Chapter 127 The First Petrified Person to Be Cured

"The plant in my hand is called Devil's Net. It is a relatively rare plant that likes a dark and humid environment..."

In the herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout held up a wriggling black vine and introduced this plant.

Halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped talking. Instead, she looked at the students and asked with a smile:

"I would like to ask, does anyone know its effect?"

Harry and Hermione below heard this and smiled at each other. They had seen this special plant in the last school year and they were extremely familiar with it.

Hermione immediately raised her hand and quickly got the chance to answer.

She smiled and said confidently:

“The devil’s net can sense the person approaching it and respond to the stress, quickly entangling and restraining the person in a very short period of time.

If someone is tied up by this plant and unable to move, and others want to save him, they can expose the devil's net to the sun, or use lighting spells and fire spells to force this plant back, because it is afraid of light and heat. "

"Great answer, Miss Granger." Professor Sprout smiled broadly. She took the lead in applauding and said loudly:

"Five points for Gryffindor House!"

The students belonging to Gryffindor House suddenly applauded, and some cheered.

Hermione and Meka looked at each other. Although she tried her best to remain reserved, the corners of her mouth still curved.

"Next, we are going to take a closer look at this plant. Everyone, do you see the potted plant at your feet?"

When the applause stopped, Professor Sprout pointed to the ground and ordered them to pick up the potted plants at their feet and put them on the table.

Hermione looked down, and sure enough she saw a slippery-looking, vaguely reflective vine twisting on the sandy soil of the pot.

She knelt down and was about to pick up the potted plant, when suddenly a flash of gold flashed out of her peripheral vision.

She was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw that the edges of the mandrake leaves in the corner actually had fine golden lines.

"Is this?" Hermione's face was filled with joy. She could tell that this was a mature mandrake!

Doesn't this mean that the school can start making potions to relieve the petrified state?

"Professor Sprout." Hermione immediately raised her hand again.

Professor Sprout looked at her in surprise: "Miss Granger, do you have any questions for me?"

Hermione reminded: "Professor Sprout, the mandrake seems to be ripe."

"It's still early." Professor Sprout chuckled, "The batch of mandrakes I cultivated will not mature until one month at the earliest..."

"But it has obviously developed fine golden lines." Hermione pointed at the mandrake in the corner and said:

"Didn't you say that this is a sign of its maturity?"

"Miss Gran, I said that the most important thing in cultivating herbs is patience..." Professor Sprout was subconsciously trying to teach Hermione, but she just looked at Hermione's fingers and was suddenly speechless.

"How is that possible?!" She looked extremely surprised.

Only then did she realize that the original green leaves in the corners now seemed to have gold edges on their tips, shining with fluorescent light and extremely brilliant.

This is indeed a sign that the mandrake is mature!

Professor Sprout quickly stepped forward to observe these mandrakes, and then she came to a conclusion that even she could not believe:

"These mandrakes, which were supposed to mature in one or two months, are now ripe early!"

Professor Sprout sent his students to notify Professor Dumbledore. Not long after, Professor Dumbledore arrived, accompanied by Professor Snape.

"What's the matter, Professor Sprout?" Professor Dumbledore seemed to think that he was so anxious to find him because something happened in the Herbology class.

Professor Sprout explained everything to him and then said:

"Professor Dumbledore, I have checked that these mandrakes are healthy and have not been tampered with at all. But I can't explain what happened to cause them to mature prematurely."

Professor Dumbledore seemed thoughtful. He narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"Perhaps there are kind-hearted people who can help, Professor Sprout."

"We will discuss this matter later. The most important thing right now is to refine these mandrakes into potions."

He looked at Professor Snape: "Severus, please work with Professor Sprout to process this batch of mandrakes and make the potion as soon as possible."

Professor Snape nodded slightly: "I understand."

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Three days later, he was admitted to the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey was checking the status of the petrified students on the hospital bed. Suddenly a rare visitor walked in outside the door. She was startled and said with a smile:

"Professor McGonagall is so busy these days, why do you have time to come over?"

Professor McGonagall has indeed been too busy these days. The wrinkles in her eye sockets have become deeper and she is not in good spirits. It seems that she has not had a good sleep in many days.

She walked forward, looked at first-year student Colin Creevey who was suffering from petrified symptoms on a hospital bed, and asked:

"Madam Pomfrey, are the children okay?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded and stroked the student's hair, although at this time, his hair felt like stone.

She replied: "I have been feeding them some magic potions to regulate their bodies these days. Now they are in good health. They just need to wait for the Mandela potion to arrive and they can take it immediately."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall showed a smile on her face, and she said: "If nothing happens, the potions will be refined one after another in the next two days. There are many things that need to be paid attention to when refining this kind of potion. Fortunately, Severus and Professor Sprout are both good at it."

Madam Pomfrey was about to respond when another person came through the door. She was wearing a simple long dress and holding a bottle of green potion in her hand, which was very eye-catching.

"Here comes the Mandela potion!" Professor Sprout smiled.

Madam Pomfrey was stunned for a moment, and then came forward happily: "It seems we won't need these two days, Professor McGonagall..."

Dumbledore, Snape and Professor Sprout are all here.

Several people gathered around Colin Creevey, who was closest to the door and was covered in gray and white. They watched Madam Pomfrey drop the Mandela potion on his mouth, and the green solution quietly seeped into his petrified skin.

A little fluorescent light flickered for a moment, and then, starting from the mouth, the color of lime gradually faded, and Colin Creevey, who had been sleeping for many months, suddenly moved his lips.

When Professor McGonagall saw this scene, she looked at Professor Sprout, and her expression became much more relaxed.

Madam Pomfrey continued to feed the remaining Mandela potion to Colin Creevey. After a while, all the gray on his body disappeared, his mouth opened and he murmured:

"So sour~"

This sentence immediately caused Professor Dumbledore and others to laugh. Even Professor Snape, who had always been stern and unsmiling, inadvertently curled up the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly.

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At night, in a dark room, the door suddenly opened, and a figure walked in, took off his emerald green robe and hung it on a hanger.

The dim light turned on, and then, he seemed to remember something, took out a diary from his robe and placed it on the table.

"I heard that something happy happened at Hogwarts today?"

The dark brown leather diary suddenly made a faint sound, and a hazy mist lingered on the leather.

Beside the desk, the man who had just taken off his robe seemed to have a black light flashing in his eyes. He was startled for a moment, and then replied:

"Yes."

The voice in the diary paused and then said:

"Then why not share these 'joys' with me?"

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