"It's my pleasure!
I feel so much better when I spend time with these lovely plants! "Her stomach felt warm too.
Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction. She took out a sneezing and unhygienic watering can from the retractable crucible and started to tend to her plants.
One after another, students appeared in the greenhouse. Anna took out a pair of dragon leather protective gloves and put them on. Although she would definitely not need to use these gloves in this class, Anna felt that it was very cool to wear them.
Belinda shook her head and pinched her nose. "So ugly." It was hard to tell if she meant 'so ugly' or 'so smelly'.
Her beautiful light blue eyes were full of despair. "You better clean yourself up when you come back!
I don't want to fall asleep every day with the smell of... um... metabolites! "
"Take a long-term view." Anna looked at the busy Professor Sprout and lowered her voice towards Belinda. "If everything goes well, you'll be able to feel the charm of the distant East... Speaking of which, you're not forbidden to play with fire in the dormitory, right?"
"To be honest, I don't really want to feel the charm..." Belinda rolled her eyes.
"Our dear, beloved, beautiful, hot-blooded — you can fight with a bear in Diagon Alley — you can also deal with a dragon —" Belinda's words were interrupted by a string of praises.
The twins appeared and put their arms around Anna's neck. "The great Anna!"
"Let me see, let me see." Fred patted Anna's biceps and frowned. He looked very serious, like an uncle or an aunt testing the quality of beef in a supermarket.
"You've lost weight."
George did not know where Fred got this conclusion. Anna had only been at school for a day. It was a bit exaggerated. "Indeed." Anyway, he agreed with his brother first.
Belinda looked at the twins. Red patterned robes — red patterned meant Gryffindor!
Gryffindor meant bad intentions!
Belinda was alarmed. This class was with Gryffindor!
"Are you being bullied?"
Fred looked at Belinda cautiously. He took out a pile of dung eggs and handed them to Anna. "We met Peeves in the morning and discussed a lot of pranks. He said we can set the dung eggs on fire and throw them in the toilet..."
"If you do that, I'll open the window!"
Belinda pulled Anna back in a panic. She was already imagining an indescribable object hanging from her hair. "Blergh …"
"Open the window?" George was amused. "Slytherin only open the window when it's pranked?
No way!
The smell of the dung eggs can't go away! "
"Our dorm is at the bottom of the lake!"
"Pretend I didn't say anything." George zipped up his mouth.
"Hmph." Belinda pouted and raised her hands.
"Don't worry, I'm not being bullied." Anna looked at the 'weak, pitiful and helpless' Belinda. She suddenly felt a little guilty, as if she was the one who had bullied her with her cheap mouth.
Belinda had almost zero fighting ability. She was mysophobic, fussy, and a little arrogant. "She's Belinda Shafik, my roommate. She's a beauty and a good person." She thanked her roommate for not killing her.
Belinda looked at Anna in surprise. What was going on?
What was the truth?
"This is Fred Weasley. That's George Weasley. They're both my old friends." Anna introduced them to Belinda. "You can't tell them apart anyway. Just know that there are two of them."
"It's obvious that I'm more handsome."
"I believe that anyone with eyes can judge for themselves."
The twins jostled.
"Weasley?" Pure-blooded traitor?
Red hair!
It was definitely them!
Even though they were Gryffindor... their father, Arthur Weasley, worked in the Ministry of Magic's' No Abuse of Muggle Items' office. He was still a director. (What Belinda didn't know was that this director only had an old man as his subordinate. His office was about the size of an apartment toilet.)
Belinda's brain was spinning rapidly. "Nice to meet you." After thinking, she assessed the pros and cons of befriending the twins. 'Even though they're Gryffindor, there's a chance that I'll be ostracized by some Slytherin people if I befriend them. But I might be able to get some useful information from them.'
The pros outweighed the cons. Belinda nodded to herself.
"Then these are for you, our second Slytherin friend." George casually stuffed the dung eggs into Belinda's hands.
Belinda instantly felt that the cons were a hundred times greater than the pros. Not snorting and walking away was definitely the biggest mistake in her life.
"Children, children, come over here!"
Professor Sprout put the sneeze kettle on the shelf and asked everyone to gather around the wooden table in the middle of the greenhouse.
However, she quickly took down the watering can from the shelf because it had sneezed so loudly that it had wet the hair of a few young wizards.
"Ouch!
Who gave it the guts!
My hair! "Belinda was one of them.
"I'm so sorry!
It's been a few years, and it's been making mistakes recently. "Professor Sprout guiltily gave the young wizards a 'clean up.'
"It seems that Mr. Kettle has caught a cold recently." Fred curiously looked at the poor kettle, which sneezed a few more times.
"Maybe it's pollen allergy," George said.
"Hahahaha, you're very imaginative." Professor Sprout cleaned up the young wizards and returned to the front of the wooden table. "It took some time, but it's nothing. There's no need to rush in the herbal class. It's not as scary as the Potion class, and you don't have to be vigilant like the Defense against Black Magic class..."
"In the herbal class, we seek inner peace and find an opportunity to live in harmony with nature. I'm your professor, Pomona Sprout."
"This year, we'll mainly learn about plants and discover plants. Plants for healing, plants for restraining dangerous creatures, and..."
"Plants for eating," Anna added in her mind.
"Plants that you can never eat."
"Also, we'll go out of the greenhouse and go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to get close to nature and discover interesting and magical plants." Professor Sprout smiled. "For the young wizards who perform well, I'll give them the edible bubble bean pods that I planted myself. It's a kind of plant that blooms when it's dropped on the ground. It's very beautiful."
"If you don't drop it on the ground and cook it directly, it will bloom on the tip of your tongue. It literally blooms, and it tastes very delicious."
At that moment, Professor Sprout was surrounded by a peaceful aura, as if there was a light shining from behind her. Anna labeled her as a good professor.
"Flowers on the tongue?" A young lion looked very excited. "Interesting!"
"Oh, Gryffindor would find it interesting even if a tree grew on his tongue," a young snake complained. A group of young snakes laughed in agreement. It was a good tradition of the Snake Institute to not get along with the other academies.
Anna suddenly found a characteristic of Slytherin people. They were very clear about their own people and were very good at helping each other in all aspects...
If they used this spirit for the right things, it would be 'brotherhood'. If they did bad things, they would be 'a nest of snakes and rats'.
"It would be great if a Whacking Willow could grow on your tongue," Fred interjected.
"It would be nice to grow an apple tree." George glanced at Fred. "I won't faint from hunger when I'm teaching the History of Magic."
"Did you faint from hunger?" Fred frowned. "I thought you ate too much for lunch and wanted to take a nap..."
He moved closer to Anna. "Professor Binns of the History of Magic is a ghost!
Merlin's beard. He's not teaching the History of Magic at all — I think he's narrating his own ghostly life experience! "
"And it's very cool around him." George touched his arm. "It's the kind of... um... cool feeling that makes one's pores feel comfortable."
Anna felt that George was trying to say creepy.
"But it's also good. You'll definitely be able to sleep well in the History of Magic in summer," Fred concluded.
"?" There seemed to be something wrong, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
"Quiet down, all of you quiet down. Little wizards, you're too impetuous." Professor Sprout pressed her hand down and signaled the students to quiet down. She felt a little helpless. "I hope that herbalism can calm you down. Don't make so much noise like a dwarf pig monster all day long …"
"What's a dwarf pig monster?
Professor Sprout! "A lion cub raised his hand.
"Although I'm not a professor of the Conservation of Magical Animals class, I can still tell you a thing or two about it." Professor Sprout reminded them. "This animal looks like a stunted piglet. It likes to sneak into the farm's pigsty or sneak into the vegetable field. The point is, it will grow bigger and bigger!"
Professor Sprout gestured with his hands, "It's even bigger than this greenhouse. Its big belly can easily destroy all the fruits of your hard work in the vegetable field."
"They're one of the favorite foods of the Fire Dragon. As for how I know... Professor Keigelburn of the Conservation of Magical Animals class..."
"That stubborn old man with only one arm and half a leg!
He's missing an arm and a leg because of the Fire Dragon. I really don't understand why he's so interested in the Fire Dragon. He actually colluded with Hagrid and secretly raised a few dwarf pigs in the Forbidden Forest! "
"Last winter, one sneaked out and destroyed most of my vegetable field." Professor Sprout shrugged helplessly. "During that time, the poor little wizards ate significantly less vegetables. Madam Pomfrey of the school hospital had to ask Professor Snape to make a large amount of 'boils treatment potion'."
"This is the first time I know." She paused. "This potion also has a miraculous effect on treating hemorrhoids."
That's why it must be a combination of meat and vegetables. Anna nodded. Eating meat alone was not enough. Even in the magic world, hemorrhoids would grow.