go to France, you'd better follow his advice."

"I know you might prefer to enter Hogwarts to learn magic, but... It's no use for you to stay, and you'll even die meaninglessly."

"So when he lets you go, you leave here first!"

These are the last words that the wizard in windbreaker said before he left.

In fact, little Cathy doesn't understand why the other party said this, let alone who the other party is. But she really wanted to go to Hogwarts, and she didn't even mention it in front of her mother.

So, where did the mysterious wizard know? Is that man... Really, as he said, a rare "prophet" in the magic world?

And why on earth did the other party say this to a child she had never met?

Oh, no, from the previous conversation between the two people, it seems that the other party really knows little Cathy - although little Cathy is sure that she has never seen that person.

"If that man was really a prophet, would Mr. McLean want me to go to France?"

Little Cathy was puzzled, but even if her wisdom was no less than that of adults, she couldn't figure out the wizard's intention to say this to herself.

The key is that what the other party said really made her feel that she had to believe it.

"Mom, you said... What's going on?"

Standing in front of the tomb and looking at the tombstone, little Cathy pursed her lips and whispered in her heart. After a long time, she shook her head and left the wizard cemetery where her mother was buried with a pair of red eyes.

Outside, most of the parents, relatives and friends who came here to attend the burial ceremony were still waiting for her.

"Where's Mr. McLean?"

Out of doubt about what the mysterious wizard said just now, little Cathy first looked for Maka and Sirius as soon as she came out. However, they both seem to have left long ago.

"Oh, they seem to have... Gone?"

Mrs. Pierce's good friend Maggie couldn't help looking around. The space of this hillside can be said to be quite open. If you can't see it at a glance, it's obviously gone.

"I think Mr. McLean, they must have a lot to do, especially against the black wizard. So it's not easy to come when they have time..."

Maggie was probably worried that little Cathy would feel sad about it - after all, the child had just lost her mother, and most of her heart was still very sensitive, so she hurriedly explained it to her.

But in fact, Marca's busy really doesn't need her to explain to little Cathy.

"I know, Aunt Maggie, I can understand." the latter then whispered, "it's all right. I'm just asking by the way."

"Oh, that's good! That's good!" said Maggie, suddenly turning to look at little Cathy's grandparents. "So... Do you want to go home now? Or do you want to go somewhere to relax? I think -"

"San Mungo," said little Cathy immediately, "I want to go back to San Mungo!"

With such a sudden remark, she quickly looked at the dean of St. Mungo not far away.

"Mr. Boehner, although I know what I can do is very limited, I want to help there," she said. "You know, some patients who were burned by black flame have not been discharged from the hospital. I hope to see them recover with my own eyes!"

"Well..." Boehner touched the gray moustache on his chin and thought it over carefully before saying, "if you follow the old rules, it will not work now. However, I can feel the kindness of 'don't want others to be sad' from your wish..."

"Well, you can come - of course, you have to get the consent of your grandparents first."

A moment later, when little Cathy got the consent from her elders and followed Boehner to St. Mungo, Marca was just considering whether to see St. Mungo again.

In fact, he felt as if he had found a very important clue.

But to tell the truth, the mysterious wizard said those words first, and now he will meet little Cathy again in St. mungo.

If it's just a "coincidence", is it a bit "too coincidental"?