Chapter 371： Sprout's greenhouse

Classroom No. 7, in a dark secret room.

Cedric Diggory, Roger Davis and Collins Foley formed a three-person team to fight a dark green basilisk over fifty feet in length.

"Collins! Your direction!" Cedric shouted.

Collins closed her eyes immediately, and in the next second, she noticed a cold gaze toward herself, her body began to stiffen, and the magic in her body seemed to solidify little by little, as if to make her whole person frozen into stone, but she Knowing that this is the function of the super-sensing mantra.

"I'm not a dumb gun!"

She staggered back, panting. "Swish!" A sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the slap-big stone grazed her forehead, and a bit of blood was drawn on the sharp edge.

She lowered her body silently and waited quietly for the opportunity.

"Roger! It's going to see you!"

She heard Cedric's voice again, opened her eyes suddenly, and the "eye curse" that had been brewing for a long time flew out immediately. Before she could confirm the result of the battle, she retreated far, blocking a few broken stones in front of her. .

"Only the left eye is left!" Davis's voice reminded.

A few minutes later, the basilisk fell down with wounds all over his body. It was still breathing, but it was covered in wounds and blinded. Under normal circumstances, it is not far from death.

They gathered from different places, silently watching the basilisk scatter into countless green light spots, and a sense of accomplishment poured out in their hearts.

Roger Davis sat slumped on the ground with exhaustion, regardless of his image, anyway, they had seen the worst. This is the fifth time they have faced the basilisk, and the first four times were the result of group destruction.

"A great victory!" Flitwick screamed and appeared, his two legs turned into hazy smoke, holding a long trajectory, and suddenly appeared in front of them.

Cedric grinned. This was after he passed through a black bat cave under the iron armor curse, and saw this image of Professor Flitwick again.

The current four administrators have significant and personal differences

Professor Flitwick of the Curse and Dean of Ravenclaw is always full of passion, and he does not hesitate to praise the students for any progress, and even behaved a little surprised; Professor of Transfiguration and Dean of Gryffindor McGonagall showed With a serious and meticulous character, she will appear at the beginning and give them a few useful advices; while the young Principal Dumbledore’s favorite thing was to chat with people, and his keenness and insight made the students We are ashamed.

The ancient magic text professor Haipu is the most alternative. He often shows up when they pass through the level, stares at them, and points out the mistakes in a less pleasant way at the right time, and he is also happy to personally demonstrate the customs clearance method for them in their own way after they fail.

"... You should find that seeing the eyes of a basilisk can cause death... This is actually a misinformation. Killing a wizard is not an easy task. If there is no magic power to work in it, you will I found that their eyes are not much different from those of ordinary snakes."

As usual, Flitwick made a summary of customs clearance and gave an evaluation of their behavior.

"But professor, the basilisk in the secret room caused the petrification of a student and a cat the previous year." Cedric asked inexplicably.

"This doesn't explain much. The basilisk was in an attacking state. Any creature that appeared in front of it would be attacked. There is no reason to think that when it is alone, it maintains a large amount of magic power on its eyes."

Collins calmly analyzed: "Professor Flitwick, can I think that the basilisk's gaze is similar to our magic and is controlled?"

Flitwick nodded and pointedly said in praise: "Yes, from the results of Severus's dissection of the basilisk, that's it!"

"Are there other examples to prove it, Professor?" Cedric asked.

"Of course! Take the invisible beast as an example..." Flitwick whispered.

Cedric and the others dragged their tired bodies out of the secret room. The dark, damp, rugged, narrow room slowly disappeared behind them. At this moment, they were standing on the white and smooth floor. In an endless space, three of different sizes were of different sizes. , Buildings of different styles are strangely joined together.

Felix and Professor Sprout came to face each other, and they immediately squinted their eyes and stared at the clothes of the two professors. This is the skill that everyone has mastered in the past month, and the clothes will emit a faint light. , Silver light.

This is one of the ways to distinguish between reality and illusion.

And these two... are both real.

"Professor Sprout, Professor Haipu!" The three said hello. Felix and Sprout nodded gently in response, and walked deeper.

"Cedric, what do you think they are here for?" Davis asked.

Cedric's gaze stopped on the backs of the two professors, suddenly showing a surprised expression, his gray eyes looked very eager, "Maybe we are about to welcome a new professor soon..."

The always calm Collins Foley was slightly surprised: "Don't!"

"Why?" Cedric stared at her, and Ms. Sprout was his dean.

"Think about which class she teaches," Collins closed his eyes. "I gave up herbal medicine in the sixth grade, just don't want to take care of the more and more distorted and ugly plants..."

She said with trembling lips: "The stinging poisonous tentacles, the biting fangs geraniums, the greasy gills, the pus-splattered Mibumibao...Take the Balbo tuber as an example, you only need to be far away in the second grade. Observe from a distance, the fourth grade will start to squeeze pus on them, what is the sixth grade?"

She turned to look at Cedric.

Cedric said bitterly: "Skinning and pollination."

...

In the depths of classroom 7, the two professors stood quietly.

A silver, short figure appeared in front of them, which became clearer and clearer. Felix felt like he had seen twins, both with flowing gray hair and a thick hat full of patches.

Sprout’s memory hummed, and happily pulled up a number of magical plants from the void of air, and just planted more than a dozen willows with the beating willow. She took a flexible step and sprinkled black seeds, and after a while, clusters of black thorns grew to the height of five or six feet.

Beside Felix, Professor Sprout looked at the scene enviously, black thorns entwined with each other to form a high wall.

"I once suggested that Dumbledore plant a circle around the forbidden forest, but the workload was too much and I had to give up in the end."

"Uh, I think the students have a headache..."

At the same time, the Weasley twins grumbled in the common room, feeling that they seemed to have forgotten how to fly. Harry, who was busy making up his homework, was surprised to find that he hadn't touched the broomstick for a long time.

So in the evening, he dragged Ron and Hermione, who seemed to drown himself in the sea of ​​books, to the Quidditch Stadium.

The southeast corner of the Quidditch Stadium was already occupied by a construction site at this time. A dozen houses were connected together to form a ring, which together guarded the tallest building in the center, which was almost a spire.

Some workers are busy with the last part of the work.

They watched from a distance for a while, then sat on their broomsticks to enjoy the cool October wind. Hermione sat on the broom side and moved the broom three feet off the ground. He slowly circled the court. Harry controlled the firebolt, accelerating and accelerating, turning into a scarlet shadow. He flew higher and higher, farther and farther, and from hundreds of feet away he saw Hagrid approaching carrying a piece of wood that was at least thirty feet tall.

"Hagrid, do you need help?" He swooped over, circled Hagrid, and stopped in front of him.

Hagrid looked at him suspiciously.

Harry didn't say much, took out his wand, and said the spell: "Yugadim Leviosa!"

Hagrid bumped the wood on his shoulder and said coarsely, "It's kind of useful..." They returned to the court together, and a red-faced wizard wearing a sun hat on the construction site shouted: "Here... Hagrid! Work hard, we can finish it today."

Hagrid carried the wood and stood it up without much effort, and Harry on the side could see that it was a pillar of the house.

The shouting red-faced wizard chanted a spell to fix the pillar, and the two people next to him were constantly looking at the drawing with the drawing. One of them said in a complaining tone: "Are they going to move the school over? Finn... save some place, we Reserve a place for the statue."

"Statue? What statue?" cried the wizard named Finn.

"They bring them by themselves, but we need to reserve a place, understand? Where you are standing there will be a huge thunderbird in the future."

Harry found Hagrid and asked, "Is this...?"

"The resident of the Ifamoni School." Hagrid said succinctly. He looked at Hermione and Ron, who was enthusiastically walking back and forth around the ring above the Quidditch post, yelling excitedly.

Hagrid said thoughtfully: "It seems that you are not restrained during this time. You can come to me for tea when you have time. Luna and Ginny will come often, and Firenze..."

"Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I know a lot from them. Ginny thought about letting me borrow Aragog to try if Ron is really not afraid of spiders. You know she has always been curious... "

"Aragok is still... uh, is it okay?" Harry asked. He actually wanted to say if the old spider was dead, but it seemed impolite.

"Make do." Hagrid murmured. "To be honest, it's not good. It has always wanted to return to the Forbidden Forest, but the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider Lair has no place for it. It can't see through... Felix every month I have to cast a reduction spell so that I can regularly let it go out for a stroll, not always in a cage... It’s also good to bask in the sun and eat some frog eggs..."

He babbled, surprised Harry, he seemed to have missed a lot of things.

When they returned from the stadium, Hermione was still complaining. She had missed fifty pages of the book, but her expression was smiling. Harry and Ron had become accustomed to her insincere words. Ron said about his divination homework. Not finished yet.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry?" Hermione looked at him suspiciouslyThanks to the time spent visiting the restricted book zone with Harry, we have a lot of new ideas," Ron said "This helps us maintain a good result. "

"Yes, you get high scores by making up your own bad luck," Hermione said. "Are you sure Trelawney knows the effects of the curse in the restricted book zone?"

Ron's expression was not so confident anymore, he looked at Harry hesitantly.

At this moment they walked into the hall, and a notice was posted on the big bulletin board, and a large group of students huddled together underneath.

‘Triwizard Tournament: Representatives of Ifamuni will arrive at 10 am on Sunday, October 16. Teachers and students, please prepare in advance’

"I knew it!" Ron said loudly, as if he had discovered some kind of truth: "No wonder the professors repeatedly remind us of etiquette these past two days!"

Harry didn't speak, his thoughts had flown two days later, Ifamoni... what would their students be like?