They did not discuss Professor Quirrell's matter for too long.

Because Cedric told them that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor before Oren was even worse than Quirrell.

At that time, he had just entered school and was still a freshman with dreams and infinite longing for Hogwarts.

However, this happiness only lasted for less than two days. During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, their professor at the time, in the name of teaching, wantonly cast evil curses on them.

Vomiting spell.

The horned curse.

Hairy curse.

Limp Legs Curse.

Skull Expansion Curse...

He has experienced all of this.

Although the professor always eliminated the negative effects of the curse in time and did not cause any substantial harm to their bodies, the feeling of being cursed was very uncomfortable.

Especially the skull expansion curse, the dizzy and uncomfortable feeling, Cedric still remembers it vividly.

Moreover, the other party will divide the students who take classes at the same time into two factions according to the academy, let them oppose each other, and duel with evil curses.

Therefore, every Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a torture for him, and it took him several days to recover.

Fortunately, this kind of days did not last long.

According to Cedric, on Halloween, a large group of heavily armed men broke into Hogwarts and took the professor away.

At first, everyone thought that the other party was a dark wizard with malicious intentions.

But it was not until a few days later that they learned from the Daily Prophet that the man was actually a fugitive patient from St. Mungo's Hospital.

And he's in the mental injury department.

…

After Cedric finished speaking, Kyle and Connor stared at him in amazement.

"This is true." Seeing that the two of them didn't believe it, Cedric spread his hands and said, "If you don't believe it, you can ask the Weasley brothers. They know it too."

Kyle shook his head and silently felt sorry for Cedric and the Weasley brothers for a second.

Sure enough, those who dare to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts are not ordinary people.

With Cedric's experience as a comparison, Professor Quirrell's class didn't seem so bad.

By the time they had their herbal medicine class in the afternoon, the magical Greenhouse No. 3 made them forget all about the matter.

This is simply a paradise for magical plants.

Mandrake, poisonous tentacles, knotty vines... these plants that you had only heard of their names before can all be found here.

"We're going to repot the mandrake today."

Professor Sprout pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates nearby and asked, "Now, who can tell me the properties of mandrake?"

Qiu, who was in the same class with them, was the first to raise his hand.

"Mandra is a powerful restorative agent." Qiu said without hesitation: "It is used to restore people who have been transformed or cursed to their original state."

"Very good, ten points to Ravenclaw." Professor Sprout said, "Mandra is an important component of most antidotes, but it is also very dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

"Hearing the cry of the mandrake can kill people." A boy standing in the middle blurted out.

"Absolutely, ten points for Ravenclaw," said Professor Sprout.

At the same time, she glanced at Kyle with some regret.

It’s a pity to miss this rare opportunity to get extra points.

Just as he was thinking about it, Professor Sprout suddenly realized that Kyle did not put down his hand.

"Oh, Kyle, do you have anything to add?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Yes, Professor."

Kyle said, "Besides its crying, dried mandrake leaves are also very dangerous to Animagus."

"Yes, you are right."

Professor Sprout nodded, but quickly shook his head.

"But it's not as dangerous as you think."

She said: "In fact, the effect of dried mandrake leaves on Animagus is very weak, and only long-term consumption in animal form will cause irreversible consequences.

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The so-called long term...it will take at least three years. If the wizard can transform back into human form during this period, those negative influences can be eliminated instantly.

There aren't many Animagus in the wizarding world, and the Ministry of Magic has only seven of them on its register. As far as I know, none of them like to turn themselves into animals for a long time, let alone eat Mandrake leaves.

Therefore, while Mandrake blades do have an effect on Animagus, the chances of this happening are actually very small.

Apart from the greedy Barnas a hundred years ago, there is no other record of such a case in the wizarding world."

"Is that so?" Kyle nodded thoughtfully and said, "I'm overthinking."

"No, I should say you read a lot of books."

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "I remember that this was only mentioned in a very obscure herbal book. What was it called?"

"'A Selection of Medieval Herbs'" Kyle said, "I saw this at Mr. Scamander's."

"Yes, that is the book."

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "Everyone only knows that Mr. Scamander is a great magizoologist, but few people know that he is also a master of herbology."

"Ten points for Hufflepuff."

Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said to everyone, "This is an extracurricular knowledge point. You just need to know it. You don't need to remember it deliberately."

Then she pointed to the row of deep-bottomed plates again and began to talk about the precautions for repotting the mandrake.

"Four people on a plate. Remember, you must wear earmuffs."

Professor Sprout warned: "Although the mandrakes here are still very young, their cries are not fatal, but they can make you unconscious for a few hours.

I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so make sure you wear your earmuffs while you work, and I'll try to get your attention when it's time to clean up."

With earmuffs, it is not difficult to repot a mandrake, just be careful not to put certain parts of your body into its mouth.

Although the mandrake has no teeth in its mouth, it has a layer of hard keratin, and it hurts when bitten.

Kyle grabbed a clump of grass and expertly pulled out the mandrake.

The little guy immediately started screaming at the top of his lungs, twisting his light green body as he screamed.

The noise it made was much louder than that of the others, and it seemed to be very resistant to Kyle.

"I just plucked a few leaves from you. It's not that serious. You're so stingy!"

Kyle muttered to himself, and took out a large flowerpot from under the table and stuffed the mandrake into it.

(End of this chapter)