Chapter 125

The corridor outside the greenhouse.

The lady in the evening dress tilted her head, curiously looking at the three passing Hufflepuffs.

"Want some gingerbread?"

Piste suddenly took out a few sugar cookies wrapped in tin foil from his bag,

Bruce quickly moved ten meters away from him:

"Sometimes I think you have no sense of taste, Piste; we processed ginger powder for three days, and the smell made me feel a bit nauseous, and you can still eat gingerbread?"

"It's okay."

Leon ate a piece with a normal expression,

"Also, that's sense of smell... idiot."

Bruce suddenly had a dazed look, then murmured:

"So, I spent three days processing pungent ginger powder with two guys who have no sense of smell, and I'm the only one suffering?!"

He seemed to remember something, his expression excited, his speech fast:

"What spell?"

"Transparent Bubble-Head Charm."

Leon's expression was normal.

"I said you two looked a bit big-headed these past few days, Merlin, you didn't tell me, just watched me suffer!"

Bruce jumped up instantly.

But he only saw Leon and Piste looking at him with normal expressions:

"If you didn't put itching powder in our hats and in..."

"Hehe, never mind, I was wrong."

"It's the annual rule again; by the fourth week, the greenhouse is empty again."

Bruce said as if casually,

"But why do I always feel like someone is coming back?"

He leaned in front of Leon, who was holding a book, and Piste, who was holding a potted plant:

"Want to make a bet?"

"No bet."

Leon glanced at him.

"Are you afraid?"

Bruce held his nose high.

Knowing that if he didn't agree, he would be nagged for a day, Leon sighed:

"Bet what?"

"I bet there will be one more Ravenclaw assistant in the greenhouse after today."

"Stakes?"

"Help me do one thing during the Hogsmeade week!"

"Deal."

Watching Bruce leave with a "Aha" and a beaming face, Leon sighed at Piste again.

"It seems we have one more thing to do during the Hogsmeade week..."

Piste nodded while holding the potted plant, but his honest smile deepened.

The air in the greenhouse is filled with the fresh scent of moist soil and plant sap all year round.

Sunlight shines through the crystal glass dome, forming a bright and soft halo, and sprinkles evenly on every leaf.

The chubby Professor Sprout is teaching:

"Ginger is a plant root with a stimulating fragrance; it is also a material used to make magical potions,

not only can it be used to make Deflating Draught, but it is also often used to make Wit-Sharpening Potion, Beauty Potion, etc.

Among other uses, ginger can be used to make Ginger Newt Biscuits and gingerbread, etc."

The young wizards stared at Professor Sprout, who was showing the ginger roots on all the planting racks to the students.

"Ginger Newt Biscuits come from such a strange thing?"

Sean heard a Slytherin say so.

The young wizards followed Professor Sprout's guidance to process the ginger roots, and then, the professor led everyone to recognize another plant without stopping—

a shriveled, pearly white bean, looking very much like an enlarged version of mistletoe berries.

"Alright, can anyone tell me what it is?"

Professor Sprout smiled gently, and the Slytherins and Ravenclaws flipped through their textbooks together.

"One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" by Phyllida Spore is the main textbook flipped through.

Although this witch passed away in 1408, "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" is still one of the textbooks at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as of 1997.

If Sean remembered correctly, there was also her portrait in the headmaster's office.

"Then..."

Seeing several Ravenclaws looking at one place, Professor Sprout also found Sean in the crowd.

"Soporific Bean. It has many magical properties and is also a material for making magical potions.

It should be noted that directly consuming the silver juice squeezed from the Soporific Bean will remove a person's memory."

Sean always felt this scene was particularly familiar.

The Herbology class ended in a noisy mess, and the greenhouse became messy again.

Some soil was overturned on the path, and occasionally footprints of varying depths could be seen.

Professor Sprout saw the young wizards filing out; usually, several Hufflepuffs would pour in at this time,

but now it was empty.

Just as an owl flew over the greenhouse, a young wizard had already slipped to the front of the professor's wide skirt at some point.

"Professor, can I still stay and help?"