Hogwarts from another world

Chapter 123 Herbal Medicine

As "Professor Snape" left, Matthew finished his breakfast.

Then he looked at the class schedule. The first class this morning was Herbology, which Slytherin and Hufflepuff students took together.

Matthew, Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle walked out of the castle together. They walked through the garden towards the greenhouse.

As they approached the greenhouse, they saw many classmates waiting at the door of the greenhouse.

Just when they were about to join in, a familiar figure emerged from the greenhouse.

It was Professor Horace Slughorn, the Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin House, holding an armful of leaves in his arms.

"Oh, Matthew, and Draco," Slughorn shouted eagerly as soon as he saw several students standing here.

At the same time, he also automatically ignored Nott, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn" Matthew and Malfoy said in unison.

"Yes, a good morning." Slughorn seemed to be in a good mood: "Such fresh air, the best part of the day is morning, isn't it? Maybe I want to test you. Guess, this is What"

As he spoke, he waved the large handful of leaves in his hand.

Matthew walked over and looked at it carefully for a moment: "It's swift grass, right?"

"Very correct." Slughorn nodded with great satisfaction: "Most authorities believe that this medicine is most effective when picked early in the morning. At the same time, I have to say that Pomona made them grow extremely perfectly." To use it, I think the third graders can each get a few slices and have some left over in case anyone overcooks it. You will also need it this time next year."

"I'm looking forward to it, Professor."

"Okay, I have to go to the office to deal with them. By the way, Matthew, Draco." Professor Slughorn had already turned away, and then he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, This Sunday night, the Slug Club party will be back on, so don’t forget it.”

"Be sure to attend on time." He walked further and further away, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

The Slug Club is a club founded by Professor Slughorn himself, which only includes students he admires. Matthew and Malfoy are both members.

They hold a small gathering every week, or every two weeks, usually on the weekends.

However, last October, after a party, two Slytherin members of the Slug Club were attacked on their way back to the Slytherin common room from Slughorn's office late at night. Due to the impact, the Slug Club gatherings were temporarily suspended.

Until the end of the semester, even though the culprit of the attack had escaped, Professor Slughorn had not recovered.

But now that the new semester has begun, the impact of those attacks half a year ago has been reduced to a minimum.

So, the parties started happening again.

Professor Slughorn gradually disappeared from their sight.

"Children, come in." Then, Professor Sprout's voice came from the greenhouse.

The Slytherin and Hufflepuff students quickly walked in.

Professor Pomona Sprout is a short, stocky witch with a patched hat on her gray hair. She looks a little sloppy, with a lot of dirt on her clothes and nails, but everyone knows that she is a very kind teacher.

"Today we are going to the third greenhouse," she said happily.

The students were very interested in discussing that they had only been to the first greenhouse and the second greenhouse before. The plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door. Matthew took a step forward and immediately smelled the smell of moist soil and fertilizer, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers.

The aroma was slightly intoxicating, and Matthew couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. His expression changed, and he quickly took a few steps back and exited the greenhouse.

He was not the only one to have such a reaction. The other students who entered the greenhouse were all unsteady in their steps, and some even looked like they were drunk, with their faces flushed.

"Back off, kids, back off," Professor Sprout shouted excitedly, while waving his hands at them: "I didn't allow you to come in."

After hearing Professor Sprout's words, they quickly exited the third greenhouse.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air, Matthew felt that his condition was getting much better.

Professor Sprout also came out, holding a lot of masks, large and small, in her hands.

She said: "I'm not going to pollinate the flower today. Now, can anyone tell me what the characteristics of the flower are?"

Matthew had already guessed what the plants in the greenhouse were, but before he could raise his hand, another little hand was already raised high.

"Very well, Miss Lestrange."

Agnes Lestrange stood up and said very naturally: "Flor flower, also called tracking flower; the top petal of a mature Flor flower has a deep connection with the rhizome. It has been out of the body for a while, but the rhizome will still point in the direction of the petals.”

"So you can put fresh flower petals next to something important, and if they are stolen, they can be easily traced using the flower rhizome."

"Well said, girl," Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction and motioned for her to sit down, "At the same time, Flor flower is a very dangerous herb. Does anyone know why?"

Agnes seemed to hesitate for a moment, but Matthew had already raised his hand first.

"Mr. Wakefield, tell me."

"Its pollen is highly toxic." Matthew replied succinctly: "It's enough to kill people."

"Yes." Professor Sprout nodded, her voice was very calm: "The pollen of the Flor flower is highly toxic, and inhaling too much can even be fatal. Of course, the Flor flower we are going to come into contact with today Very young; but if you inhale their pollen into your nose, you will be unconscious for at least a few hours. I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school."

Then, she distributed the masks in her hands to the students.

“Remember, everyone must wear at least four layers of masks, don’t be lazy, and don’t take chances,” she ordered loudly.