This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 161 Life and Death and Being a Pureblood
While the Gryffindors were busy catching elves, Andrew was busy taking care of mandrakes with his classmates.

The so-called care is simply to transfer this thing from one flower pot to another larger pot.

Looks pretty ordinary - if it didn't bite.

Simply put, this herb with an extremely familiar name is a herb with certain animal characteristics. It can scream, bite people, and occasionally pull itself out of the soil to get some fresh air. It can also use its singing voice to kill creatures. No kidding, an adult Mandrake can scream a wizard to death if it is not dealt with in time.

As for why Andrew was so familiar with it - well, the model teaching aid of this thing was placed right above, and he also made it this morning...

'The deadly call probably means killing creatures in the wild to obtain nutrients...'

Andrew muttered quietly. He really wanted to cast a simulated Bubblehead Charm on himself to block out the sound. This was because Professor Sprout had prepared a bunch of miscellaneous fur earmuffs for them, many of which were pink, and he was unfortunately left behind…
'Why do I have such a psychological burden at this time? I have to keep a cool head even when I am trying to grab earmuffs...'

Ignoring the color of the earmuffs, they prepared to find roommates to form a team, but the five of them were obviously inseparable - there were four people in a group, so they could only split into two or three small teams, with Andrew and Kevin together, and the other two took the slightly introverted Hughes to prevent the new teammates from ostracizing them.

Two Ravenclaws soon joined their group, but when they were preparing to divide the work, one of them was separated by Professor Sprout from another team with a lower average score, and a Slytherin student was brought in to replace them.

Not only them, but other teams as well.

"Mandra is still somewhat dangerous even when it is young. Each group must be watched by someone with good grades. If anyone tries to take off someone else's earmuffs, they will be put in solitary confinement!"

Professor Sprout said in a very serious tone, "Now, start putting on your earmuffs. Check each other to make sure they are all worn properly! Get ready. You can only take them off when I give you both thumbs up at the same time. Start!"

Everyone put on their earmuffs and checked each other's earmuffs, including the Slytherin who tried to remain calm - he didn't dare to stare at Andrew.

Slytherin has a strict hierarchy, with the top being children with a school board background or a Ministry of Magic background, followed by the so-called 28 pure-bloods, then those whose families have various assets, then the rich, and then the half-bloods and those whose families have no money.

Then these calculations have to be mixed with the students' personal performance and strength, their contributions to the college, etc. - in short, there are opportunities, but if you don't have talent or family background, you will only be at the bottom.

While people collectively look down on others, they also have a chain of contempt within themselves. Unfortunately, this is the majority.

Since he was wearing earmuffs and didn't need to communicate, Andrew simply ignored him and focused on watching Professor Sprout's demonstration - the captured human-shaped mandrakes would struggle and scream until they were buried safely in the soil.

However, this kind of work was not difficult at all for the professor of Herbology. She easily prepared a mandrake and then gave Andrew and the others two thumbs up.

“That’s it, wear gloves and earmuffs to prevent them from biting you or making a noise!
"Think about it carefully and simulate it in your mind for five minutes, and then we will start to deal with it."

While the other students were thinking, Andrew walked up to them and asked a question that had just popped into his mind.

"Professor, what if I use Transfiguration to control the soil to grab it, and then control the combination into the flowerpot?"

"Generally, it is not recommended," Professor Sprout glanced at Andrew, "because the fertilizer is mixed with piled dragon dung, and students who are not proficient in Transfiguration will destroy various properties of the soil after the spell is lifted - fertilizer, air permeability..."

"You can," the professor nodded to Andrew, "but I suggest you try it yourself to make sure you can remember this important knowledge."

So Transfiguration is possible?

"Is it okay to tie it up?"

"Okay, but how can you fill the soil with one hand? And the Transfiguration of ordinary students can't control it. Instead, it will hurt it. Casting magic on it will cause death. Herbs are like this. They can grow in the cracks of rocks in the wild, but in a greenhouse, if the temperature is a little higher, it will die."

"Thank you, professor. I understand." Andrew was fine - there was no way to take shortcuts, just work honestly. His trick was fine, but he would still lose points in future exams because it was not a standard operation...

Five minutes passed quickly and they began the formal operation - which was not easy.

Just like what the professor said, these little guys are stronger than they imagined, and they don't care about food, they will bite anything they see.

Fortunately, the long run allowed Andrew to control the situation - after wrestling with it for about five minutes, he finally sealed the thing with mud.

"I understand the principle, but why has Herbology become like PE class?"

Andrew complained, but found that his teammates didn't react at all.

'I hate earmuffs.'

At the end of get out of class, the students, covered in mud and sweat, could finally leave the greenhouse. Andrew and several of his roommates left, chatting and laughing.

The Slytherin student who was in his team was told to stay behind.

"How about it?"

"I didn't dare to speak..."

"I just asked about his bloodline, to see if he is a wizard from a certain family. Maybe he is the descendant of a wizard from abroad, or the bloodline of the Squib family has been reincorporated. You didn't even dare to ask about such a thing?"

"Really? You don't know what to do... I'm not asking you to fight him or anything. We can't attack him either. Even asking him indirectly won't work, you idiot!"

"... "

"I get angry when I see you, get out of here!"

...

"Not good enough to help, but more likely to cause trouble. Have you investigated Granger's family?"

"Muggle-born, she said so herself."

"That shouldn't be the case. Let's go take a look. Maybe he's also a Squib..."

"The young master of the Malfoy family wouldn't allow it...his family just donated a whole set of Nimbus 2001..."

"Really... Never mind."

"We still have to ask if Taylor is a pure-blood descendant. He is so good at Transfiguration, so he must be. But we can't see the new student files..."

A sigh of regret was heard, but unfortunately Andrew couldn't hear it - he had already found an empty classroom and started practicing range Transfiguration as instructed by Professor McGonagall.

(End of this chapter)