DNF Meets Harry Potter

The little badgers and the little eagles seemed to be interested in the mandrake, and they immediately started to participate in it under the instruction of Professor Sprout.

Herbal classes are generally about gaining knowledge by doing...

When the mandrake is buried in the soil, the exposed leaves occasionally shake twice, as if being gently blown by the wind.

But don't be fooled by its outer appearance, you only need to peel it off, and you will see the frustrating scene. There is no other reason, this thing is not only ugly, it also plays with flowers, and the sound can really kill people...

Karl looked at the pot of Mandrake in front of him in amazement, his eyes filled with the greed of the Seven Deadly Sins, these are all living Galleons!

Its leaves look green and fat, just like the leaf umbrella in Plants vs. Zombies, covering the entire flower pot...

Karl firmly grabbed the leaf and pulled it out of the pot. He saw an extremely ugly baby hanging under the leaf. Its skin was light green with some spots on it.

The mandrake that had been plucked out of the ground and yelled like a groundhog with its mouth open. It kept twisting its limbs and began to struggle, waving its small pointed fists, gnashing its teeth and trying to plunge into Carl's hand.

This thing can attack physically as well as magically? How coquettish!

Carl raised his head and glanced at the other students, and found that they were all concentrating on dealing with his one, and their expressions were a little distorted. It was obvious that it would be a test of courage to really get in touch with this thing.

Carl stared furiously at Professor Sprout above with his transcendental perception. There was no doubt that he had the idea of ​​the Mandrake.

No matter how good a professor is, there will always be times when he is negligent, and at that moment, it is the best time for scumbags to cheat.

Although Karl is not a scumbag, but he is Grandet, as long as there is something about Jin Gallon, he will not let it go...

When Professor Sprout came down to check and inspect, Carl reached out his hands covertly and broke the two calves of his pot of Mandrake, and then immediately put it into the dimensional space created with him. The whole process was extremely skillful. There is nothing less to look at.

In an instant, the cry of the mandrake in his hand became even more miserable.

"Silence!"

However, no one felt sorry for it, and the only response to it was Karl's exquisite silent and wand-casting...

The poor mandrake couldn't call out in an instant.

"You can call, but you won't know it even if you call out Professor Sprout!"

With an evil smile on his face, Karl watched the Mandrake keep opening his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He immediately stuffed it into a large flower pot beside him, and quickly buried it with soil.

Last year in herbal medicine class, he used this operation to remove the parts of many plants, and exchanged for a sum of Galleon...

When the get out of class was about to end, Carl's small space had already been filled with a lot of small arms and legs of mandrakes. As long as it passes through his hands, no one is complete.

Anyway, it is a herbaceous plant, and it can grow again with fewer parts, it just takes a longer time to mature. And this time they are useless, the diary is still in his drawer...

And after changing the pots this time, for a long time, these little cuties with golden light will not move their nests again, and Professor Sprout will not just pull them out every few days to see their growth. Absolutely cheating...

Here, Karl has completed the homework in hand with ease, and is constantly looking at the rare plants in the third greenhouse.

But the other students hadn't had Carl's good energy for a long time. They were all sweating profusely, their backs ached, and their bodies were covered with dirt and fertilizer. This made some little witches who love cleanliness almost collapse.

Because of the continuous tossing of the mandrake, every little wizard was more or less stained with dragon dung.

I didn't feel much in the greenhouse just now. It's still the same sentence-living with evil people is like entering an abalone's nest, and if you don't smell the smell for a long time, you will also melt with them.

But as soon as they came out of the greenhouse and came into contact with the fresh air, a terrible chemical reaction began to happen.

Humanoid biochemical weapon, understand?

Several of Carl's roommates used several cleans and some odor-eliminating magic on themselves one after another.

They resolutely decided to form a group and go back to the Ravenclaw tower to take a shower before going to the transfiguration class, even if the time spent traveling back and forth on the road might cause them to be late...

A wizard is such a strange creature. Obviously, the power of the magic side is much more magical than the power of the physical side, but...

Karl shook his head, and looked helplessly at the roommates rushing towards the dormitory. They must hurry up, because the eagle beak knocker at the door is not a benevolent thing...

In the Transfiguration classroom, Carl fiddled with the wand in his hand boredly. Because he felt that today's course teaching was too simple, which made him unable to arouse even the slightest interest.

Professor McGonagall announced his request during the class—just turn a beetle into a button in one class and it will be done!

Looking at Professor McGonagall's extremely simple request, Carl couldn't help but think of the days when he died in Innsmouth during the summer vacation.

He used transfiguration to turn the steel bed that was about to fall apart into a luxurious Simmons, earning a fortune.

Watching Professor McGonagall come down to inspect the students, Carl just waved his wand casually. The unknown beetle with spots on the table turned over and trembled and turned into a light blue button with clear and delicate patterns forming his name.

The most important thing is that the shape of the button is very stable because of the powerful attribute of dimensional magic. Karl estimates that if no one casts the anti-curse and takes the initiative to cancel it, it may not return to the original state for ten or twenty days...

"Perfect and wonderful transformation! Ravenclaw is very good!" Professor McGonagall had just finished distributing the materials and was about to come down for a walk, when he saw the buttons on Carl's desk. While lamenting the rapid progress of Karl's Transfiguration Curse, she spoke without hesitation.

She is such a impartial professor. Unlike Old Bat, no matter how well Cal made potions in his class, he always had that stinky face as if Cal owed him five hundred Galleons.

But obviously this situation is reversed, the old bat owes him five hundred galleons - he hasn't paid the money for helping Harry get rid of the Whomping Willow...

Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, the one who owes money is the father...

When Carl was brainstorming, Professor McGonagall stepped forward and waved his wand lightly to float Carl's deformed button in mid-air, showing it to other little wizards...