With the departure of "Professor Snape", Matthew also finished breakfast every time.

Then he glanced at the course schedule. The first class this morning was herbal lesson, which Slytherin and Hufflepuff students attended.

Matthew, Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe, Goll, and five people walked out of the castle together. They walked through the garden and towards the greenhouse.

As they approached the greenhouse, they saw many classmates waiting at the door of the greenhouse.

Just as they were about to join, a familiar figure emerged from the greenhouse.

He is a Potion Class teacher and Dean of Slytherin College, Professor Horace Slughorn, who holds a big handful of leaves in his arms.

"Oh, Matthew, and Draco..." Slughorn shouted eagerly as soon as he saw several students standing here.

At the same time, he also automatically ignored Nott, Crabbe and Goll.

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn!" Matthew and Malfoy said in unison.

"Yes, a good morning." Slughorn looked in a good mood: "There is such a fresh air, the morning is in the morning, right... Maybe I'm going to take you tests, guess what is this?"

As he said, he waved the big handful of leaves in his hand.

Matthew came over and looked at it carefully for a moment: "It's Swift, right?"

"Very correct!" Slughorn nodded with satisfaction: "Most authorities believe that this medicine is best to pick in the morning. At the same time, I have to say that Pomona (referring to the herbal medicine teacher Professor Pomona Sprout) makes them grow extremely perfectly... It is necessary to use it in the third grade class. I think each of the third grade students can get a few pieces, and there are still some left to prevent anyone from overcooking... You will also use it at this time next year!"

"I'm looking forward to it, professor."

"Okay, I have to handle 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 be held again, don't forget..."

"...Be sure to participate on time!" He went further and further, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

The Slug Club is a club founded by Professor Slughorn himself. It only houses students he admires. Matthew and Malfoy are both members.

They hold a small party every week, or two weeks later, 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 Public Lounge from Slughorn's office late at night... Affected by this accident, the Slug Club's party was temporarily suspended.

Until the end of the semester, even if the culprit of the attack had escaped, Professor Slughorn had not recovered.

However, now the new semester has begun, and the impact of the attacks half a year ago has been reduced to a minimum.

So, the party started again.

...

Professor Slughorn gradually disappeared from their vision.

"Come in, kids!" Then Professor Sprout's voice came from the greenhouse.

The students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff quickly walked in.

Professor Pomona Sprout is a short witch with a patched hat on her gray hair. She looks a little sloppy, with a lot of mud on her clothes and nails, but everyone knows that she is a very kind teacher.

"Today we go to the third greenhouse!" she said happily.

The students were very interested in discussing that they had only visited the first and second greenhouses before...the plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a big key from his waist and opened the door. Matthew took a step forward and immediately smelled a wet mud and fertilizer, mixed with some faint fragrance of flowers.

The fragrance was a little intoxicating, and Matthew couldn't help feeling dizzy... His face changed, and he quickly took a few steps back and exited the greenhouse.

Not only did he react like this, but the other students who stepped into the greenhouse were all unstable... Several of them even looked like they were drunk and their faces were flushed.

"Back, the kids, all back!" Professor Sprout shouted excitedly, and waved at them: "I didn't allow you to come in!"

Hearing Professor Sprout's words, they hurriedly quit the third greenhouse.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air, Matthew felt that he was getting much better.

...

Professor Sprout also walked out, holding a large pile of masks of all sizes in her hands.

She said: "I didn't want to pollinate Flor flowers today. Now, who can tell me what characteristics Flor flowers have?"

Matthew had guessed what the plants were in the greenhouse, but before he could raise his hand, his other little hand was raised high.

"Very good, Miss Lestrange!"

Agnes Lesterlanch stood up and said very naturally: "Flor flower, also known as tracking flower; the mature Flor flower, its top petal has 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 petal is..."

“…so you can put fresh floral petals next to something important. If they are stolen, you can easily track them using the rhizomes of floral flowers!"

"Well said, girl," Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction, signaling her to sit down, "At the same time, Flores is a very dangerous herb. Does anyone know why?"

Agnes seemed to hesitate for a moment, but Matthew was the first to raise his hand.

"Mr. Wakefield, tell me."

"Its pollen is highly toxic," Matthew replied concisely: "It's enough to kill."

"That's right!" Professor Sprout nodded, her voice was very calm: "The pollen of Flores is highly toxic, and the amount inhaled is too much or even fatal... Of course, the Flores we are going to come into contact with today are very young; but if you suck their pollen into your nose, you will have to be in a coma for at least several hours. I don't think you want to miss the course on 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 be lucky..." she ordered loudly.
Chapter completed!