Chapter 123: Herbal Medicine

Latest website: With the departure of "Professor Snape", Matthew also divided by two and finished breakfast.
Then he glanced at the class schedule. The first class this morning was herbal medicine, which Slytherin and Hufflepuff students took together.
Matthew walked out of the castle together with Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe and Gore, five people. They walked through the garden towards the greenhouse.
As they approached the greenhouse, they saw many students waiting at the entrance of the greenhouse.
Just when they were about to join in, a familiar figure emerged from the greenhouse.
It was Professor Horace Slughorn, a potions teacher and dean of Slytherin College, holding a large handful of leaves in his arms.
"Oh, Matthew, and Draco..." Slughorn yelled eagerly when he saw the students standing here.
At the same time, he automatically ignored Knott, Crabbe and Gore.
"Good morning, Professor Slughorn!" Matthew and Malfoy said in unison.
"Yeah, good morning." Slughorn seemed to be in a good mood: "Such fresh air, the day is in the morning, isn't it... Maybe I want to test you guys, guess what, what is this?"
While talking, he waved the handful of leaves in his hand.
Matthew leaned over, and after a moment of close scrutiny: "It's Swiftweed, isn't it?"
"Very correct!" Slughorn nodded very satisfied: "Most authorities believe that this medicine is best when picked in the morning. At the same time, I have to say that Pomona (referring to the herbal medicine teacher Pomona Si (Professor Prout) Let them grow perfectly... They are used in the third grade class. I think each of the third grade students can divide a few slices, and there will be some left to prevent someone from overcooking... Next year this You will use it at some time!"
"I'm looking forward to it, Professor."
"Okay, I have to deal with them in the office... By the way, Matthew, Draco..." Professor Slughorn had already turned around, and then he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, this Sunday night, the slug club party will start again, don't forget..."
"...Be sure to attend on time!" His voice became smaller and smaller as he walked further and further.
The Slug Club is a club founded by Professor Slughorn himself. It only accommodates the students he admires. Matthew and Malfoy are both members.
They hold a small gathering every week, or every two weeks, usually on weekends.
However, in October last year, after a party, two Slytherin members of the Slug Club were attacked on their way back to the Slytherin common room from Slughorn’s office late at night... Unexpectedly, the slug club party was temporarily suspended.
Until the end of the semester, even if the culprit of the attack had escaped, Professor Slughorn did not recover.
But now the new semester has begun, and the impact of those attacks more than half a year ago has also been minimized.
So, the party started again.
...
Professor Slughorn's figure gradually disappeared from their sight.
"Children, come in!" Then, Professor Sprout's voice came from the greenhouse.
The students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff walked in quickly.
Professor Pomona Sprout is a short witch with a patched hat on her gray hair. Her appearance is a bit sloppy, and there is a lot of dirt on her clothes and nails, but everyone knows that she is a very kind teacher.
"Today we are going to the third greenhouse!" she said very happily.
The students were very interested in the discussion. They had only been to the first and second greenhouses before... the plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting and dangerous.
Professor Sprout took a large key from his waist and opened the door. Matthew took a step forward, and suddenly smelled a scent of damp soil and fertilizer, mixed with some faint fragrance of flowers.
The fragrance was a bit intoxicating, and Matthew couldn't help feeling a little dizzy... His face changed, he quickly stepped back and exited the greenhouse.
It's not just him who reacted like this, the other students who stepped into the greenhouse were unsteady...even a few of them looked as if they were drunk and flushed.
"Back, kids, all back!" Professor Sprout shouted excitedly, and at the same time waved at them: "I didn't allow you to come in!"
Hearing Professor Sprout's words, they hurriedly withdrew from the third greenhouse.
After a few breaths of fresh air, Matthew felt that his condition had become much better.
...
Professor Sprout also came out, holding a large number of masks in her hands.
She said: "I didn't want to pollinate the Flor flower today. Now, who can tell me the characteristics of the Flor flower?"
Matthew had guessed what the plants in the greenhouse were, but before he raised his hand, his other little hand was already raised.
"Very well, Miss Lestrange!"
Agnes Lestrange stood up, and she said very naturally: "Flor flowers, also called tracking flowers; mature flor flowers, the top petals of which have a deep connection with the rhizome ...Even if it has been away from the body for a while, the rhizome will still point in the direction where the petals are..."
"...So you can put fresh flor flower petals next to some important things, if they are stolen, you can use the flor flower rhizome to easily track it!"
"Well said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com girl," Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction and motioned for her to sit down, "At the same time, Flor flower is a very dangerous herb. Who Do you know why?"
Agnes seemed to hesitate for a moment, but Matthew had already raised his hand first.
"Mr. Wickfield, come and talk."
"Its pollen is very poisonous." Matthew replied concisely: "Enough to kill."
"That's right!" Professor Sprout nodded, her voice was calm: "The pollen of Flor flower is very poisonous, and the amount of inhalation is too much and it is fatal...Of course, the Freud we are going to contact today Lor flowers are very young; but if you their pollen into your nose, you will have to be in a coma for several hours at least. I think none of you want to miss the first day of school!"
Then, she distributed the masks in her hands to the students.
"Remember, everyone must wear at least four layers of masks, don't be lazy, and don't take a chance..." she commanded loudly.