Harry Potter: Super Magic God

　　 91st bad course

　　Professor Sprout pulled out a big flowerpot from under the table, and slammed the struggling Mandela doll into the soil. Harry only felt a little bit in his heart when he saw this.

The professor covered the mandrake tightly with damp dark mud, leaving only a clump of leaves exposed. Then he patted the mud on his hands, signaled to everyone for safety, and then removed his earmuffs.

　　 Harry waited for the professor to take off his earmuffs and nothing happened, then carefully took off his earmuffs.

　　 "These mandela grasses used for demonstration are only seedlings, so you won't die if you hear them cry." The professor said calmly, as if the amazing scene just now was just loosening the lawn.

"They will just leave you in a coma for a few hours. I think school has just started, and you have not arrived yet, and you want to use this to skip class. So when you are busy, you must wear earmuffs tightly and make sure you do everything. I can’t hear it. I will remind you when it’s time to end the get out of class.”

　　 Professor Sprout said in a relaxed tone, and then arranged for everyone to do it themselves.

"Each group of four people, a flower plate, the fertilizer is in the bag over there, take it by yourself, be careful of the poisonous tentacles next to it, it is teething." She patted a ferocious crimson plant before it Retracted the tentacles with teeth and claws.

　　 "It's not easy," Harry muttered, and he was grouped with Ron, Hermione, and another Hufflepuff boy.

"I'm Justin Finley, I'm glad to meet you, the famous Harry Potter, and the eternal honor student, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. You are all celebrities..." Justin A friendly greeting to the three Harry, and shaking hands with them respectively.

　　 Harry had seen him before, but hadn't spoken together, and he was a very lively Hufflepuff. Hermione praised him well, showing a sweet smile. Ron hadn't recovered from the roaring letter.

He was a lively person, even a little nagging, and he gushed along the way, "...that Lockhart is really a brave man. He wrote in the book that he was blocked by a werewolf. When I was in the phone booth, I calmly figured out a way. If it were me, I would have been scared to death...."

"My family is not a wizard, they want me to go to Eton College." He explained, "A noble school, but then I came to Hogwarts, which is wonderful. Although my mother was a little disappointed, Eton Learning has always been her dream. Later I showed her some of Lockhart's books. I think she will understand how important it is to have a well-trained wizard at home..."

　　Hermione also knew about Eton College, which was a very famous aristocratic school. She almost went there. Justin's situation was similar to her.

　　 But before she was interested, they put on the earmuffs again and started tossing the mandela grass. This is not easy, much harder than it seems. Although Professor Sprout is small, his strength is not small. Hermione couldn't move these little monsters at all. The mandela grass was like rooting in the soil, they were squeezing into the soil desperately, not wanting to be pulled out.

　　 It took Harry a lot of effort to pull out a fat baby, and he had to take a lot of effort to push it back into the ground. They struggled desperately, yelled, gritted their teeth, and waved their feet. Even if they can't hear their crying at all, everyone feels that they are doing something terrible.

　　Hermione felt particularly uncomfortable just by helping out, and the work of a wizard is not always a beautiful thing.

　　 After the herbal medicine class, everyone was exhausted. Harry was sweating all over, his back aches from exhaustion, and his body was still full of mud. He hurriedly returned to the castle to take a shower, and hurriedly went to the transformation class, which obviously affected his state.

　　 In the transformation class, Harry just felt his head groggy, full of roar. The actions and spells that were familiar to me on weekdays are completely out of state now. The professor asked everyone to turn the beetle into a button, but no matter how Harry waved his wand, the beetle was running around without being directed.

　　 Ron didn’t get much better either. He seemed to be still in the aftereffects of howling letters. He was always distracted during class. He just stayed in a daze for a while and the bell rang after class.

　　Only Hermione has maintained a consistently high standard as always, but this did not make Harry and Ron much happy.

"This year's class schedule is really unreasonable. After the physical work in the herbal medicine class, we should arrange a break first, instead of continuing with the difficult transformation class. At this time, who has the strength and brain." Harry looked frustrated. It’s not a good sign that it’s only the first day of school, grumbling.

　　 Hermione blinked her eyes quietly, and said silently in her heart, "I'm still physically and mentally." But she knew it was not the time to say this, and the herbal medicine class Harry was the main laborer.

　　 Ron was still out of mind, eating in silence with his head buried.

"Although you said it makes sense, the herbal medicine class should not be arranged early in the morning and connected to other courses." George took Harry's class schedule, agreed with him, and then continued, "But it's only the first day of school now~ www.wuxiahere.com~ You can’t hold it anymore, it’s not a good thing. When you’re upset, you can relax first and adjust with meditation."

　　 "And Ron." George turned his head to Ron, and Harry immediately kicked Ron under the table, making him recover quickly.

　　 "I don't want to mention the yelling letter." George watched Ron come back to his senses only at Harry's reminder, knowing that they must be turned back sooner.

　　 "But you already mentioned it." Ron sneered and looked at George with a grimace.

　　 "Things have passed and will not get worse. Getting the new semester on track is now the most important thing." George didn't want Harry and Ron to be stuck in the quagmire of bad luck because of the unsuccessful start of school.

　　 "What class is this afternoon?" Ha patted his face with his hand, trying to make himself more awake, and he knew that he could not continue in this state.

　　 "Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione said expectantly.

　　 "Oh!" Harry had just gotten up a little bit of fighting spirit, and became frustrated again. He didn't like the extravagance at all, and regarded him as Lockhart of the same kind.

"Why sigh, Professor Lockhart is great." Hermione felt that Harry had a prejudice against Professor Lockhart. She had read Professor Lockhart's book, and the content in it was reasonable and credible. .

　　 "He also lied to you girls." Ron murmured. Mrs. Weasley also liked Lockhart very much, but otherwise. No one in the Weasleys liked Lockhart anymore, to be precise, everyone else hated Lockhart. Even Ginny doesn’t like him, Ginny only likes Harry~www.wuxiahere.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.wuxiahere.com~ mobile phone users please To read.