Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 29 Requirements for Joining the Club
After arriving at Hogwarts, Moon discovered that there is no most magical magic, only more magical magic.

Professor Sprout gently poured a drop of the potion in his hand into the holly tree's pot. The originally bare sapling suddenly became full of vitality and sprouted new buds.

Under Moon's surprised eyes, the small buds gradually grew bigger and sprouted, and the branches also slowly grew.

"This is a plant growth potion, a very difficult intermediate potion to make."

Professor Sprout said, put the lid on the potion bottle and handed it over.

At this moment, Moon could finally understand Harry's feelings when he received the Nimbus 2000.

No wonder the polite boy kept nagging about his broomstick all day and didn't even care about his punishment in Potions class.

However, compared to Nimbus 2000, Moon felt that potions were more practical.

"To ensure these saplings can fully absorb the potion's energy, each plant can only be given a maximum of one drop per day."

Professor Sprout said this and motioned Moon to apply medicine to the remaining two plants.

Moon gently tilted the bottle until a drop of thick emerald green potion reluctantly left the bottle mouth, and immediately took back the bottle.

Looking at the new branches growing from the willow branches in the flowerpot, Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, although there are only fifteen drops of magic potion in it, it is enough to support them to become a big tree with five growth rings."

"Wait, Professor, are you saying that this one drop of potion can turn a sapling into a full-grown tree?"

Moon looked at the medicine bottle in his hand in disbelief, then turned to Professor Sprout for confirmation.

"Yes, this is thanks to our school having an excellent potion master. Otherwise, the plant growth potion would not have achieved such a good effect."

"You mean Professor Snape?"

"Of course, he was very talented in Potions when he was in school, but I didn't expect his level to be even higher now."

Moon couldn't understand Professor Sprout's praise of Snape. He just felt that the Potions professor was very difficult to communicate with.

Especially for Gryffindor students.

After Moon finished applying the potion to all the saplings, Sprout nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Scarlett, I think Cedric has already told you about the Christmas Cactus Club."

"That's right, Professor."

"Actually, I founded this club to provide a platform for young people with talent in herbal plant magic to communicate with each other." Sprout said as he suddenly turned around and looked over.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet if you're interested in joining this club?"

"Of course, Professor."

Moon now had no reason to refuse.

It was not only because Professor Sprout rewarded him with a potion that far exceeded his expectations, but more importantly, Moon knew that as long as he joined, he could learn more magical knowledge.

"Okay, since you're willing, let me continue. Actually, there are requirements for joining the Christmas Cactus Club."

As the most authoritative small group in Hogwarts in herbal plant magic, the Christmas Cactus Club requires members to be able to master the characteristics of an herbal plant and make reasonable use of it.

Normally, those who can meet this requirement are at least third-year students. It is rare to find a young wizard like Moon who shows talent in the first year, so Sprout is willing to provide additional support.

In fact, after three days, Sprout was able to confirm that all three saplings collected by Moon would survive.

Her plant potion only shortened the growth period of the saplings.

As for how to use the characteristics of plants to facilitate magic, this needs to be done by Moon himself.

This is also the proof of whether Moon can join the [Christmas Cactus Club].

"Well, Mr. Scarlett, it's all on you from now on."

Sprout put on her dragon leather gloves after she finished speaking. She had to go to the herb field to transplant some herbs that the young wizards would use in their classes next week. Before leaving, she took another look at the growing saplings.

"Remember not to give them potions too often. They've already reached their limit. Also, remember to move them outside the greenhouse, otherwise the ceiling will be damaged."

"Okay, Professor."

After Moon agreed, he immediately started moving the flower pots out.

Now many of the three saplings have sprouted, and the best growing one is the willow tree, which is taller than Moon's head.

After moving all the flower pots out, Moon found a shovel and started digging a hole.

He knew that the one-year-old saplings would definitely not stay in the pots quietly, so they had to be given a more spacious dormitory.

There are two rows of beautiful and sturdy trees growing outside the greenhouse. They must have been planted a long time ago. The most common species among them is small-leaved linden, which has very beautiful leaves and flowers.

Moon chose the location of the sapling dormitory next to the small-leaved linden.

While he was digging the hole, the sapling in the pot continued to grow, as if urging him to hurry up.

Moon had to speed up, and at this moment, a person suddenly walked over from the Quidditch field.

"I was just training and saw you digging a hole, so I thought you might need help."

The person who spoke was Cedric. Today was the Hufflepuff team's training day. He had just seen Moon's figure while flying in the air.

Cedric said as he took another shovel and joined the digging team.

"Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me. I think you'll be a member of our club sooner or later."

With Cedric's help, three pits less than two feet deep were quickly dug.

After putting the small tree in and backfilling the soil, Cedric left, and Moon also prepared to go to Hagrid before the sun set.

The last time they collected saplings, Hagrid helped prepare a lot of things, and Moon had always kept it in mind. Now that he had obtained such a magical potion, he felt it necessary to share this joy.

After returning to the dormitory, Moon took his Pengpeng and the small wooden sculpture he had carved during the week and came to the door of the wooden house again.

……

"This is the wooden fang you carved!"

The wooden sculpture, which was originally the size of a palm in Moon's hand, was only the size of three of Hagrid's fingers in his hand.

"Yes, this is my thanks."

Moon said as he put Bengbeng on top of Yaya's head. The two of them had become good friends by last time.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to have such a skill. Look! Yaya, this is exactly the same as when you were a kid."

Yaya was obviously not very interested in the wood carving. It just took a glance and continued to play with Bengbeng.

"Well, it seems friends are more important to it." Hagrid said as he put the small wooden sculpture on the chest of drawers beside his bed and patted the wooden carved dog's head.

"Moon, would you like some 'Hagrid Shortbread'? I've improved the secret recipe, you're sure to like it."

I have to say that Hagrid's creativity in the field of cooking is very bold.

After adding the rock cake to the tea, he actually added a handful of chopped salted fish.

"Well, this is the fish I caught in Black Lake last year. I added salt and dried it for a whole year."

Moon took only one bite and put down the spoon with a frown.

(End of this chapter)