Getting to know Fred and George has both advantages and disadvantages.
Firstly, there are advantages; you can have a life at school that is never boring.
Then there's the downside: it's easy to be led astray.
Despite Cedric and Rolf's extremely obedient behavior in front of Sprout, they still slipped up.
It's normal to know about libraries, and it's also normal to know about Restricted Section and abandoned classrooms.
But it's very unusual to know that there's a huge internal space on the fourth floor that seems to be a secret passage leading outside the school.
"Fred and the others told me," Cedric said, his eyes darting around. "Professor, why don't we go in and take a look?"
"Okay." Sprout lit his wand and stepped into the pitch-black passage. Just as the two relaxed, he suddenly turned around.
"But I need a more reasonable explanation, such as how they found this place, and whether you know where the secret passage leads."
Cedric, feeling guilty, almost couldn't keep his expression in check.
Her squinting, toothy smile sent chills down their spines.
"A path to Hogsmeade!" Rolf announced.
"So that's how it is." Sprout brought his wand close to his cheek. "No wonder there were rumors there that Professor Snape was selling Acromantula Venom."
Cedric swallowed hard.
"It was George Vincent who did it!"
It's not that I have a weak mentality, but that face, half in shadow and half in light, is just too frightening.
Two minutes earlier, the last thing he wanted to encounter when he went to sleep was to lift the covers and see a bed full of Moaning Myrtle.
And now, he feels that for the next few weeks, every time he lifts the covers, he will see Sprout's face.
"Children, have some Soothing Bloom." She handed each of them a small square leaf.
"Vincent must have told you about the effects of the Soothing Bloom, right?"
Cedric chewed a few times, and suddenly felt that the face he had just seen was starting to blur.
"I know." Rolf felt the same way. "He said that just a tiny petal is enough to completely remove impurities from about five pounds of metal."
"Correct." Sprout turned up the light on the tip of his staff, illuminating the secret passage, a space large enough to hold hundreds of people.
"The effects of Soothing Bloom will be greatly reduced, so they can be used on humans and animals."
"What if the Soothing Bloom on humans?"
She looked at the two pairs of bright eyes in front of her. "In a milder case, it might just result in the separation of a bad personality, but in a more serious case, the body might even separate."
Cedric and Rolf stared at each other.
Soothing Bloom are not cheap, and they are very picky about their growing environment. Even Alchemists cannot afford to use them whenever they want.
"Professor, could this be you...?"
"Yes, I planted them myself."
The two innocent Little Badger' eyes shone even brighter.
Who says Hufflepuff is useless?
Magizoologist can travel the world and see all sorts of wonderful and interesting little and big cuties.
Herbology, who seem to deal with mud and fertilizer all day long, can easily grow herbs that Potions Master and Alchemists would buy at high prices.
In that instant, Cedric seemed to have found his true dream.
He wants to become a herbalist just like his own dean!
At that time, he could give his friends a reasonable "friendship price" for any herbs they wanted.
"Professor Sprout, may I be your assistant in my spare time?"
"No problem, Cedric."
Hogwarts has four heads of household.
Each of them is extraordinary.
Especially Potions Master Snape.
In just 10 minutes, he had visited every single room in the entire Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
The most offensive ones are definitely the Weasley Twins.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw two pairs of shoes that had been soaked in water hanging by the door.
It stinks!
He then came to the two empty beds and saw two coats stained with various colors, which appeared to have originally been white.
Sloppy and messy!
When he finally lifted the blanket, he was immediately taken aback by the black and yellow lumps inside the crucible.
Blasphemous Potions!
The cauldron used to make Potions is sacred and must never be used to make prank props!
Before leaving, Snape burned all the unsightly things with Fiendfyre.
I feel refreshed and younger.
He walked out of the boys' dormitory and stopped in front of the girls' dormitory next door.
After standing for about two minutes, Vincent also came to the common room.
Those large, dark eyes, filled with regret, seem to hint at a sad past.
"Professor Snape, aren't you going in?"
Snape did not answer, and turned his back to him.
The magic of the four Founders is no simple matter.
Whether it's Transfiguration or Polyjuice Potion, the restriction will be triggered if a boy enters.
Vincent was surprised that his jokes had no effect.
Normally, Snape would have secretly coaxed him inside.
If I remember correctly, Harry's parents were both Gryffindor students.
So what if they're childhood sweethearts? Slytherin doesn't like Muggle-born students.
"Oh—you're here." When McGonagall came in, she saw one of them standing silently and the other fiddling with a long gun at the table.
Where is he?
"They must be hiding them." Vincent removed the magazine from his Iron-Copper Alloy Sniper Rifle.
"Professor McGonagall, I know how he acquired physical form."
Snape's gaze swept over me coldly. "You sent me away just now, you didn't sneak off to the Restricted Section of the library, did you?"
"In less than 10 minutes, do you think that's possible?"
Hermione and Harry were convinced he could do it.
Just searching through hundreds of bookshelves is not something that can be done in 10 minutes.
"You must go there often, Wayne."
"There are several layers of restrictions in the Restricted Section, and I'm not stupid."
Vincent glanced at McGonagall furtively, inwardly cursing Snape's treachery and despicable nature.
"Severus, the most important thing now is to find him."
Snape sat down next to Vincent.
"So, our best student ever, can you simply explain what the Dark Magic that gives a soul a body is?"
"It is my honor," Vincent said calmly, explaining the principle behind stealing lives.
"My teacher taught me a lot." He looked at Snape without the slightest bit of guilt.
McGonagall was convinced of this.
Nicolas Flamel lived for hundreds of years, so it's not surprising that he had witnessed even the most evil and terrifying Dark Magic.
Snape was skeptical. "I hope what you're saying is true."
"I swear," Vincent, staring directly into his dark eyes. "But Professor, you must know quite a bit of Dark Magic, right?"
Based on Harry's previous description, if the spell that cut Dobby didn't have a counter-curse, it would definitely be a piece of Dark Magic.