Chapter 283 Genetic Disease Controversy

History of Magic is followed closely by Herbology.

Because they had slept well in Professor Binns' class, after the bell rang, the third-grade little lions ran out of the classroom in high spirits and ran together to the greenhouse outside the castle.

Harry and Ron went to the toilet together right after class, while Loren and Hermione walked slowly down the corridor while waiting.

"The class schedule is written in great detail. Even the class schedules for the big and small weeks are clearly marked." Loren checked the class schedule in his hand and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The girl's handwriting is beautiful and neat, even the table lines are drawn meticulously. And Hermione still helped him write down the required courses.

Loren, who was immersed in joy, didn't notice that Hermione looked at him a little strangely, and the ink mark on his face twitched with his smile, like a funny little insect.

So stupid... Hermione lowered her eyes and thought silently in her heart.

"Hey! Loren, you're looking good today!"

"I really hope you can keep it up!"

George and Fred happily greeted the two of them and ran down the corridor in a hurry.

The teaching reform was only implemented on a trial basis in the second and fourth grades, and has not yet been promoted to the whole school. The twins were in fourth grade with half the learning content a year ago, but this year they were suddenly promoted to fifth grade, with double the learning tasks and a sharp gap in their O.W.L.s preparation year.

In fact, with their talents, they can still cope with it if they focus on studying. It's just that they have just made a lot of money and can't wait to turn many good ideas into reality, which adds a lot of extra study and scientific research tasks that have nothing to do with the exams. The sense of urgency made the two of them hurry up.

"What do you mean?" Loren was confused as he watched the twins disappear around the corner of the corridor.

During the break, the number of little wizards in the corridor gradually increased.

Hermione glanced at him and took out a tissue to wipe away the ink marks on his face before meeting other acquaintances.

Loren looked at the ink on the paper with a look of disbelief on his face, his eyes full of pretentious sadness and indignation, and said sadly: "Hermione, Hermione, I'm sorry I trust you so much..."

Just when Loren was about to force Hermione to sign hundreds of unequal treaties, Harry and Ron came back.

Harry trotted to catch up: "I took a look and it seems that we are the first batch of people to take the Herbology course at the beginning of the semester."

"This means that we will be the first to accept the influence of the greenhouse." Ron said with a sad face and a long sigh, "It has been fermenting for the entire summer vacation, the purest and strongest smell."

Loren and Hermione looked solemn.

The rain outside the castle has stopped, the sky is a refreshing light gray, and the green grass under your feet is wet and elastic when you step on it.

The air after the early autumn rain is filled with cool water vapor. Taking a breath makes your heart and lungs feel as if your heart and lungs have been washed by the clear mountain spring water. It is very refreshing.

In front of the door of Greenhouse No. 3, the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin were consciously divided into two arrays.

From time to time, you can hear discussions in the Slytherin team about purebloods and inbreeding diseases. For example, at this time, Theodore Nott, Pike Selwyn, and Pansy Parkinson were having a heated discussion.

Theodore Nott looked at his feet, scratching alternately with his two gardening boots, cleaning up the mud that was stained when walking on the grass: "Hereditary disease? It seems that every pure-blood family has such an example, more or less. Right. I've heard of several of them. The Gaunt family likes to torture others for fun, and the Black family are mostly paranoid, and even go crazy when they get old."

Parker Selwyn, who took Crabbe's place and joined the small group, chuckled: "And Crabbe, the people in their family are all fat and stupid!"

Goyle, who was originally confused and didn't understand what they were saying, suddenly raised his head and looked at Pike with a strange look. He couldn't say what was wrong, he just felt a little uncomfortable when Pike said that.

Theodore Nott finished cleaning the mud on his feet, raised his head and exhaled: "But wizards are not as fragile as Muggles. For Muggles, amputation of arms and legs is already a very serious injury. If If they break a bone, they can only wait for the body to heal on its own, and they will die if they can't survive it. So their seemingly serious genetic disease may not be a big deal to wizards."

"That's it! Genetic diseases are what Muggle idiots say!" Pansy Parkinson's face turned red and her saliva splattered as she spoke.

Several people here are from pure blood. Except for the Parker family, which is not the top, the others all have prominent family backgrounds, and the same is true for Parkinson.

Seeing Parkinson's saliva slipping in the air, Draco frowned and took a few steps away calmly.

"Good morning, kids! It seems you have changed your clothes in advance."

Professor Sprout arrived, wearing a green and yellow gardening uniform and wearing heavy gardening boots, which were covered with sticky mud after the rain. "You have a heavy task this semester, and time waits for no one. Let's get started." !”

When she took out the golden key from her waist and opened the greenhouse door, a gust of wind blew up due to the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the door.

The smells accumulated over a summer vacation in the greenhouse are wafting towards everyone. The smell of rotten fermentation fertilizer, the smell of some unique smelly flowers in bloom, the fishy smell of earth, the fragrance mixed with green plants, the secret fragrance of normal flowers... many fragrances The smelly smells were mixed together to form an indescribable smell.

Many little witches turned green.

The breeze blew the gray hair under Professor Sprout's hat. The short, fat witch closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

"Oh! She seems to like the smell." Pansy Parkinson covered her nose with her hands in disgust.

Feeling the vigorous vitality in the shed and the joyful mood of the plants, Loren let go of his held breath and slowly adapted to this complex smell.

The task of the first herbal medicine class was not heavy, but it was not easy either. They were ordered to clean the fallen leaves and flower petals in the garden and loosen the soil for the plants. As usual, the little wizards were divided into groups of two.

Loren and Hermione received the tools, carried small shovels, and carried iron buckets towards the area they were responsible for.

Shovel leaves, pack them into buckets, dump them into the compost pit...

Hermione went about her work quietly.

Loren couldn't stop talking. Except for carrying a tin bucket to pour leaves, he kept chattering at other times: "The preferential treatment for the teaching reform is no longer available. Our courses have also increased, and you have chosen all the electives." …”

"In this case, it seems that we will miss the club's activities."

"No, you can't miss it, you have a time turner."

"By the way, you can't use the time turner to participate in club activities. Professor McGonagall is for you to use it for classes."

Loren muttered for a long time, but didn't wait for Hermione's response. He couldn't help but look up in confusion.

The little witch looked dazed, her eyes sparkling, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Hey, hey!" Loren stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

"Shh!"

Hermione wanted to put her finger in front of her lips, but gave up after taking a look at the dirty gloves. She glanced around nervously, then leaned over and whispered, "See if there is a garden bed over there. Professor Sprout left some mature mandrakes with many leaves on them."

In the mandrake bed area at the rear right, the number of mature mandrakes is less than half, and they should have been harvested.

As a plant that grows cyclically, mandrake has the strongest medicinal properties when it matures in the first year. Continued cultivation will cause the medicinal properties to fade. Old mandrakes may also suffer from depression, making other plants in the same area restless.

In the past, Professor Sprout cultivated a batch every year, leaving no mandrakes from the previous year. The changes made this year were probably for emergency purposes, so as to avoid last year's situation and avoid delaying more than half a year to raise mandrakes to save people.

But this is no reason for Hermione to pay attention to such mandrakes...

Mandrake blades, Animagus ritual.

Loren's mind instantly understood Hermione's thoughts, and he couldn't help but have a smile on his face. He joked with a smile: "Yesterday, I said I would strictly abide by Professor McGonagall's instructions and not show me the time turner, but today I want to Stealing mandrake blades. Miss Granger, you are disrespectful to Professor Sprout."

Hermione looked around again, her face a little hot: "It's not stealing, it's taking. I just want to take a few leaves that are about to fall off."

The Animagus lesson she learned last year has not yet yielded results, and Hermione has no intention of quitting the teaching class, so she wants to prepare some leaves for practice in advance.

"Oh, take it?" Loren condemned this, "I'm different, I stole it openly!"

In this way, the two moved to the area where the mandrake was.

It's just that their states are completely different. The little witch moves cautiously and has a nervous expression. Loren, on the other hand, held his head high and his expression was even a little arrogant.

"What are you afraid of?" Loren chuckled and patted her. The little witch was so scared that she quickly looked at Professor Sprout's position for fear of being caught by the professor.

How dare he be so arrogant!

Hermione buried her head and stared at the round-toed garden boots under her feet, almost wanting to run away from this man.

Loren stretched his neck and looked at the mandrake leisurely: "Besides us, Neville is the only one in the teaching class in the third grade. Just be natural and no one will notice."

Looking towards the nursery, the mandrakes in this period are obviously more luxuriant and thicker in branches and leaves, and at the same time, they are more calm than the adolescence that often howls. They sit quietly in the pit, and some of them slowly move their roots. , some shake the leaves slightly.

From their expressions exposed to the soil, Loren saw a sense of solidity.

Hermione stretched out her hand to pinch a leaf and pulled it gently. The mandrake just shook its body and showed no special reaction.

They were so well-behaved that Hermione couldn't bear to do anything. She reached out to the branches of several mandrakes several times, but still couldn't pick off the leaves.

Seeing this, Loren next to him quickly reached out and picked off six leaves with yellowed edges, and pulled Hermione away without looking back.

The mandrake in the garden did not yell, shook it a few times, and returned to its original state.

The once-so-thorny Mandrake had almost completely changed its appearance, and Hermione was still in a daze when she returned to its original position.

"They are old..." Loren muttered quietly, and when he was about to hand the leaves to Hermione, he suddenly stopped.

He thought for a moment, frowned and asked: "The Animagus ritual has time requirements, which are related to the sun and moon. If you hold the mandrake in your mouth and use the time turner, will it have an impact on the ritual? "

"Probably, no, right?" Hermione hesitated as she blurted out words one by one. She had no idea that the time turner could conflict with the Animagus.

Loren took back the mandrake blade: "We'll wait until we find out more about it from Professor McGonagall."

Hermione blinked: "Oh."

In fact, Loren wasn't too worried. Anyway, Hermione would eventually abandon the time-turner, give up Divination and Muggle Studies, and return to the normal way of going to school.

It won't be too late to perform the Animagus ritual at that time.

After putting the mandrake back into the pendant, Loren and Hermione continued shoveling leaves, filling buckets, and dumping them into the compost pit...

lunch time.

When Loren sat down at the Gryffindor table, he realized that the topic of pure blood and genetic diseases was becoming more heated.

The long tables in the four colleges were all busy chatting, and the young wizards mainly divided into two arguments:

One is that pure blood has no genetic diseases.

Strong pure-blood advocates believe that Muggles are more fragile and more easily defeated by disease than wizards, while wizards are more powerful and have more advanced medical treatments than Muggles. So the genetic diseases that plague Muggles don't apply to wizards.

The second is that the genetic disease of pure-blood wizards is already very serious.

The view of this group of young wizards is that the physical illness may not be obvious, but purebloods are shadowed by mental illness.

Isolated, irritable, paranoid, crazy...

Gunter, Black, Crabbe...

Many families have died, or are dying. Mental abnormalities of all kinds will sooner or later exterminate purebloods.

In the midst of such discussions, Greengrass, who was rumored to have a bloodline curse, naturally became the center of attention.

In addition to the new student Astoria Greengrass, the Greengrass family also has a young witch who is attending Hogwarts, Daphne Greengrass.

Daphne, a staunch pureblood advocate.

Enrolled in 1991, the same grade as Loren and others. Under the brilliance of Loren, Hermione, Harry, Neville and even Draco, this little witch has no sense of existence.

Although Greengrass is a pure-blood family, their wealth and power are not worth mentioning. Compared with many families such as Malfoy, Crabbe, Nott, and even Parkinson, the gap is huge.

The only thing people remember about Daphne is that she is one of Pansy Parkinson's best friends. In other words, one of the followers.

The young wizards of the four houses couldn't help but cast their gaze over, because a farce was taking place on the Slytherin table at this time.

Daphne was yelling at a little Slytherin witch: "Claire! You dirty half-breed who has stained your bloodline! If you dare to look at me with that look again, I swear, I will gouge out your eyes." come out!"

The little witch named Claire covered her face and ran away.

Daphne, who had lost her goal, cast her angry gaze on her sister. If she hadn't fallen down, how could she have suffered such humiliation.

Following her gaze, Loren saw the freshman at the center of the turmoil—Astoria.

She sat next to Draco. The little girl had long blond hair and blue eyes innocently met her sister's gaze. She smiled awkwardly to please her sister. The dimples on her cheeks were obvious when she smiled. .

Obviously, Daphne, who was in a rage, did not accept this trick. She gritted her teeth and growled: "Astoria!"