Chapter 36: Transfiguration Class

Pushing open the greenhouse door, Sien felt his heart rate must have accelerated quite a bit.

What if Professor Sprout wasn't there?

What if the professor had already finished processing the poisonous snake fangs?

What if...

The thought flashed through his mind, only to be cast aside by Sien,

because he saw the chubby professor working diligently.

"Professor Sprout."

Sien trotted over, his voice also showing ripples.

"Welcome, Mr. Green,"

Professor Sprout greeted Sien kindly,

"Come with me, today we have special materials to process."

Sien's trot turned into a run, as if Professor Sprout would disappear in a blink of an eye.

A certain chubby witch said "Oh," and pushed aside the vines above Sien's head for him.

Professor Sprout walked briskly in front,

leading Sien through the familiar Bubotuber area.

"The dear Bubotubers are about to mature; when the pink pods get a bit bigger, the shiny beans will jump out.

We have to pick them before the beans jump out, otherwise the greenhouse will be full of Bubotuber flowers."

The professor squeezed a pod, speaking with the joy of a harvest.

"Mr. Green, would you like to come and pick them?"

Sien gave a heavy "Hmm," and the two wizards, one big and one small, arrived at the oak table.

On it were placed all kinds of snake fangs.

"Every year at this time, I help process some materials...

Ah, look at these snake fangs, they are truly sturdy. Mr. Green, do you know the difference between them?"

Professor Sprout waved her wand, and several snake fangs hovered in front of Sien.

They were sharp and pointed, gleaming with a cold light; they did indeed seem to have some differences.

"Poisonous snake fangs will have small grooves inside."

Sien observed the snake fangs carefully for a while and said.

"Completely correct,"

Professor Sprout was somewhat surprised,

"Keen insight."

After she finished speaking, a mortar and pestle flew into Sien's hands,

"Try grinding it, Mr. Green."

Sien didn't hesitate; grinding wasn't a troublesome task,

especially since the pestle in his hand seemed to possess some kind of magic,

Sien guessed it was something like a crushing spell, which made his progress very fast.

Professor Sprout watched Sien grinding intently, then waved her wand,

and the ten mortars and pestles on the table all began to move. ===== CHAPTER 37 =====