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　　 In the herbal medicine class, Professor Pomona brought out many kinds of plants, as well as some mushrooms, um, simply mushrooms.

　　Of course, there are also some more interesting plants, such as the Dharma tree, which is a magical sorbus tree that will protect those who touch its trunk from dark creatures. Wizards like to use it as a magic talisman to avoid evil.

Of course, Professor Pomona also mentioned some dangerous plants, such as poisonous and highly dangerous poisonous tentacles, the mandela grass that crying can kill people, and the one that Professor Pomona is holding now. A small pot of devil net.

　　 "This is a young devil's net." Pomona picked up her wand and touched the sprout of the devil's net. The shoot immediately stretched out tendrils to wrap around the wand.

"As you can see, once you get close to them, the devil's net will wrap around creatures close to it. When it grows to a certain level, it is easy to cause injury or death. When you are entangled by the devil's net, it is best not to Struggle, otherwise the vines will become tighter and tighter."

　　 Professor Pomona shook the wand to let everyone see the characteristics of the Devil Net.

　　 "Devil.com likes a dark and humid living environment, so light and warmth will naturally become its natural enemies." Professor Pomona's wand burst out of a small flame, and he immediately pushed back the Devil.com.

　　 "As you can see, flames can pose a threat to it. Once it is attacked by the Devil Net, it is very effective to set fire to expel them."

Everyone picked up the quill pen and scribbled down the notes. Pomona was not in a hurry. After everyone finished writing the notes, she continued to say, "People who don't know the Devil.com may confuse it with crab claw. Points need special attention..."

The herbal medicine class is very real. Pomona roughly introduces all kinds of magic plants to everyone, which makes everyone very profitable. This class quickly attracts everyone's interest. The only trouble is that the two classes are joined together. It took a long time, everyone was standing up for class all the time, and their legs were a little numb.

　　 The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and most of the students were relieved.

　　 Professor Pomona did not assign homework, which is good news for everyone.

　　 "There will be a course on Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon." Li Jordan looked a little excited. Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the courses most freshmen expect.

"Have you heard?" George said to the other three when he left Greenhouse One, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed. The professor who teaches this subject will always encounter all kinds of bad luck. I resign every year, and no one has taught for more than a year."

　　 "Cursed." Albert naturally knew what was going on.

　　 This curse comes from Voldemort, um, Tom, the dark lord with the same name as their cat.

It is said that after Tom failed to apply for the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he cursed the position with a grudge, and wanted to eliminate a large number of Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, so that others would not dare to take over, and even wanted Dumbledore. compromise.

　　 "Yes, I heard that it is. It is said that a powerful wizard cast a curse on this position, otherwise the curse should have been solved by Professor Dumbledore's ability."

　　 A curse that lasts for decades is enough to show how tough the caster is.

　　 "Now we can only hope that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will do something better." Albert said as he walked.

　　 Just turning a corner, a stench rushed toward him, and he happened to see Filch catching a third-grade Gryffindor throwing a big dung bomb into the corridor.

　　 "What's the matter?" Albert stretched out his hand to cover his nose and mouth and asked a student next to him.

　　 "The guy made a bet, and he lost the bet. He will throw a dung bomb in the hallway in front of Filch." The senior student shook his head and walked away. No way, the smell of the big dung bomb is too unpleasant, it can be called a biological gas bomb.

　　 "It's really crazy!" Albert couldn't help but shook his head again and again. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Filch was still working very hard, and if he encountered this situation, he probably felt tired.

　　 "It's so cool." The twins' eyes were bright and eager to try, because they could also see that Filch was very angry with this move.

　　 Albert put his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly, reminding: "Ahem, do you want to help the school and hospital wash the chamber pot too?"

　　 The Weasley twins, who had been a little excited, suddenly withered, wash the chamber pot, forget it!

　　 Li Qiaodan reminded: "Actually, as long as you don't get caught, it's fine."

　　 "At your current level, it's a bit difficult to not get caught." Albert continued to pour cold water on the two of them, "unless you want to learn from the crazy guy over there."

　　 During the journey back to the auditorium for dinner, the twins remained silent and did not know what they were considering.

　　 "We have decided." The two looked at each other, and announced in a compelling way.

　　 "What to decide?" Albert raised his head and asked suspiciously.

　　 "I decided to do that." The twins said in unison.

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 "Throwing a big dung bomb at Filch's office~www.ltnovel.com~ The twins said this seriously.

　　 Albert heard the words and almost squirted the pumpkin juice out of his mouth to make the faces of the two opposite.

　　 "Ahem." He covered his mouth and coughed again and again.

Li Qiaodan next to 　　 also has a big mouth, not knowing what to say.

　　 These two guys are too...too crazy!

　　 "If you really want to do that, I can give you some... small suggestions." Albert thought for a while and added, "However, I haven't figured it out yet."

　　 "Hey, why don't you even..." Li Qiaodan couldn't help but shook his head again and again, he finally understood a little bit why Albert was assigned to Gryffindor.

　　 This guy is not brave!

　　 "By the way, I'm very curious that you can actually eat so much food at noon." Li Jordan changed the subject stiffly.

　　 "Nonsense, I ate at seven o'clock in the morning. Is it comparable to what you eat after eight thirty?" Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes at Li.

　　 Since there are few things in the morning and the British have a rich breakfast, they are generally not hungry until noon.

　　 Eat less at noon, sometimes I don't even eat.

　　 "You said, how should we punish Filch." The twins are more concerned about the immediate problem.

"Just don't go too far, but make Filch very angry, right!" Albert glanced at a corner of the long table. Someone who had died has been released and is now surrounded by a group of people. .

　　 Lee, who had just finished his meal, also gathered around for news. Sure enough, excess curiosity is also a disease.

　　 "Yes." The twins looked back and nodded.

　　 "You are ready to be confined." Albert asked again.

　　 "Yes!" The two nodded together again.