Chapter 41: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 20

Professor Sprout also revealed a piece of news that surprised Sien.

"Yes, children, herbology and potions are always interdependent.

Every harvest season, Severus always comes to the greenhouse."

Sien imagined the image of Professor Sineipu holding a hoe, then went on to select porcupine quills.

"Porcupine quills are about three inches long, and the thickness is about the size of two slug tentacles..."

Walking out of the greenhouse, Sien reviewed the key points of processing and recorded them all on the parchment he carried with him.

Up to now, the four materials for the Boil-Cure Potion:

dried nettles, porcupine quills, poisonous snake fangs, and slugs with tentacles, Sien had a deep understanding of them,

which meant that the first step of his plan was completed.

Thinking of this, Sien's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I say Sien, we have already left the greenhouse, there's no need to record it again."

Senior Bruce crossed his arms, somewhat helplessly pulling Sien away,

to avoid him bumping into the standing armor rack because he was too focused.

On the armor rack,

the lady wearing a ceremonial gown covered her mouth and smiled, making the knight opposite stare in a daze.

The clock pointed to six,

the breeze was unhurried,

on the path where the warm sun tilted,

Sien heard the bell of Hogwarts ring.

Senior Bruce stopped his pace.

In the corridor next to the greenhouse,

Leon was holding a book, his blonde hair shining in the warm sun, and Pister was holding a potted plant, its tender leaves swaying in the wind.

Both of them cast their eyes toward Bruce.

Senior Bruce grinned:

"These two guys..."

He turned back to say goodbye to Sien,

but before he could speak, a piece of pineapple candied fruit was placed in his hand.

"Snack exchange, Hufflepuff tradition, Senior Bruce."

He was stunned for a moment, and Sien had already walked away briskly.

"Is he really not a Hufflepuff?"

Leon closed the book.

"Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake."

Bruce carefully put away the candied fruit,

suddenly said "Hey," and with both hands, grabbed Leon and Pister over.

His arms firmly encircled the necks of the two, like a warm lock, locking the three heads firmly together.

"Opening!"

He laughed loudly.

"Fool."

Leon stumbled.

Pister carefully protected the potted plant.

Since borrowing enough books from the library yesterday, Sien's only problem was not having enough time to finish his homework.

At eight o'clock, the Hogwarts library had to close,

and it was already 6:30 after Sien finished dinner.

Therefore, Sien didn't choose to go to the library, but returned directly to the Ravenclaw Tower.

There was a desk in the Ravenclaw double bedroom, and it was thoughtfully equipped with floating candles,

yes, the same style as the candles in the Great Hall.

Clearly a good place to finish homework.

Ravenclaw's wisdom,

Sien thought.

"Sien, are you going back to the tower?"

At the entrance of the Great Hall, Sien ran into Michael, who was playing Nine Men's Morris.

"Hmm."

Sien nodded.

"Oh! Wait for me!"

Michael quickly made a move, his Nine Men's Morris piece raised a big stick, knocking the last piece of the young wizard opposite him flying.

"Narrow victory."

Michael smiled and put away the pieces, then ran toward Sien.

The staircase back to Ravenclaw was still terrifyingly long,

Michael climbed panting, complaining as he climbed:

"The welcome speech said Ravenclaw would help young wizards seeking knowledge, climbing the steps of wisdom,

but it didn't say these steps were so long!"

Michael looked up; in front was a staircase with no end in sight,

"Merlin... such a staircase, I have to climb it for seven years?"

Before his words fell, a strong wind blew,

it turned out to be an upper-year Ravenclaw who had entered the tower riding a broomstick.

And it caused exclamations from the young Ravenclaws around.

"Cool!"

Michael looked straight at the elegant wizard, his heart also heating up.

The steps decreased little by little, and Sien and Michael were finally about to arrive.

"... maybe many people think the glory days of the Chudley Cannons are over, but everyone knows it will recreate the brilliance of yesterday..."

At this time, Michael's complaints had turned into a yearning for Quidditch,

he was just about to continue narrating the glorious history of the Chudley Cannons,

but first noticed the swaying young wizard beside him.

"Sien!" ===== CHAPTER 42 =====