Chapter 489

"Little Green, I said you always have talent, no matter in what aspect."

At the greenhouse entrance, Senior Bruce hummed a happy tune, seemingly talking to himself.

There were too many legends about this senior; Sean felt for a moment that putting itching powder on Lockhart without anyone noticing was also understandable behavior.

The question was, how did Senior Bruce discover that Professor Lockhart was a fraud?

Before he was exposed, the professors still held a little respect for him.

Just like now, Professor Sprout didn't forcibly drive Lockhart away. However, after Bruce came in for a while, the warm smile on her face never stopped.

Now she looked into Sean's eyes and said:

"We are going to repot Mandrakes today. Who can tell me the characteristics of Mandrakes?"

The young wizards who had just returned from the holiday had empty heads; at this time, the convention in Herbology class came into play—when you can't answer, it doesn't matter, just look behind you to see if there is a quiet Sean Green.

"Mandrake, also known as Mandragora, is a powerful restorative.

It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state."

Sean replied.

"Great answer, right, let's give Mr. Green some applause. He already has some of my style when I was at Hogwarts."

Lockhart snatched the words; he was like a narcissistic peacock, opening his tail at all times.

This time, however, he didn't get the applause he imagined.

"Excuse me, are you talking about Sean Green?"

Michael couldn't help but grin, then said.

The young wizards in the audience all had somewhat strange expressions. The Slytherins didn't care much about Lockhart, but at this moment, they had already put on disdainful looks.

Malfoy even laughed out loud.

Did this guy know what he was saying?

Even his father didn't dare to belittle this Green now.

"Of course, a great little wizard, right? Maybe he can still catch up to my back."

Lockhart continued in a smooth tone, casting an encouraging look at Sean.

"So you are the rising star personally recognized by Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor; we still underestimated you."

Michael flattered, and he also poked Terry next to him.

Terry was counting Mandrake leaves, counting data without stopping, and now he seemed more like giving a dazed response:

"Oh, according to this—you are much more powerful than Headmaster Dumbledore was when he was young."

Lockhart jumped; in this school, the only one he couldn't figure out and didn't dare to figure out was that Headmaster.

"If we were all blocked in a phone booth by a werewolf, Dumbledore probably wouldn't have done better than me. Want to know the details of that thrilling story? I wrote it all in my book.

Well, children, does anyone else remember? It's 'Wandering with Werewolves'.

Let me tell you a little secret in advance: reading some heroic books written by heroic wizards will be of great use."

He explained unhurriedly, and the Ravenclaws were no longer buying it.

Even the little witches who had just shown admiration revealed complex expressions and stopped looking at him.

Speaking of which, Mr. Green and Lockhart seemed to have many similarities.

Equally talented, knowledgeable, and published his own books.

But Mr. Green's story was right before their eyes, and the young wizards couldn't imagine anyone else being more excellent.

Especially being recognized by Headmaster Dumbledore.

Lockhart encountered his first cold reception at Hogwarts; the Ravenclaws didn't buy it, and the Slytherins responded with sneers.

Only then did Lockhart notice the uniqueness of this little wizard.

"Oh, I mean—oh oh oh—"

He suddenly felt itchy all over, without any strength to explain, and could only make some meaningless syllables in his mouth.

Then he ran out of the greenhouse as if dancing a tap dance; outside the greenhouse, Senior Bruce didn't seem to have left yet:

"Oh my, Professor, you've encountered itching vines; do you know about this plant?"

"Of course, I certainly know—if I hadn't been ambushed by it, I would only need two minutes to subdue it—"

It took Lockhart a while to say a few words.

Inside the greenhouse, the young wizards all widened their eyes and fell silent; some little witches who had once believed in Lockhart were even blushing, looking incredulous.

"What a pity, otherwise I think you would definitely have a way to deal with it."

Bruce said "anxiously".

"Needless to say, but now—"

"I'll help you; getting close to a big shot like you has always been my dream—"

"Good boy—what are you sprinkling on me?"

"You should know, this is the powder that removes the effect of itching vines."

"But why am I so itchy?"

"It's itchy because it's working—"

The greenhouse door was pushed shut by Professor Sprout; even for someone like Lockhart, the Professor tried her best to save face for him.

"Very good answer, ten points to Ravenclaw."

Professor Sprout said,

"Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes. But it is also very dangerous. Who can tell me why?"

Without Professor Lockhart, the Herbology class became very normal.

Sean skillfully pulled a very ugly baby out of the soil, with leaves growing on its head. Its skin was pale green, with spots on it. The little guy was clearly screaming at the top of its lungs.

Michael and the others hugged their pots and squeezed around Sean; in other places, a deep red plant with thorns was always reaching out tentacles to the young wizards, scaring them into screaming.

"Compost is in the bag over there—watch out for the Venomous Tentacula, it's teething."

Professor Sprout also reminded.

【You have completely processed a Mandrake with the standard of an experienced hand, proficiency +10】

Each plant had slightly different characteristics; Sean was always enthusiastic about these magical plants, and his processing speed was also the fastest.

By the end of the class, the young wizards were almost sweating, with sore backs and covered in mud. They walked back to the castle tiredly to take a shower, and then the Ravenclaw students hurried to Transfiguration class.

When passing the greenhouse entrance, Professor Lockhart was already breaking out in a cold sweat; he stood in place, forcing himself to smile:

"Oh, children, it took a huge amount of energy, but I subdued the itching vine. Did you have a good time in the greenhouse? After the itching vine was handled by me."

A few Ravenclaw little witches looked up at him and hurried on their way.

He didn't feel ashamed at all, but loudly promoted the handling method of itching vines.

"That's a fake plant, right?"

Sean said.

"Of course it's fake, but someone needs to believe it's real, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Speaking of which, it's not just the itching vine that's fake."

Bruce blinked.