Starting from the heavens to perform the entire League of Legends

After hearing what the mage said, Sprout couldn't help feeling a little angry.

If you understand, you will understand. If you do not understand, you will not understand. What does it mean to understand slightly?Look down on the gold content of my professor of herbalism and the dean of Hufflepuff?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Dumbledore hurried out to smooth things over: "It's all for the children."

"Let Professor Ruiz try it, in case it succeeds."

Sprout glared at the purple-skinned mage, and placed the two mandrakes in his hand heavily on the table next to the hospital bed.

Then take a few steps back to make room for the mage to cast the spell.

That means you come and see what tricks you can come up with!If you ruin the mandrake I worked so hard to cultivate, I will put you in the flowerpot!

Normally, the witch, who is sympathetic and optimistic, seemed inexplicably impatient at this time.

She was a little too worried about the petrified Colin and the batch of Mandrakes, especially on the way here. After communicating with Professor McGonagall, she understood the seriousness of the matter better.

So it is not surprising that there is such an attitude now.

Lu Wu didn't say much, just walked to the table, raised his hand and pointed his palm at the mandrake plant on the table.

The other hand holds the rune, drawing its energy.

Vibrant green light instantly enveloped the mandrake, and the whole herb seemed to have been pressed with an accelerator button, growing crazily upwards.

In a few seconds, the exposed plants more than doubled in size, and the rhizomes hidden in the soil caused several cracks in the flowerpot.

At the same time, the energy dissipated from the rune caused other plants in the ward to grow.

Even those old branches that have been in vases for several days have begun to grow new leaves and regrow delicate flower buds.

Outside the window, the already withered climbing vines seemed to have a second spring. They kept twisting their bodies and climbing up, and soon blocked the window tightly.

In the ward, as the mandrake was almost mature, a strong and special fragrance began to permeate the surroundings.

But when it matured, its growth rate did not show any signs of attenuation, and it was still growing continuously.

It's just a flower pot made of ordinary clay, which may be burst by its fat rhizome at any time.

Seeing this, Sprout rushed forward and began to deal with the crazy mandrake.

A mandrake that has lost its protection from the soil will emit a terrifying scream. Even a wizard, without any protective measures, is very likely to die if he hears this sound.

Lu Wu thoughtfully placed a silence barrier around the herb to prevent its screams from affecting other people.

While everyone was waiting for Professor Sprout to handle the mandrake, there was a slight snore in the ward.

Our little Harry, holding the stone and the crystal ball tightly in his arms, fell into a deep sleep unconsciously. He was so tired today.

The mage and Dumbledore who heard the voice looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Both of them knew very well that the little wizard hadn't fallen asleep just now, and had been eavesdropping the whole time.

However, what he heard was what the two old guys wanted him to hear.

The next morning, when Harry woke up again, Lu Wu and the others had already left, and even Colin's bed was empty.

He guessed that Mrs. Sprout should have configured the resurrection potion to lift Colin's petrified state.

Thinking of this, Harry immediately got up from the bed, planning to leave here as well.

His back injury healed last night, when Professor Ryze used that strange rock to ripen the Mandrake.

Harry's wound began to heal inexplicably.

It was because the feeling of life force circulating in his body was so comfortable that he accidentally fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, Harry's feet had just landed on the ground when two heavy objects fell, almost jumping up in fright.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was the two things that I had been holding in my arms last night.

"According to what the dean and the professor said, this thing seems to be called a rune?"

After thinking about it, Harry looked around and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that no one else had noticed.

Then pick things up from the ground.

The things looked good, but he didn't know how to use them after studying them for a long time, so he could only put them in his pocket first.

It just so happened that Harry planned to meet up with two good friends later, and he could ask the clever little witch then.

Maybe Hermione has heard of this thing, she knows everything after all.

Afterwards, the little wizard first went to the school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, and told her that his injuries had healed, and then went back to the Gryffindor common room and changed his clothes again.

His previous body had been burned, and there was a big hole in his back, so he couldn't wear it at all.

When Harry arrived at the place agreed with his friends, the two friends had been waiting for a long time.

With his arms folded and his face full of impatience, Ron complained as soon as they met: "Harry, we made an appointment yesterday, what's the matter with you."

Harry had to keep apologizing: "I'm really sorry, I accidentally overslept."

After speaking, he touched his head shyly.

Ron, who had a deep relationship with him, naturally didn't really blame this friend, but being alone with Hermione in this private space made people very uncomfortable.

So, Ron turned his head to the little witch next to him, and asked, "Please tell me, why do we make soup in the women's bathroom in broad daylight?"

"Are you not afraid of being caught?"

The little curly-haired witch sat cross-legged on the ground, poured a tube of unknown liquid into the boiling soup pot in front of her, and said calmly, "Don't make such a fuss, Ron."

"Usually no one comes here at all."

"Why?" Ron asked in surprise.

Hermione stopped boiling the potion and replied helplessly, "Because of Myrtle."

"Who?" The little red-haired wizard looked like a curious baby who didn't understand anything.

Harry watched the two communicate with each other with a smile, then walked to the little witch, and sat on the ground like her.

"Weeping Myrtle!" Hermione raised her voice, repeating the name again.

Unfortunately, this answer only made Ron more puzzled: "Who is Moaning Myrtle?"

At this moment, the expression of Hermione who was sitting on the ground changed, she seemed to want to laugh, but held back.

And Harry on the side also stared at his friend with wide eyes.

Now there was a ghost in an old school uniform with twin ponytails standing behind Ron.

"I am Moaning Myrtle!!!"

This ghost, which looked somewhat similar to Harry, suddenly yelled in Ron's ear, which was ignorant, scaring him almost out of his wits.

Then, Myrtle dragged her somewhat illusory translucent body and flew into the air, telling her grievances.

"I don't expect you to know me."

"Who's talking about ugly, poor, downcast Myrtle!"