Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 128 Screaming Mandrake, Fried Chicken Flavored Cream Ice Cream

In herbalism class, Professor Sprout had finished his recent introduction to mandrake and had the students do things like changing the soil, watering, and fertilizing the herb.

“I’ll reiterate, remember the properties and effects of this herb; you’re very likely to use it in the future,” Professor Sprout said to everyone in a rare serious tone in the greenhouse’s teaching area.

Using this kind of detoxifying herb is somewhat of a jinx.

Qin Yu flipped through the notes on the table, recalling the key points of his studies.

Mandrake may look like an ordinary grass, but when pulled out, its rootstock is thick and resembles an ugly baby. This "baby" will struggle and kick wildly like a living creature, and emit a piercing scream.

This scream has appeared in many Muggle or wizarding literature works, and is regarded as a curse.

In fact, this herb, which screams when pulled out, can be deadly.

Fortunately, the plants they handle in class are small, which greatly reduces the damage caused by their calls. As long as they don't remove their earmuffs or earplugs, they won't have any major problems.

Of course, every year someone will faint from the screams while pulling out mandrakes to replace the soil because they forgot to plug their ears.

At these times, Professor Sprout felt fortunate that someone had set a bad example, giving the students a very direct lesson.

However, such hidden thoughts should not be revealed to the public. She was known for her kind and gentle appearance at Hogwarts, so how could she feel fortunate because of the suffering of others?

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to thank this unfortunate child for their efforts. Yes, that's it.

This year, Professor Sprout wanted to "thank" the clumsy Jerome and personally took the child to the school doctor for treatment.

Qin Yu didn't care who was foolish enough to take off his earmuffs; he just subconsciously wanted to learn more about this herb.

After all, according to the original timeline, Hermione would have been petrified by the Basilisk's eyes in her second year, and mandrake was the main ingredient in the antidote.

Although he would definitely try his best to avoid such a thing from happening, and would decisively abandon options like "not interfering with the main storyline" when some ridiculous system choice appears next year, he had a vague premonition that, given the nature of this system, things might not turn out as he expected.

In other words, a change in the main plot does not necessarily mean a reduction in danger—this possibility cannot be ruled out.

According to Murphy's Law, if you feel things are going to go badly, they will definitely go badly.

It doesn't hurt to think about it more.

Based on all these considerations, Qin Yu could only pin his hopes on improving his own magical skills and knowledge; the system, that lousy chair, was ultimately unreliable.

After reviewing the properties, effects, and uses of this herb, Qin Yu closed his notebook and asked Elvis, who was next to him, about the whereabouts of the letters they had exchanged during the summer vacation. The latter told him that the letters had been brought to the school and were being kept safe in the dormitory.

"Great! Show it to me again later. I'm planning to organize some magic-related questions from last school year," Qin Yu said with a smile.

Looking at Qin's smiling face, Elvis really wanted to say something like, "You can look at them, but you must keep those letters safe."

However, he then thought that those letters were originally written by Qin, and the ownership should belong to Qin. It seemed that it was inappropriate for him to say such a thing.

"Okay, sure... If you're in a hurry, I can get it to you at noon today," Elvis could only say.

"It's not in a rush, but if it's convenient, it would be best if you could give it to me at noon," Qin Yu nodded and said.

So the two agreed to go to the dormitory to retrieve the letters during their break after lunch.

"Then, the next lesson will be held in the greenhouse classroom next door. Everyone, please preview the content related to the poisonous tentacles beforehand, and hopefully there won't be any more accidents." Professor Sprout, the plump witch, said this as the get out of class was about to end.

Then, after the morning classes ended, everyone packed up their things and came out of the greenhouse classroom filled with herbs one by one.

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By lunchtime, Harry and Ron had become much more relaxed, or rather, Draco Malfoy had regained some of his energy, so they didn't pay much attention to him anymore.

Their focus remained on Quidditch.

"After school this afternoon, I'll familiarize you with some of the basic rules of Quidditch. After that, when Wood has some free time, he'll also guide you through practice, trying to get you up to the pace of the House team's training as soon as possible," Qin Yu said to Harry, telling him what the boy most wanted to hear.

"That's great!" Harry said, clenching his fist excitedly.

"Go for it, Harry!" Ron said in a complicated tone.

He couldn't help it; he was extremely envious.

Being selected for the Quidditch team in your first year is something many people dream of, and two people present achieved this goal: Qin and Harry.

Yeah, I'm doubly envious.

However, one was a senior who was excellent in character and academics, warm-hearted, and very caring towards him, and the other was his classmate and good friend. Ron felt no jealousy, only envy. On the contrary, he admired them greatly and also wished them well.

After arranging Harry Potter's training, Qin Yu told Hermione that he would go back to the dormitory with Elvis during his lunch break to pick up some things.

So, after lunch, Hermione watched helplessly as Qin Yu and Elvis went back to their dorm first.

She went to the library and continued her repetitive and monotonous studies.

Although Qin wasn't there and she felt a little uneasy, Hermione quickly settled down and started reading.

Or perhaps, when she focuses all her attention on her books, she won't think about random things.

Well, the blue man will only slow down Miss Granger's speed in drawing her wand!

And so, when Qin Yu appeared at the library with a stack of letters, Hermione was still engrossed in reading.

Qin Yu was used to it, knowing that this little witch was truly engrossed in her studies.

Without disturbing her, he sat down next to Hermione and began to organize the contents of the letters, making additions and subtractions based on the book.

Time slowly slipped by as the pages of letters and books were turned.

"Oh, so you took these letters... Hey, why is there a stain on this letter?" Hermione peeked over from somewhere.

She also recognized that these letters were written by Qin Yu during his summer vacation.

"Have you forgotten how this got here?" Qin Yu asked, tapping the stain.

“Let me think…” Hermione scratched her cheek, thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, “I remember now, it was the time we ate the cream ice cream.”

It was a summer day when Qin Yu was writing a reply to Elvis, answering his questions, when Hermione came over. She was so engrossed in reading what Qin Yu was writing that she forgot she was holding a creamy ice cream. Before she could react, a large drop of cream dripped from the melting ice cream and landed right on the page of the letter.

Then, the girl was startled and hurriedly stuffed the ice cream into Qin Yu's mouth to prevent it from melting and dripping.

Qin Yu could only slurp the ice cream while finding a tissue to help her wipe her hands clean.

There was a coin-sized stain on the letter paper, but Qin Yu didn't change it. After all, he had already written more than half of the content, and changing the paper would only increase his workload.

"Heh, looks like you remembered. You shoved the half-eaten ice cream into my mouth without even asking my opinion," Qin Yu said irritably.

"What, is the ice cream not good?" Hermione blinked her beautiful eyes and asked him.

"It tastes good, but it has a flavor that tastes like fried chicken nuggets," Qin Yu said with a shrug.

"How could that be! I ate fried chicken and drank a lot of water, how could it still taste like that?" Hermione said, her face slightly red, a little embarrassed and anxious.

"Okay, it's just a little bit, not very noticeable." Qin Yu adjusted his wording.

"Alright then, since you're so disgusted, I'll be more careful next time and won't let you eat what I've already eaten," Hermione said to herself, pouting.

"How could I dislike it? I was just describing the taste at the time," Qin Yu explained when he saw her like this.

"Since you say you don't mind, then next time I'll eat the herring first, then take a bite of ice cream, and then stuff it into your mouth," the little girl said provocatively, slightly raising her chin.

"You really have ideas..." Qin Yu discovered the girl's cunning side once again.

"Hehe, I have a lot of ideas, you'll find out soon enough," Hermione said with a hint of smugness.

Then, before Mrs. Pince, the caretaker, could discover their whispering, the little girl ended the conversation and returned to her book.

However, I'm in a much better mood now than before, and there's Qin next to me, who can not only lean on me occasionally, but also ask me questions from time to time.

Yes, studying alone is definitely not as good as studying with someone else.