Professor Sprout's cooking was as breathtaking as her plant-breeding ideas were maddening-after eating a small piece of Crab Grass, Brian blacked out without even realizing it.
It felt as though a crab had snipped out a section of his memory with its claws, then ground it up with its mouthparts-that blank stretch popped out of existence like a bubble blown by a crab.
Brian felt that he had probably gone to the far side of the moon surrounded by a great crowd of crabs, humming a cheerful little tune.
Only when a blazing light suddenly lit up the pitch-black space did he bid the crabs a fond farewell and reluctantly return to Earth.
"What-just happened?" Once he came to, Brian shook his head and asked Professor McGonagall, who was still revising the Transfiguration paper, in bewilderment, "Is it still 1991?"
"Ah, Chet, Minerva..." Professor Sprout said blankly. "I'm so glad your hands aren't shaped like claws..."
Clearly, Professor Sprout had probably seen some strange hallucinations just now too.
"This stuff... it isn't harmful, is it?" Brian, the guinea pig, suddenly caught on and asked belatedly, "Perhaps... we should go and see Madam Pomfrey?"
Out of trust in Professor Sprout, he had not initially thought there was anything wrong with eating the Crab Grass.
This witch had helped him so very much, in everyday life, magic, and even Herbology, and she was trustworthy-not to mention that they had eaten the Crab Grass together, and she herself had eaten the largest leaf.
But he had just been hallucinating!
It was no longer a question of whether Crab Grass tasted good-after that peculiar experience, Brian now found it difficult to regard the stuff as food.
"Ah... don't worry, Chet. I asked Madam Pomfrey to test this herb's composition long ago. Oh dear, did