The weapon is more effective than the shock bomb."

In the magical world, some people may be wary of wizards holding wands, but absolutely no one cares whether you are holding a grenade.

Of course, no one will care if you have a tape recorder.

"If not, let's find a chance to ask."

Professor Sprout had already put on earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped the mandrake leaf, and pulled it out of the pot.

Suddenly there was a scream in the classroom.

Of course, since they all wore earmuffs, no one heard anyone else's screams.

What was pulled out of the soil was not a root like a beet, but a baby with light green skin, and Professor Sprout was clutching the leaves on its head.

As soon as this little guy was pulled out, he started shouting at the top of his lungs.

Now, everyone knows what Albert refers to as the "cry" of the mandrake.

Professor Sprout brought a larger flower pot, stuffed the mandrake into it, and quickly buried it with moist compost and soil, leaving only the leaves exposed.

She patted the mud on her hands, gave everyone two thumbs up, and then took off her earmuffs.

"I stress again, you must wear earmuffs later." Professor Sprout reminded loudly: "I don't think you want to miss this class, groups of four - there are many here

Big pot - the compost is in the bag over there."

Of course, Albert was in a group of four, and after everyone put on their earmuffs, Professor Sprout signaled that everyone could start.

Pulling mandrakes out of the soil is a physical job, and it's not as easy as Professor Sprout did.

It's harder than pulling up radishes in the field, and mandrakes don't want to be pulled out of the soil.

Li Qiaodan tried his best but failed. In the end, Fred helped to pull it out. The worst thing was that this guy didn't want to go back after he came out. He twisted his body, kicked his feet, and waved.

Holding his small fists, he looked like a living person who didn't want to be stuffed into a coffin.

"It's really interesting, isn't it?" Fred smiled and poked Mandrake's cheek with his finger, only to be bitten on his finger.

Fortunately, he was wearing dragon skin gloves.

George couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

Li Qiaodan didn't smile. He was fighting with the mandrake that was blocking the mouth of the basin with his feet, unwilling to be stuffed into the basin.

As for Albert, he directly took violent measures and forced the mandrake into the flower pot, and quickly buried it with moist soil and compost, successfully completing the first repotting.
Chapter completed!