bookbashuk Chapter 106 Did they realize their mistake and turn back?
Chapter 106 Did they realize their mistake and turn back?
Chapter 106 Did they realize their mistake and turn back?
Soon, Professor Sprout found a huge pile of gold from somewhere, and then she watched as Kane began to rub the gold with his hands, turning it into two things that looked like motors.
Then he pulled a gear out of the little pumpkin's belly, and together with the motor and the remaining gold, he continued to demonstrate his divine power, and a phonograph was thus painstakingly pieced together.
"Professor McGonagall would go crazy if she saw this." Professor Sprout held the phonograph, still unable to believe that Kane had transformed into this huge thing without even using a wand... no, wait.
Is this really a transformation?
"Just place this in the center of the greenhouse and play music for the plants. That should make them happy, and the fruit flies can take a break. You only need to take care of a few small plants that are hard of hearing and can't hear the music."
Kane placed the phonograph on a stone platform in the center of the greenhouse, pressed the button on it, and turned the music up to the maximum volume.
Professor Sprout looked behind him and saw that a mandrake had suddenly sprung up and become quite large.
Although it has reached the size of a mature mandrake, strangely enough, its color and leaves still resemble those of a young mandrake.
"Hiss...something's not right, something's definitely not right. Could it be that the music and the fruit flies are making this mandrake happy, and causing it to want to grow even bigger?"
Professor Sprout conjured two small signs and gently hung them nearby, reminding herself and everyone else that something was wrong with these mandrakes and that they should not be touched.
Professor Sprout soon left the greenhouse; class was about to start, and she needed to go back to her office to get her lesson plan. Meanwhile, Kane continued to work in the greenhouse, making the land, which had become somewhat dry over the past day and night, moist again.
Professor Sprout soon returned to the greenhouse with his lesson plan: "By the way, Kane, do you have class today?"
"No." Kane had a strange feeling that something was wrong.
"How about you stay and be my assistant? Today is the first herb class for the first-year wizards, and I'm worried that some of them might be as naughty as you, so I need you to keep an eye on them for me."
Kane awkwardly agreed after hearing Professor Sprout's words.
So you made a deep impression on Professor Sprout back then?
To be honest, he felt it was alright.
Soon, as the first-year wizards began their classes, the greenhouse immediately became lively. This class was a joint session between Ravenclaw and Slytherin students.
Because of some strange hierarchies of contempt and the old tradition of mutual attacks between colleges, different professors and courses will have different staffing.
For example, professors with a more radical teaching style might really like to put Gryffindor wizards and Slytherin wizards in the same class.
For example, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick believe that this competitive learning environment will greatly accelerate the learning efficiency of young wizards.
Professor Snape did the same thing, but he didn't seem to care much about learning efficiency.
What he cared about was the ability to gain points for Slytherin while simultaneously losing points for Gryffindor. This double happiness was exactly what he sought and the only form of entertainment in his bleak life.
As for other pastimes... brewing potions, researching dark magic, studying Harry Potter, attempting to mentally attack Harry Potter, trying to develop a completely original shampoo without a single trace of Potter's patents...
Well, actually he has quite a few ways to pass the time.
Professor Sprout's teaching style was not so radical, and she didn't really want to see young wizards arguing in class, so unless there was a real inability to separate them, she wouldn't put Gryffindor and Slytherin together.
Most people group Gryffindor and Hufflepuff together, since Hufflepuffs are incredibly oblivious and know how to get to the kitchen. Clearly, the young wizards of Gryffindor all need a Hufflepuff friend.
Slytherin will most likely stick with Ravenclaw, because only the Ravenclaw's Book Kings can make them slightly lower their guard against any other house besides their own.
Similarly, the Slytherins all came from prominent families and were extremely united. The intelligent Ravenclaw looked at them as if they were the silly children of a wealthy family, rather than as if they were looking at idiots.
Following this logic, this allocation method is undoubtedly the safest and least likely to cause problems, bar none.
After all, if a fight broke out in another classroom, all that's needed is to take the injured little wizard to the infirmary, but if it happens in the greenhouse...
Hiss...Terrible.
Kane stood in the corner, watching Professor Sprout in the center of the greenhouse begin teaching the young wizards first-year knowledge.
Sometimes when I get tired of standing, I walk around and stop, observing the little wizards in the street like a painter.
Well, most Slytherins weren't really interested in this kind of knowledge, but since their Headmaster taught Potions, they forced themselves to listen.
Most of the Ravenclaws were diligently studying, with only a few young wizards who were genuinely uninterested in herbalism and didn't listen at all.
He quietly patted them on the shoulder from behind, signaling them to pay attention in class, and then went up behind the last disobedient Ravenclaw.
Kane knew who she was just by looking at her from behind, where she was wearing a horned hat.
However, she was probably listening to a lecture, but her way of listening was obviously rather abstract. She was practicing how to quickly and naturally step off her right shoe with her left foot while taking notes in her book.
Kane gripped his horned hat with both hands and shook it back and forth: "Pay attention in class, and don't mess around."
After speaking and confirming that Luna had calmed down, he returned to his corner, keeping his achievements hidden.
After the class ended, Kane not only maintained perfect concentration but also successfully caught several young wizards attempting to steal grass insects.
Ha, these little Slytherins think they've done it perfectly, little do they know that this is a trick that Kane, Harry, Ron, and Neville have been using to death.
Now Kane is like a student who has become a teacher. Those little tricks of covering their mouths to eat snacks, hiding comics behind books, and stuffing phones into trash bags can't escape Kane's keen eye.
However, when he brought these young wizards to Professor Sprout, Professor Sprout was in a dilemma. Normally, she wouldn't mind if the young wizards secretly took some plants, like the green onions growing next to the cafeteria. Students could pick a few to take back to their dormitories to make tofu or pancakes.
After all, not all first-year wizards have the audacity of Kane to steal mandrakes. Her purpose in keeping Kane around was simply to prevent anyone from trying to steal dangerous plants like mandrakes and devil's webs.
However, these are small, useless plants that you can only steal to feed owls; they're practically useless otherwise.
Although Professor Sprout wanted to say that it was fine to take it, Kane had caught him after all, so it was necessary to save face for Kane.
"Hmm, Slytherin loses one point. Put the grasshopper back in the flowerpot and go home."
Kane, who left with the four young Slytherins, looked at the blue sky and felt it was even bluer. He thought to himself, "What a responsible and good wizard I am."
Time passed day by day until Thursday evening. When Kane returned to the common room, he saw Hermione hovering in front of him, as if an exclamation mark had appeared above her head, as if she were saying, "Come here, I have a task for you."
However, when Kane actually walked towards Hermione, well, it was indeed a mission. Lockhart finally compiled a list of all the spells that all the grades wanted to learn. He selected some spells that he had learned before but had forgotten, some that he didn't know how to use, and some very easy spells. He made a list, put it in a Galleon bag, and handed it to Kane.
"So this is protection money?" Hermione looked at the heavy bag of Galleons and imagined a certain secret room where Kane sat on the sofa while Lockhart knelt on one knee on the floor, holding Kane's hands and kissing the gold ring with a sapphire set in it, a gift from Dumbledore, on his finger.
Then, in a low, knightly pleas to the king, he murmured, "Godfather... I need your friendship."
Kane, however, simply raised his hand casually and said, "Don't worry, Lockhart, my dearest friend..." Thinking of this, Hermione sighed helplessly... "The Celestial Dragons, the magical world..."
Kane, of course, had no idea what Hermione was thinking. He simply weighed the Gallon bag in his hand and stuffed it into the little pumpkin's mouth. "To be more precise, it's a brokerage fee. Perhaps he doesn't dare to face Dumbledore in person." After saying that, he took the form and headed toward Dumbledore's office.
Soon, in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was looking in the mirror and painting a portrait of himself. This was the scene Kane saw when he entered the headmaster's office.
"Hmm, a self-portrait, not bad at all. If you had been born three or four hundred years earlier, I might have been able to see this painting in the library." Kane raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore's brilliant painting skills.
"It's more likely that it's on this wall. I believe that even if I were born three or four hundred years earlier, my talent would still allow me to become the headmaster of Hogwarts and give the current headmaster the most constructive advice." Dumbledore said, pointing to the wall opposite his desk, which was covered with portraits of Hogwarts' headmasters throughout history.
Just then, one of the portraits, with a somewhat stern face and a goatee, spoke up: "So, Dumbledore, you mean none of us can give you any good ideas?"
"Yes, Phineas, your meaning is quite accurate, so I still respect you." Dumbledore placed the unfinished portrait on the shelf beside him and looked at Kane: "So, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Kane pulled the form Lockhart had drawn up from his pocket: "Not to help me, but to help our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Dumbledore glanced at the table and almost instantly understood what Lockhart meant.
"It seems our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has... seen the error of his ways?"