"Soon!"
The people in the greenhouse all spoke in unison.
This also includes Professor Sprout.
They had all just seen Hermione's phantom.
The short, stocky, and simple woman joked, "I dare say even Golden Flyer couldn't catch up with your shadow."
"It's the headband," Hermione repeated softly. "It's the headband. I just inadvertently triggered my memories of moving at high speed."
Basil drew upon his memory and, after careful examination, noticed the small seal script inscription that appeared when the headband was activated.
"That means this headband is at least nearly a thousand years old."
The magic to recognize the characters is activated.
"Memory is power."
"Is memory power?"
"Good heavens, Hermione, you're Kamen Rider W —two people fighting using memories? Two people as one doesn't make sense."
"But not many people can do that. Otherwise, An Feng wouldn't have traded it so easily, would he?"
"It wasn't very important in her memory either."
"Is it because of Hermione's status as First Generation Wizard?"
Basil didn't think much of it, because Hermione had once again become a phantom in front of him.
A warm, moist sensation would occasionally sneak up on my cheeks and lips.
Moreover, there was a distinct soft touch from Hermione's hand gradually moving downwards.
Basil had no choice but to transform into his vampire form as well, grabbing Hermione by the back of her neck by the collar.
Her body was airborne, her two short legs flapping repeatedly, forming the outline of a wheel like in Tom and Jerry.
"Granger and Granger, can you stop?" Professor Sprout said after he'd had his fill of amusement. "I need to say something important."
Hermione gave up struggling, Basil released her grip, and she crouched down, covering her head with her hands.
Right now, all she wants to do is crawl into a hole.
"When I tell you to put on the earmuffs, make sure to cover your ears completely," Professor Sprout said. "When it's safe to remove the earmuffs, I'll give you two thumbs up. Okay—put on the earmuffs."
Everyone put on earmuffs.
Including Hermione crouching down.
She stood up again, blushing.
The last pink plush earmuffs were worn by Sprout herself, and she seemed to like them very much.
Then, amidst everyone's silent screams, she pulled out the Mandrake.
Even though Basil had his cards, he was still surprised for a moment.
Dotty Scabbers, light green skin, who was screaming and yelling.
Even now, Basil still cannot understand how the wizard who first discovered the medicinal properties of Mandrake used it.
The ginseng fruit in Journey to the West only has an appearance; it tastes like a fruit.
But the Mandrake doll can cry and scream. The Basil [Grimoire] card can even have simple conversations now.
Not to mention they also have flesh and blood bodies just like humans.
When the Mandrake that had been attacked by the Swamp Digger were pulled out, all that remained was a bloody mass—no different from the skeleton of a person who had been skinned and dismembered.
Basil was also certain that when making the restoration potion, he did not use the grass on the green baby's head, but rather the body beneath the grass leaves.
The so-called "reducing potion" is more like a broth with various spices than a potion.
Looking at the Mandrake doll that Professor Sprout had stuffed into a large flowerpot and buried in damp, dark compost.
Basil couldn't help but start chanting "Amen" in his heart.
He doesn't believe in Christianity; it's just that the Rebirth Mantra is too long, and he didn't hear it in its entirety in his Previous Life, nor did he specifically seek it out now.
He was certain that the Mandrake had the potential to become humanoid like the centaurs.
But their effectiveness is too astonishing.
Its extraordinary vitality and the magic to restore the human body to a healthy and complete state are very popular in the Wizarding World where Transfiguration and curses are prevalent.
Just like how animals in the Muggle World that are considered aphrodisiacs are easily poached.
This means they are always picked when they are "ripe".
In the wild, Mandrake has an intractable natural enemy: the Swamp Digger.
The fact that they were not extinct is all thanks to the protection of the wizards.
They cannot live to the point of wisdom like those in the Basil card.
This made Basil somewhat suspicious that the Mandrake was cultivated by some dark wizard.
This leaves them completely outmatched by burrowing creatures in the wild.
It's only useful for wizards.
Just like hybrid rice only has a higher yield, but it cannot compete with wild rice without human cultivation.
Basil did not continue thinking.
Professor Sprout had already made the gesture.
He touched the Mandrake doll in the [Grimoire] with his mind and sighed, "Poor thing, poor thing."
Then he took off his earmuffs.
Together with other classmates.
After confirming that everyone had seen his gesture, Professor Sprout removed his earmuffs, saying, "You already know that they are not fatal now."
"But they will make you unconscious for several hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school."
She stopped talking.
Because she noticed that when this was mentioned, Seamus, Susan Bones of Hufflepuff, and Hannah Abbott all clearly showed interest.
"You--"
"If anyone tries to take this opportunity to get a good night's sleep and skip class, I'll make sure they regret it."
"Not only will I deduct points, but I will also write a letter to his parents describing his great achievements in detail."
Seamus and the others immediately looked dejected.
Professor Sprout smiled with satisfaction. "So?"
"We will definitely wear our earmuffs," the students quickly replied.
She nodded. "Very well. When it's time to pack, I'll try to get your attention."
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Everyone except Basil was covered in mud, sweating profusely, and had aches and pains in their backs.
Even Neville, the future master of Herbology, was the same.
Hermione was very puzzled; she had memorized all of Professor Sprout's actions.
Despite the same operation, the Mandrake doll in her hand kept kicking its little legs and struggling.
It not only gave her shameful memories, but also made her hands and feet ache and go numb.
But Basil remained relaxed and at ease.
While it took others almost ten minutes to put the Mandrake doll into the flowerpot, he did it in less than a minute.
On her way to the lounge, preparing to go back to her dorm to shower, Hermione raised this question.
As he walked, Basil replied, "We Granger have always had a magical Plant Affinity."
"Just like Harry is Parseltongue and can talk to snakes."
Professor Sprout is able to do this probably because she possesses the magic of the predecessor of [Plant Affinity].
But it was only after this experience that he understood.
That magic might not have had any incantations or even hand gestures.
It's a philosophy of life, the reward you get from carefully tending to plants.
His ancestors may have given back more, which is engraved in their blood.
Basil suspects that Hagrid's "Fantastic Beasts Affinity" talent also stemmed from this—simply a heart full of passion for Fantastic Beasts.
After all, none of Hagrid's ancestors who could be traced were involved in the field of Fantastic Beasts.
The same applies to talents that excel in Spell Mastery and Proficiency in Dark Arts.
The Herbology was followed immediately by the Transfiguration Class.
While everyone else quickly finished showering and rushed to the Transfiguration Class classroom, Hermione was still leisurely taking a shower.
Just as the school bell was about to ring, she went downstairs to the lounge, where Basil was waiting.
"Why don't we have a race to see who runs the fastest?"
As soon as she finished speaking, only Hermione's phantom remained in the same spot.
Basil shrugged and teleported himself directly into the classroom—in the first row, in front of Professor McGonagall.
A chorus of gasps erupted in the classroom.
Hermione is still on her way.
Seeing that students from the other three houses were also present, a shocked Professor McGonagall exclaimed again, "Granger, what are you doing? I mean, you can't Apparition in Hogwarts."
Then a black and brown phantom flashed by.
Another Granger appeared.
The Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, who hadn't witnessed Hermione's incredible speed in Herbology, began to doubt their own eyes again.
Especially the students of Slytherin.
Pansy Parkinson kept muttering to herself, "Impossible. A mere Mudblood. How could she?"
The last time she did this was when Hermione won first place in her grade.
Draco had long since abandoned his belief in Pure-blood, looked sadly at Pansy.
That's incredibly foolish and ignorant.
The future belongs to magicians.
Basil then began answering Professor McGonagall's question, "Because this is not Apparition— "
He glanced at Hermione, who was holding up her ear, and said, "Because my speed exceeds what your eyes can perceive, creating the illusion of teleportation."
This is a lie; Basil directly replaced space.
After all, he had promised to race Hermione.
"It wouldn't be good for her to know I cheated," Basil thought to himself.
In reality, he flashed a bright, sunny smile and said, "Professor, it's time for class."
Just as he finished speaking, the bell rang.
This conveniently blocked Professor McGonagall's question about how to solve the problem of wind pressure at high speeds.
She had to clear her throat and say, "Okay, quiet down."
The students, who had been whispering amongst themselves for the first time since the four houses were crammed together for a class, immediately fell silent at the sight of the two Granger's arrival.
"This is the first time in Hogwarts' history that all four houses have adopted a teaching method together."
"I hope you can adapt."
"But that's not the point today."
"What I'm most curious about is whether you've fallen behind in your studies during the summer break."
Ron and Harry's faces turned deathly pale.
They spent the entire summer vacation having fun.
Sirius's playful nature made their lives more colorful, but it also made them neglect their studies.
Lupin didn't say anything. After learning about Harry's childhood, he couldn't bear to interrupt.
As a result, neither of them completed their summer homework independently.
Lupin played a significant role in this.
Professor McGonagall waved her wand.
A matchbox appeared in front of each person.
"There's a beetle inside every matchbox."
"Today's topic is turning it into a button."
Seeing that Basil was about to draw her wand, she stopped her, saying, "You don't need to. You've been at school almost all summer."
"I know your skill level too."
"What you need to do is help guide those students who failed."
As she spoke, her gaze kept drifting towards Harry and the others.
Their tense and absent-minded expressions were all too obvious.
This undoubtedly proves that they completely forgot what they had learned during the summer vacation.
Sure enough, during the subsequent review, the blue light emanating from the tips of their staffs only served to help the beetles exercise.
The beetles darted around the table, trying to avoid the magic wand, but they couldn't light it no matter what they did.
They almost poked each other in the face with their wands.
This left Professor McGonagall completely speechless.
In the past, the Transfiguration Class House Points, and it was tolerable if one's own students did not perform well.
Exclude students who deliberately fail.
Today, Ravenclaw's wisdom and Hufflepuff's perseverance have resulted in students from both houses performing well.
Even Slytherin had students like Draco Malfoy who succeeded on their first try.
Even with players like Crabbe and Goyle dragging their feet.
But they were at the bottom of the class last year.
Harry and Ron, who were in the middle to upper range last year, performed no differently than Crabbe and Goyle.
"You two—"
Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, which sounded like it came from hell, Harry and Ron panicked and almost dropped their wands.
Harry don't know what to do.
Ron muttered under his breath, "The other academies are pretty much the same."
His eyes glanced at Basil, who was helping out everywhere.
Professor McGonagall put her right hand to her forehead. "Weasley, you—"
She couldn't understand why the students in her college were so stupid.
Didn't you realize that those girls were just pretending?
Just for Basil's guidance.
She could tell at a glance that they were deliberately failing, making a mistake just as they were about to succeed in casting the spell, as if others were blind.
Harry nudged Ron in the stomach with his elbow and whispered, "Are you crazy? Those girls are all faking it, can't you tell?"
Ron's body stiffened, and his brain went blank for a moment.
He wanted to say it was a problem with his wand.
But the next second, he remembered that he hadn't used his brother's old wand for a long time.
Basil's clever money-saving trick got his parents to buy him a new magic wand.
"Gryffindor loses 10 points!"
"You don't pay attention in class and you even talk back!"
Professor McGonagall's subsequent cold and angry words terrified Ron.
"And Basil, you come and help Harry and Ron."
Once Basil left...
Those female students who had never succeeded before suddenly succeeded, turning the beetle into a button.
Professor McGonagall stormed back to the podium.
As soon as she left, Harry and Ron immediately pleaded in whispers, "Basil, please help us."
"You two are really something." Basil was speechless.
If he hadn't read the novel, he truly wouldn't have believed that the two of them could defeat Voldemort.
"Have you really forgotten everything?"
"I used to teach you this."
"Before casting the spell, silently recite the product you want to Transfiguration three times in your mind. This will increase the success rate of the Transfiguration."
"Although this can't be used in actual combat, it can still be used to pass exams and classroom quizzes."
"Huh?" Ron's eyes went unfocused. "Really?"
Harry ruffled his hair. "That sounds familiar."
"Let me give you a hint," Basil said irritably, "" the School of Philosophical Thinking."
Ron: My scalp is so itchy, oh no, I need to grow a brain.
Harry suddenly realized, "I remember now!"
He immediately pointed his wand at the beetle, as if he were playing billiards.
"You can focus attention by taking extra actions."
"Recite the thing you want to Transfiguration beforehand."
The wand rubbed between his fingers.
Three times in a row.
Recite the incantation.
A beam of blue light struck the beetle.
The button reappeared in its original place.
"I did it!"