69novels Chapter 204 Classroom Discipline in the Herb Greenhouse
Chapter 204 Classroom Discipline in the Herb Greenhouse
Sure enough, free-range chicken is delicious.
The fragrant chicken, paired with "fried naan-style" rock bread, made Qin Yu thoroughly enjoy his meal.
The Weasley brothers were also greasy-mouthed and bloated.
As for Miss Granger, she was much more elegant—elegantly burping.
Fortunately, Qin Yu recommended Uncle Haige's hawthorn water, which was good for stimulating appetite and aiding digestion.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they dispersed.
In the following days, the Weasley brothers received several more letters from the potions shop owner. The letters contained complaints and pleas, but all expressed the same core idea—an urgent need for the venom of the eight-eyed spider.
However, the two brothers refused as Qin Yu had instructed.
Moreover, even if Qin didn't explain the reason, judging from the urgency of the potion shop owner, they could tell that something was definitely wrong. Therefore, they were willing to carefully observe the subsequent situation.
……
That morning was the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
As George and Fred said, Professor Quirrell always wore thick clothes under his robe, both in and out of class, and his headscarf was wrapped up even more tightly.
As he walked past Qin Yu, a pungent, sour smell emanated from him and entered Qin Yu's nostrils.
Qin Yu quickly held his breath and held it for thirty to fifty seconds before he could recover, and even then he could still smell the scent.
"...Can't he really smell his own body odor?"
Elvis, who was sitting next to Qin Yu, frowned and muttered something to Qin Yu in a low voice.
"Fish sellers can't smell the fishy smell, and even if they could, they wouldn't find it unpleasant," Qin Yu replied quietly.
“...Note, pay attention, here you must first use the binding spell, then, then…”
Professor Quirrell's speech did indeed become increasingly halting.
Half of the students in the class were stumped by his words and looked like they were enduring it with difficulty, while the other half of the students didn't care at all what he was saying.
Qin Yu looked at the strangely behaving Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, his brows furrowed slightly, and a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.
"...This looks a bit like a zombie, doesn't it? Did it take the wrong medicine?"
He couldn't help but mutter to himself—in Chinese.
"Qin, what are you talking about?" Elvis asked curiously.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about what to have for lunch," Qin Yu replied casually.
"What do we eat if there's something in the auditorium?" Elvis asked, puzzled.
"Sigh, who can argue with that? I'm just wasting my time thinking about it," Qin Yu said with a shrug.
The two whispered to each other, talking nonsense like a comedian trying to relieve the discomfort of listening to the lecture.
After enduring another half hour, the class finally ended.
The students, as if granted a pardon, jumped up and rushed out the door.
Qin Yu calmly packed his things, glancing at Professor Quirrell, who was tidying up books and teaching aids on the podium. He noticed that the professor's body would twitch unexpectedly, and once he almost dropped his wand.
After observing quietly for a while, he left the classroom with Elvis.
……
In the afternoon, the second graders had a herb class, and Professor Sprout led them to plant herbs for the entire afternoon, this time devil peas.
"...This plant grows to be entirely purple, resembling a demon. Of course, you'll have to wait two or three months to see it... When the peas ripen in August or September, be careful of its pods, as mature pea pods can burst open at any time, sending peas flying everywhere. Getting hit by them can be very painful; some people have even been killed by flying peas, though the probability is not high... As for its uses, it naturally counters undead creatures. It can be used directly to attack, or eaten to heal related injuries..."
The herbalist diligently explained the relevant knowledge about this pea, but most people were busy digging and watering, and didn't remember much.
"I'll say it again, don't take any items out of here without permission. I'll be checking carefully!" Professor Sprout reiterated the classroom rules once more.
However, when get out of class ended, she still felt that the number of pea seeds seemed wrong; there were far too few.
Someone must have secretly hidden the seeds that weren't planted and didn't hand them all in!
She was also helpless about this. Fortunately, this plant is not too dangerous. At most, it can easily "injure" people when it matures. As long as the person is not attacked in a vital area by the pea, they should not die.
If you don't die, it's not a big deal.
Thinking this way, she felt much more at ease.
There's no way around it; to be a teacher at Hogwarts, you have to be big-hearted, otherwise you won't live long and will eventually die of worry.
This is Professor Sprout's professional experience gained from many years of teaching.
……
That evening, Qin Yu was in the Great Hall, openly playing with the few purple peas with Hermione, when he soon saw George and Fred rushing over and sitting down opposite him with a thud.
The moment their butts touched the chairs, they brought Qin Yu some "bad news"—
Hagrid's house was burgled!
"When did this happen? Everything was fine yesterday, wasn't it?" Qin Yu asked, puzzled.
"It was not long ago today, around this afternoon."
"Hagrid went to clean the broom shed and Quidditch pitch in the afternoon, and when he got home he found 'Tooth' fast asleep and his house ransacked."
George and Fred each gave a reply.
'Tooth' was Hagrid's very clever dog, and it's likely that the 'intruder' somehow managed to knock it unconscious.
"What did Hagrid lose?" Hermione asked.
“Nothing was lost. He hid his money and valuables in a secluded spot in the Forbidden Forest, and the man didn’t take anything,” George said.
“Exactly, his house was ransacked, flour and spices were all over the place, he won’t be able to cook for a while, especially rock cakes,” Fred added.
"Rock skin cakes... if you're not going to make them, then don't. I'm really tired of them lately," Qin Yu said.
Harry and Ron, who were listening to them, nodded vigorously in agreement.
That's right. Even if the current "stir-fried rock pancake in soup" suits the tastes of ordinary people, they can't stand eating it all the time. They still hope that Haig can come up with some other variations.
"I wonder what that thief was looking for there?" George asked, stroking his chin.
“Yes, Hagrid is so poor. Even if he’s made some money in the last two years, he’s spent it all on his magical creatures. There’s hardly anything left.” Fred was also quite familiar with Hagrid’s financial situation.
"I think I can roughly guess what that person is looking for..." Qin Yu murmured, rubbing his chin, and looked at the two brothers with a complicated expression.