Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 343, Section 342: The Small Greenhouse
The greenhouse was warm and cozy.

All sorts of plants thrive here.

As Sheehan walked toward the right corner of the greenhouse, he could see Neville and Justin leading Hermione through simple plant care in Greenhouse Number One.

They walked among the flowers—flowers that hung from the ceiling and were about the size of umbrellas.

"The leaves are heart-shaped, covered with downy hairs on both sides, and have fine serrations on the edges... that's lady's mantle."

It is an indispensable ingredient in the production of beauty potions.

Justin explained.

Hermione nodded.

Neville, who was beside her, didn't talk much, only uttering a few words when it came to handling the situation:

"When choosing, the nap should be roughly the same length as the serrations..."

With the two of them guiding her, Hermione's learning progressed very quickly.

Sprout watched this scene with a smile, then looked at Sheen on the path. She had seen this sight once before, a year ago, but she never tired of it.

Greenhouses, this kind of thing happens every year.

Professor Sprout is probably the most respected and beloved professor among all the young wizards at Hogwarts.

Her greenhouse is always open to little wizards who love nature.

For example, Neville and Justin, who are so hardworking, even have the key to Greenhouse No. 1;

For example, Sheen even has a small greenhouse here, located in the far right corner of the greenhouse.

Right now, he stands here, inside the fence, amidst a cluster of brightly colored, delicately fragrant flowers. These are his lavender, which, after some special processing, can be used to make sleeping pills.

In addition, he planted some nettles, mistletoe, daffodils... and recently he's also added aconite.

These herbs are the raw materials for Sheen to make potions such as common antidotes, scabies potions, swelling potions, and anti-swelling potions.

As soon as he stepped into the work area, a notebook appeared above his head, secured by a suspended wooden frame, and fell down in front of him.

These are Sheen's practical notes.

Due to the strong connection between potions and herbs, Sheen not only had to learn how to identify, cultivate, and preserve herbs, but also the different processing methods required by potion science and carefully identify the condition of a specific plant.

These were tedious and time-consuming tasks, but Sheen worked on them tirelessly for over a year, leaving behind a notebook that the Hufflepuffs revered as holy grail.

This notebook is erudite, but not as good as the herbal science books in the Hogwarts Library.

In terms of professionalism, it is far surpassed by books that delve deeply into a single field, such as "The Complete Book of Carnivorous Trees" and "The Complete Book of Poisonous Mushrooms".

But it remains a must-have notebook for every Hufflepuff.

Because, from the perspective of the most foolish wizard, it provides detailed and scientific guidance on how a wizard with absolutely no talent should learn herbalism.

It is not known for its erudition or professionalism, but simply writes a brief introduction of Bai Xian that spans more than seventeen pages.

It is not known for its rich content, but it has been continuously updated for over a year, and the total number of pages has increased from one hundred pages at the beginning to seven hundred pages now.

Perhaps, as its cover says:
[Dedicated to every nature-loving shaman. Going to the greenhouse isn't necessary, nor is talent. When you're willing to pick up a hoe, herbalism truly begins.]

However, in Sheen's original manuscript, this was not the sentence, but rather:

[Discovering you lack talent, yet still being willing to pick up a hoe, is just the beginning of herbal medicine.]

Professor Sprout would occasionally catch a glimpse of this phrase while Sheehan was engrossed in processing herbs, and whenever this happened, her warm smile would become even brighter.

Greenhouse No. 1 has no concept of time.

Sheen tended to his little greenhouse, making it thrive.

It was during this process that my familiarity with the control panel gradually increased:

[You have successfully processed an aconite using expert-level skills. Proficiency +10]

[You have successfully processed an aconite using expert-level skills. Proficiency +10]

[Title: Herbalist] [Herbal Knowledge: Expert Level (25700/30000)]

Exhausted, Sheen gradually stopped. Although he could use magic to complete tasks such as repelling insects, removing weeds, and watering, he still needed to do the specific identification, processing, and perfecting of the notes himself.

As a second-year wizard, his energy was very limited.

"Come here, kids, have some honey lemon water and rest for a while."

Professor Sprout was extremely pleased. The short, stocky witch waved her wand, and everyone received a pot-shaped cake, a shiny candy box, and a steaming cup of honey lemonade.

“My dear little flower bud, your mother told me that you have completed the Animagus transformation?”

Professor Sprout naturally pulled Sheehan away, and the two went outside the greenhouse.

Inside the greenhouse, Bruce and his two senior classmates were also resting—they had just processed the Babo tubers and were covered in thick, yellowish-green pus, emitting a pungent petroleum smell.

"Bruce!"

When Leon saw Bruce lunge at the small wooden dining table, he knew what was about to happen.

Don't eat mine!

Now Pister was also worried, after all, Bruce was the kind of guy who would just take the food and leave them nothing.

"Next time I come to the greenhouse, I'll give you my share."

Bruce was already very close to the small wooden dining table.

The edge of the small wooden dining table.

Hermione stared in surprise at the three Hufflepuff seniors who had suddenly appeared.

"Ignore it, it happens a few times every month."

Justin said with a helpless smile.

"Bruce is quite serious at other times..."

Harry added.

"Hmm—yes, as long as he doesn't run into any other Hufflepuff friends or Sheen."

Ron's mouth was full of snacks, and his speech was somewhat slurred.

"Damn it—your share has already been paid in advance until graduation—"

Leon is angry.

He has been fooled countless times.

"Gentlemen, let's draw our wands! Only the victor deserves the professor's reward!"

Bruce hadn't finished speaking when a spell flew towards him.

Pistols' wand swung rapidly:
"Tarantella dance!"

Immediately, Bruce's legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if he were dancing a quickstep.

“Pister, it’s heartbreaking—you’ve learned to use sneak attacks—”

Amidst the commotion, Hermione didn't know how to start a conversation with them.

She considered many possibilities for failure: for example, the senior students might be difficult to get along with, or this might be a secret that couldn't be easily revealed...

But she still couldn't understand why people would fight over a pot-shaped cake.

Food like this is available everywhere in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

"It will be fine in a moment."

Justin and the others were used to it, and Justin even hid Sheehan's share.

After all, when there is no danger, Bruce would secretly create some danger.

(End of this chapter)