This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 158 Shocked, the first day of school!
"It's really a blessing to be able to wake up from the bed steadily..."

When it was just dawn, Andrew got up from the bed, stretched and moved his body.

After looking at his roommate who was still sleeping, he finally confirmed that school had indeed started.

'very nice…'

He left the dormitory carefully and began to jog to the Black Lake as usual to start today's exercise.

"Andrew!"

Ok?
Who is it, early in the morning?
He turned around and saw that it was Professor Adams, with whom he had a pleasant cooperation during the holidays.

"This way, Professor McGonagall has said hello."

Getting started today?

He trotted after them, and when he arrived at the greenhouse he found that many senior students were already there - was the advanced class in herbal medicine so competitive so early in the morning?
I can’t sign up for the Herbal Medicine Advanced Class…

"Give me some cucumbers. They'll be ready to eat in a few days. They're very fresh!"

"Tomatoes, tomatoes, I want to drown in tomato juice."

"How about some bitey kale, it's chewier than regular kale!"

"The room over here is for growing normal vegetables. Don't force me to plant you in a pile of dragon dung!"

???

Is the conversation not serious?
Wait, wasn't this greenhouse supposed to be used for teaching? How come there's something weird mixed in?

"Come here, the grapes from the old greenhouse. They're very fresh."

Professor Adams picked up a basket from a table beside the crowd and handed it to Andrew, "Just picked it. You're welcome. I've washed it. I didn't dare to use potions on it a month ago."

Well, it was indeed very watery - quite a few of the students who were working also killed them, and Andrew even saw them washing the grapes with the Clear Water Like Spring Spell.

But is there something wrong with this?

But I have to say, these grapes are really sweet...

"Here, let's prepare today's teaching aids."

Adams led Andrew to the operating room between the two rooms, and pointed to the illustration in the book. "Here, yes, this is it. We need to make a model of it so that we can refer to it in class. This is much more useful than herbs. It won't wither in half a day."

"Rue, that's it, it's used as an antidote, it has a well-developed root system, many branch roots, and the root bark is light sulfur yellow. Muggles sometimes use them as decorative flowers, it's a mixed herb, and it usually grows in..."

"Yes, yes, that's it. The flowers should be a little smaller. Great, perfect!"

As Andrew compared the plants in the greenhouse, the pictures in the textbooks, and his oral information to create a model of Rutaecarpa, Professor Adams looked noticeably happier.

"Great! This would definitely be a bonus if it was in class! This makes it a lot easier!"

Well, indeed...

Having such a transfiguration product that is not afraid of sunburn is indeed much more convenient - even Andrew felt that the image of the herb in his mind became a lot clearer.

Just like Professor McGonagall said, this is indeed a very convenient way to remember the growth locations and images of those special plants.

Next, he completed the images of herbs in each cycle from germination to fruiting according to Professor Adams' requirements.

"How long does your Transfiguration last approximately?"

"For these herbs, since the spell effect is not enhanced and the imitation is more detailed, it will take about two weeks?"

"That's enough. Remember to come again tomorrow!"

Adams waved his hand and handed the refilled grape basket to Andrew, “I’ll report to the professor!”

The professor he was referring to was, of course, the Head of Hufflepuff House, Professor Sprout.

“I feel like a part-time worker, but also like a student taking cram school…”

Andrew laughed at himself, and then realized the result of this training - he had learned a lot about the growth forms, names, medicinal properties, and growth locations of plants from Professor Adams's description, but the transplantation, cultivation, applicable fertilizers, and processing methods of herbs...

"Forget it, if it's E enough, it's a success."

He smiled and looked at the sky - it was still dark enough to run half a lap.

But if you lift the basket, the fresh grapes will be ruined.

"Forget it, I can be a little crazy, but I can't have all the good things for myself."

He shook his head, used a levitation spell to control the grape basket, and then began to try to cast the spell while running.

——"Where are the fresh grapes?"

Hal, who woke up first, didn't even have time to rinse his mouth, "Wow, I just picked it, wake up!"

The dormitory soon became a mess, and everyone gave high praise to today's grapes - the only drawback was that some of them were crushed.

"By the way, what is today's class?"

"Potions, huh?"

"You're crazy. You're going to mess with that professor in your first period potions class?"

"Are we in the first or second quarter?"

"First quarter..."

"It's over. I'm going to be scolded to death. I don't even have a Gryffindor to attract firepower..."

After a year of classes, everyone had a basic understanding of what to expect in Potions class - if Gryffindor or Slytherin were in the front, it would be relatively easy, but if it was the other way around, they would have to practice...

"Why are you looking at me? It's none of my business. The Gryffindor prefects are in line. We have to make way for the seniors. Their electives conflict badly."

Andrew rolled his eyes - the third, fourth and fifth grades were arranged first, followed by the other grades, after all, they had more classes.

"Okay... Let's eat first, then go to hell..."

Everyone grumbled and went straight to the auditorium with their school bags.

"What's the name of the idiot next to Potter?"

"The idiot next to Potter is called Ron."

"What's going on in Ron's head?"

...

Someone at the Slytherin table hummed this tune.

"It's over... There are fewer people in the school than I thought. Forget it. Let's see how thick-skinned they are..."

Andrew sat down with a look of complete ignorance on his face.

But when he came to the dining table, the singing around him suddenly stopped, and Gryffindor and Slytherin began to attack each other with eyes across the Ravenclaw table, as if they had mastered some trick of casting spells with their eyes.

My reputation!

Andrew screamed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

His reputation is like the song of that little car, once it comes out, there is no going back.

Fortunately, there was no fire in his own college, so he was able to finish his breakfast safely and walked towards the Potions professor with his roommates.

"I hope they don't start fighting on the first day of school. It will be a bad influence on the new students."

Kevin looked so pretentious that he aroused the contempt of his other roommates - he was the only one who ran fast when they were watching the fun.

The few people who were laughing and playing soon fell behind the other students. When they arrived at the classroom, a group of people had already gathered at the door.

"Whose prank is this?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

A group of people came out in front and whispered, but they soon noticed Andrew behind them.

"Here, Andrew, here, look, who is so brave?"

Andrew easily squeezed into the gap created by the crowd.

【I am not feeling well, so I will suspend classes today. 】

It was Professor Snape's handwriting.

"Who is so bold, a Gryffindor?"

The students around were whispering - who doesn't know that Professor Snape has taken on countless complaints, but not a single curse has taken effect, and that his strong body has always disappointed many people, and he has never asked for leave or suspended classes?
"It's probably true. The handwriting is correct. Let's disperse it."

He nodded at the note - and the group left happily.

Potions class is suspended because Snape is sick!
First day of school, double the joy!

(End of this chapter)