Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

"Today we're repotting the mandrake."

"Can anyone tell me what the roots of mandrake are... [?_??]" Professor Sprout stopped before she could finish her sentence, because she felt that there were a few pots of mandrake in front of her that were not quite right, whether it was her imagination or not.

"Ye Feng, could you help me poke that 'Mandela Grass' in front of you?"

Ye Feng: (￣ω￣;)

Upon hearing Professor Sprout's words, a cold sweat quietly trickled down Ye Feng's forehead, but he still reached out and carefully poked the 'Mandela Grass'.

Sprout: (?_?)

"Ye Feng, could you pull out that mandrake in front of you so I can see its roots?"

Hermione: \(-o-)

“Miss Granger, please speak.” Seeing Hermione raise her hand, Professor Sprout temporarily let Ye Feng go first.

With Professor Sprout's permission, Hermione excitedly said, "Professor Sprout, mandrake or mandrake root can restore a petrified person to their original state, but it is also very dangerous, because hearing the cry of mandrake can be fatal. So Professor Sprout, I think it's wrong of you to let Ye Feng pull out the mandrake directly."

Hearing Hermione's words, Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good, ten points for Gryffindor."

“Miss Granger has already told you about the characteristics of mandrake. Now I will teach you how to identify mandrake.”

"The leaves of the mandrake are large and thick, with two indentations at the end of the leaves that resemble the letter W. The leaf surface is smooth, and the veins are very clear and white."

"However, the leaves of the 'Mandela Grass' in front of Mr. Ye Feng are wrinkled, and although the main veins are also clearly white, they are quite thick. In other words, the plants in front of Mr. Ye Feng are not Mandrake Grass at all."

"Ye Feng, can you tell me what kind of grass those pots in front of you are?"

Ye Feng: (?ω?｀ll)

Seeing Professor Sprout walking towards him, Ye Feng sighed and said, "Yes, Professor Sprout, these pots are not mandrakes. To be precise, they are not grass but a kind of vegetable. We call it lettuce."

Sprout: "So, you pulled up my mandrake and replaced it with lettuce?"

Seeing Professor Sprout's eyes turn dangerous, Ye Feng quickly explained, "No, it's not the classroom. These lettuce plants were planted in the empty pots after I used those mandrakes to make the potion. I didn't pull out the mandrakes."

Professor Sprout became interested upon hearing Ye Feng's words, as she knew that Ye Feng had extremely high attainments in potions, so she gestured for Ye Feng to take out the potions he had concocted.

At Professor Sprout's insistence, Ye Feng reluctantly took out a small, two-finger-sized bottle of potion in an exquisite glass jar. The moment the potion was taken out, Professor Sprout faintly heard a familiar crying sound.

"Can you tell me what this medicine does?"

"Of course." As he spoke, Ye Feng reached out to open the potion lid.

"Wait, that crying sound is...?"

"do not want!"

"Wow!"

A piercing and familiar cry rang out, and the next second, everyone in the herbal medicine room except Professor Sprout and the excited Ye Feng rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"This potion is called the Banshee's Scream. Its effect is very simple: just open the lid and it will make people with weak mental strength faint."

Sprout: Thank you. That doesn't need explaining. Although I almost went deaf, I'm not blind. I can see.

Chapter 84 Ye Feng: I'm Just a Ruthless Pot-Replacing Machine

Although the screams of the banshee that Ye Feng created were a bit ear-piercing, and even the holder would be attacked indiscriminately if their mental strength did not reach a certain level, just tell me how strong the effect was and how fast it worked.

Putting aside its indiscriminate attack effect, the banshee's scream is indeed a pretty good potion, and there is a way to avoid the attack. Just put on earplugs when using this thing to reduce the sound to a certain level to slow down the effect.

However, Professor Sprout clearly didn't think that way, because she discovered that all the second-year students except Ye Feng were unconscious. This meant that she had no students to teach except Ye Feng for the rest of the class, but Ye Feng…

It wasn't that Professor Sprout was being self-deprecating, but rather that Ye Feng had a unique understanding of various herbs and other things that could be used to make potions. She even had to consult Ye Feng about many things. The only thing she was better at than Ye Feng was knowing more about herbs. So if it were just Ye Feng, it was really hard to say who would teach whom.

So, faced with the situation where all the students except Ye Feng had been knocked out by a bottle of Banshee Scream, Professor Sprout had no choice but to go to the school's medical staff to check on the students' condition and entrust Ye Feng with the task of repotting the Mandrake.

Upon hearing that Professor Sprout had entrusted him with the task of repotting the mandrakes, Ye Feng's eyes lit up. While Professor Sprout went to find someone, he quickly cut down the several pots of lettuce that were growing well and ready for harvest.

Of course, the lettuce shouldn't be wasted after harvesting the pot, so after pulling out the roots, he scattered two or three seeds into the hole where the roots had been pulled out, covered it with a thin layer of soil, and then watered it thoroughly.

When Professor Sprout called for his men to return, Ye Feng had already moved the flowerpots to a better location near the window where there was more ventilation and sunlight, and had begun repotting the mandrake. As a result, before Professor Sprout and his men even entered the herb garden, they could hear the mandrake's unique crying and screaming sounds from afar.

"Waaah, waaah..."

Hearing the familiar cries, Professor Sprout was startled, for she thought of something terrible.

"If I remember correctly, none of the students who fainted were wearing earplugs when I came out..."

"Gulu~"

Upon hearing Professor Sprout's words, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, who rushed over to check on the second-year students who had been knocked out by Ye Feng with a single potion, both swallowed hard.

"Perhaps we could propose a research topic called 'On whether wizards who have been knocked unconscious by potions made from mandrakes are still affected by the cries of mandrakes.' What do you think, Dumbledore?"

Greenwald, who also came to join in the fun, was the kind of person who loved to stir up trouble, so he went straight for the spot that was most sensitive to gossip.

Upon hearing Grindelwald's words, Dumbledore's face instantly darkened, while Snape, who had been brought over because of the potions, seemed thoughtful after hearing this, and his expression clearly showed that he was somewhat tempted.

"Don't cause any trouble. Go check on the little ones and make Ye Feng stop right now."

When Dumbledore and his companions rushed over, Ye Feng, wearing earplugs, was already repotting the second pot of mandrake. This pot of mandrake successfully verified Grindelwald's earlier conjecture: that people knocked down by the banshee's screams were unaffected by the mandrake's crying while unconscious.

Why do I say that? The reason is very simple.

Almost at the same moment Dumbledore and the others arrived at the door, Harry, whose mental strength was slightly stronger, regained his senses. But coincidentally, at that very moment, Ye Feng plucked a mandrake with a snap, and so…

"Boom~"

Harry, who had just gotten up and hadn't even had a chance to get up yet, heard the sound and his eyes rolled back, and he fell headfirst back to the ground with a thud. Dumbledore and the others happened to see this, but because Ye Feng was too fast, they didn't have time to stop him and could only watch helplessly as Harry fell back to the ground.

"Mr. Ye, please stop for a moment!"

"Damn~"

Before Professor McGonagall could finish speaking, Feng swiftly plucked another mandrake, its wailing completely drowning out her voice. This caused Professor McGonagall to frown slightly.

"Mr. Ye! Please stop what you're doing!" Although a little annoyed, Professor McGonagall patiently called out again, this time even louder. But the only response she got was the cry of the mandrake, while Ye Feng was like an emotionless weeding machine.

"Snap~ (pull)"

"Wow~"

"Puff puff puff~ (burying soil)"

"Snap~ (pull)" []~(￣▽￣)~*

"Wow~"

...

The entire process of weeding, repotting, and covering with soil was swift and efficient, the movements fluid and natural. If one ignored the mandrake's loud cries, the scene would be quite pleasing to the eye. The protagonist of the scene, Ye Feng, was like a heartless repotting machine, his indifferent attitude adding to his coldness, until…

"Crack~"

Ye Feng:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Ye Feng, who was focused on repotting the mandrake, was startled when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. He jerked and threw the mandrake he had just pulled out, which flew two or three meters away with a whoosh.

Dumbledore: (￣┏Д┓￣°*)

Dumbledore: ε=(?ο｀*))) Sigh

Dumbledore sighed slightly, looking helplessly at Ye Feng, who still looked shaken. "Mr. Ye Feng, you should have remembered that you need to wear earplugs to block out the mandrake's cries when repotting it, right?"

Seeing Dumbledore's mouth moving, Ye Feng picked up the mandrake on the ground, patted it to remove the dirt, and then casually stuffed the crying mandrake into a larger pot and quickly covered it with soil before taking off the earplugs.

Mandrake: Listen to me, thank you, because of you…

"Oh, it's Headmaster Dumbledore and you guys! You startled me. Don't you make any noise when you walk?"

McGonagall: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all! (╬◣д◢)"

“Mr. Ye Feng, it’s not that we walk without making a sound, it’s that you were wearing earplugs just now. Also, you need to wear earplugs to block out the mandrake’s crying when you repot it, I think you haven’t forgotten that, have you?” Seeing that Ye Feng really hadn’t heard what they said, Dumbledore had to repeat what he had just said.

"I remember, didn't I just take the earplugs out?"

"Oh? Since you remember, why don't you put earplugs on the other students before repotting the mandrake?"

Ye Feng: [?_??] Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"I... just now... didn't put earplugs on anyone else... and started repotting the mandrake?" Ye Feng swallowed hard, looking at Harry and the others lying on the ground. When he saw that Harry and the others' heads were empty and there were no earplugs at all, he froze.

"Oh no... Barbie Q is gone..."

Chapter 85 Merits Without Fault

"Oh no... Barbie Q is gone..."

Seeing his classmates lying all over the ground without earplugs, Ye Feng froze. He'd been so focused on harvesting and planting vegetables that he'd completely forgotten to put earplugs on his dear classmates before starting work. Now, he just hoped no one would wake up, otherwise…

"Wait, these mandrakes aren't fully grown yet. Even if you hear them crying, they'll only sleep for seven hours at most. That means they'll probably wake up around dinnertime. Does that mean... we don't have to go to class today?"

"Holy crap! This is the perfect tool for skipping class!"

While pondering, Ye Feng glanced at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall beside him, their hands restless on the mandrake.

"Ye Feng, if I remember correctly, Professor Sprout just said that you didn't wear earplugs when you used Banshee Scream, right?"

Ye Feng: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Yes...yes, what's wrong?"

"According to Professor Sprout's description, the banshee's scream is more powerful than the mandrake, so Ye Feng, you know what I mean, right?"

"Gulu~"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ye Feng swallowed hard, withdrew his hand from the mandrake, and nodded, saying, "I understand, I understand." As he spoke, Ye Feng quickly helped Hermione up. As for the others, medical staff and Dumbledore's group would help them.

A few minutes later, everyone except Harry who had been knocked unconscious by the banshee's scream regained consciousness. After Hermione and the others heard the whole story, they remained silent but found it quite normal, because Ye Feng was just that kind of person.

When there is danger, staying by Ye Feng's side is the safest thing to do. They even often have the illusion that even if Voldemort were to return to his full strength and come to kill them, they would not have to be afraid as long as they were by Ye Feng's side.

However, here's the but.

When there is danger, Ye Feng is the safest person to be around. But when there is no danger, Ye Feng is often the greatest danger, because who knows if he will suddenly come up with a brilliant idea and try it out.

Although many of Ye Feng's brilliant ideas proved to be truly ingenious and valuable in retrospect, they might not have been so appealing to the people at the time. What Ye Feng found fun and harmless might not have been something they could handle.

For example, Ye Feng once thought that it was very exciting and interesting to race a sled with a flying broom on the frozen Black Lake in winter. In fact, the sport was indeed very interesting and not dangerous at all for him, but it was not the same when others imitated it.