In herbal medicine class, Professor Pomona brought out many kinds of plants, as well as some fungi, well, to put it simply, mushrooms.
Of course, there are also some interesting plants, such as the Guardian Tree, a magical mountain pear tree that protects anyone who touches its trunk from attacks by dark creatures. Wizards like to use it to make magical amulets for protection.
Of course, Professor Pomona also mentioned some dangerous plants, such as poisonous tentacles, mandrakes whose cries can be fatal, and the small pot of devil's web that Professor Pomona is holding now.
"This is a young Devil's Web." Pomona picked up her wand and touched the tender shoot of the Devil's Web. The shoot immediately extended tendrils and wrapped around the wand.
"As you can see, once you get close to them, the devil's web will wrap around any creature that gets near it. Once it grows to a certain size, it can easily cause injury or death to people. When you are entangled in the devil's web, it is best not to struggle, otherwise the vines will tighten their grip."
Professor Pomona shook her wand, allowing everyone to clearly see the characteristics of the Devil's Web.
"The Devil's Web thrives in dark, damp environments, so light and warmth are its natural enemies." Professor Pomona's wand flickered with flame, instantly driving the Devil's Web away.
"As you can see, fire can pose a threat to it. Once attacked by the Devil's Web, setting it on fire is a very effective way to drive them away."
Everyone picked up their quills and scribbled notes. Pomona wasn't in a hurry; she waited until everyone finished before continuing, "People unfamiliar with Devil's Web might confuse it with Christmas cactus, so we need to be especially careful about that..."
The herbalism class was very practical. Pomona gave a brief introduction to various magical plants, which greatly benefited everyone. The class quickly attracted everyone's interest. The only problem was that the two classes were held back-to-back, and the class time was particularly long. Everyone had to stand for the whole time, and their legs were getting a little numb.
The bell finally rang, and most of the students breathed a sigh of relief.
Professor Pomona did not assign homework, which was good news for everyone.
"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon." Li Qiaodan seemed a little excited; Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the most anticipated courses for most freshmen.
"Have you heard?" George suddenly said to the other three as he left Greenhouse Number One. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed. The professors who teach this subject always encounter all sorts of bad luck and resign every year. No one teaches for more than a year."
"They're cursed." Albert knew perfectly well what that meant.
This curse comes from Voldemort, yes, the Dark Lord Tom, who shares the same name as his cat.
It is said that after Tom failed to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he harbored resentment and cursed the position, hoping to eliminate a large number of defense professors and deter others from taking the job, and even to force Dumbledore to compromise.
"Yes, that's what I've heard. It's said that a powerful wizard cursed this position, otherwise Professor Dumbledore should have already broken the curse."
The fact that a curse can last for decades is enough to demonstrate the power of the one who cast it.
"Now we can only hope that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will do his job," Albert said as he walked.
Just as I rounded a corner, a stench hit me, and I happened to see Filch catching a Gryffindor third-year student who was throwing a feces bomb into the hallway.
"What happened?" Albert covered his mouth and nose and asked a student next to him.
"That guy made a bet and lost. He's going to throw a dung bomb in the hallway in front of Filch." The older student shook his head and walked away. There was no way around it; the dung bomb smelled awful, practically a biological poison gas bomb.
"That's really crazy and reckless!" Albert shook his head repeatedly. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Filch was having a tough time. If he were in that situation, he would probably feel exhausted too.
"That's so cool!" The twins' eyes lit up with excitement, because they could tell that Filch was quite annoyed by this move.
Albert put his hand to his mouth, coughed lightly, and reminded him, "Ahem, you guys also want to help the school hospital wash chamber pots?"
The Weasley twins, who had been somewhat excited, immediately deflated. Washing the chamber pot? Forget it!
Li Qiaodan reminded him, "Actually, as long as you don't get caught, it's fine."
"With your current level of skill, it's going to be quite difficult for you not to get caught," Albert continued, pouring cold water on the two of them. "Unless you want to follow that guy over there and do something crazy and reckless."
On the way back to the auditorium for dinner, the twins remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.
"We've made up our minds," the two announced, exchanging a knowing glance.
"Decid what?" Albert looked up and asked, puzzled.
"We've decided to do it anyway," the twins said in unison.
"Which matter?"
"Throw a dung bomb into Filch's office." The twins said this with a straight face.
Upon hearing this, Albert nearly spat out the pumpkin juice in his mouth and smeared it all over the faces of the two people opposite him.
"Cough cough." He covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly.
Li Qiaodan, standing next to him, also gaped, unsure of what to say.
These two guys are really... asking for trouble!
"If you really want to do that, I can give you some…little suggestions." Albert thought for a moment and then added, "However, I haven't thought about it yet."
"Hey, how come even you…" Li Jordan shook his head repeatedly. He finally understood why Albert was assigned to Gryffindor.
This guy's got some nerve!
"By the way, I'm curious how you could eat so much food at noon," Li Qiaodan awkwardly changed the subject.
"Nonsense, I ate at seven in the morning. How can I compare to you guys who eat after eight-thirty?" Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lee.
Because they have less to do in the morning and their breakfasts are substantial, the British are generally not very hungry by noon.
I eat very little at lunchtime, and sometimes I don't eat at all.
"Tell me, how should we get back at Filch?" The twins were more focused on the immediate problem.
"You can't go too far, but you have to make Filch really angry, right?" Albert glanced at the corner of the long table, where a certain troublemaker had been released and was now surrounded by a group of people.
Li, who had just finished eating, also joined in to inquire about the news. Indeed, excessive curiosity is a kind of illness.
"Yes." The twins both looked away and nodded repeatedly.
"You're prepared to be locked up in solitary confinement?" Albert asked again.
"Yes!" The two nodded in unison again.