As a qualified doctor, your handwriting is about writing, flying dragons and phoenixes, and making the patient unable to understand it. Otherwise, people would think you are unprofessional and are a liar!

Although veterinarians are aimed at animals, they deal with wizards, and of course they have to be elegant in their handwriting.

Just as Rov prescribed for Mrs. Lolith, many students came around and saw that the handwriting on the note was so sloppy, and immediately a "knowledgeable" guy expressed his approval and praised his skill in medical skills.

Look, this is called professionalism, and the other party is definitely not something he can do!

After thanking Felch, he left with the potion, and Rov immediately announced the official opening of the Cialia Fantasy Beast Store.

While on the train, he just raised his mouth and was preparing to post advertisements in the notice boards of the lounges of major colleges today.

Gryffindor has Hermione, Ravenclaw has Shirley, Slytherin has Malfoy... There is no need to go deep into other academies, someone will help promote it.

Of course, Slytherin is more dangerous. After all, Snape is not a good person, so he can only let Malfoy down and send small cards to each dormitory.

The eldest son's store opened, and as a younger brother, Navi responded immediately and sent his pet Laifu to take care of the business.

Rof was very happy. He was still thinking about the magic called "Giant Tongue Whip". Combined with the "demonic replenishment" of the bag spider, it was simply a combination of magic skills!

Rov took the toad that struggled violently and wanted to escape and sent it into a small cage made of vines.

"Lyfoo is so happy, Neville, you can rest assured to leave it to me. I will definitely treat Lyfoo's ADHD and let it stay with you forever, and you won't run around without any trouble." Rov promised.

At this moment, an owl flew over and came to the Hufflepuff dining table over the auditorium, throwing a red letter on Neville's head.

Navi, who was quite happy just now, was instantly happy and sad, and he cried out:

"It's over, my grandma sent me a yelling letter! She must be angry that I didn't go to Gryffindor, but came to Hufflepuff..."

The smoke-filled red letter appeared in the auditorium, and many students laughed gloating. Every time someone received a roaring letter, it was their happiest time.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry asked curiously: "What is that? I see everyone is very excited."

"Roar letter! Trust me, Harry, you won't want to know what that is." Ron shook his head and said:

"The roar letter will amplify a person's voice dozens of times, and the sound can be heard hundreds of meters away."

Although it is not very harmful, it is extremely insulting and will directly cause the recipient to die in a social manner.

"My mom has made roar letters before, for George and Fred!" Ron recalled with fear:

“They were both playing tricks at school, and Professor McGonagall wrote to go home…My mother had a gloomy face all day, and the porridge was burnt during supper.

My dad and I didn't dare to say anything, so we just finished the battered porridge. My mom often told me not to learn from Fred and George…”

"My stupid brother, it's not a good habit to say bad things behind your back." George suddenly appeared and put his arms around Ron's neck.

"Yes, do we really want to shake out what you have done?" Fred shook his head and smiled:

"Who was wetting the bed when he was seven years old? It was said that it was the ghoul in the attic that was fucked? Poor old radish, it was hard to get down to the attic. How could he climb onto your bed!"

"Who got hemorrhoids when he was nine years old and had blood in his pants. He pulled his mother and told her that your menstrual period is coming!"

George and Fred were loud, and the students on the Gryffindor table heard it, and even Harry couldn't help laughing.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!" Ron yelled, rushing towards the twins to fight them desperately.

At this time, the four corners of the roaring letter had already started to smoke, making a beeping sound of boiling water. If it was not opened in time, it would explode directly and make the sound even louder and more harsh.

Many little badgers stayed away from the dining table, and Neville looked even more panicked and asked Rov for help, "What should I do?"

"Look at mine."

Rov opened the small black suitcase and entered the box with the struggle and the yelling letter. Then he covered the box and turned the button.

Many experienced students think that Scarmand is crazy. In a small and confined space, the power of the explosion will double, and the small boxes can explode you into the sky!

But what puzzled everyone was that as time passed, the roar letter seemed to have not exploded at all, and no sound came from the box... Could it be a squib?

"Roff can always make some movement beyond my expectations." Fred was amazed.

"Yes, if we had that box at that time, we wouldn't have been bombarded by my mother's yelling letter." George said.

"It's not just that." Indian-born Parvati Pettier interjected:

"My sister in Ravenclaw said that in their morning transformation class, only Scarmand and Swinton completed the assignment of Professor McGonagall. Scarmand was really amazing."

"Our dormitory has been discussed. We will go to find him to treat his pet this weekend." Ravender smiled foolishly.

Ron, who had been subdued, sat back next to Harry. He listened to the chatting of several people and suddenly remembered the spots in his pocket.

"Do I want me to go to Rof to see it too? Banban is so old. If the price is cheap, you can provide it with full body care." Ron thought to himself.

At the end of lunch, Rov received many appointments, and he found that he seemed to be a little too busy alone and needed a capable female assistant.

It doesn't need to be too beautiful, but it must be capable!

In the afternoon, the herbal medicine was to teach with the students of Gryffindor. After all, they were their own deans. The badgers had just finished their meal and walked out of the castle and walked through the vegetable field toward the greenhouse.

Professor Sprout stood at the door of the greenhouse. She wore a small purple felt hat, a patched hat on her fluttering hair, and a lot of dirt on her clothes.

She had just driven away the slaughter, and she was holding a fork in her hand, looking like Runtu.

When the students were almost here, Professor Sprout said loudly:

"Children, we went to the first greenhouse today, but before entering, I have something to remind you, which is something you will have to remember in the next few years!"

"Don't touch magic plants at will. Most of them are fragile and can't help but be weak. Of course, some plants are poisonous and aggressive... Any plant, unless I allow, is not allowed to touch them at will. Have you heard?"

"Heard it!!"

Professor Sprout took a big key from his belt, opened the door to the greenhouse, and walked in with everyone.

The place where they stood was an open space, and magical plants grew right in front of them.

A warm breeze blew by, the air was filled with the fragrance of the soil, and the smell of dragon manure fertilizer that had just been applied.

Under the leadership of Professor Sprout, the students walked through a group of mushrooms about the size of their heads and came to a plant with strange shapes.

The plant is about one meter tall and has wide leaves, and at the end of the leaves there is a vase-shaped fruit with a lid.

"Does anyone know what this is?"

Sprout's words had just fallen, and before many people could hear what she was asking, Hermione, who was standing not far from Rove, had already raised her hands high.

"Miss Granger?"

"This is Nepenthes, which has a unique organ that absorbs nutrients - a insect cage." Hermione said fluently:

"The insect catcher cage is cylindrical, with a slightly enlarged lower half and a lid on the cage opening, which is named after its shape like a pig cage."

"Very good, Gryffindor adds two points!"

Professor Sprout blinked, pointed to the liquid in the vase-like structure of the Nepenthes, and smiled:

"This liquid secreted by Nepenthes is a very sweet and harmless juice. It is one of the raw materials for sizzling bee sugar. I have tasted it before and it tastes very delicious."

Hearing her say this, the little wizard wanted to taste it. Professor Sprout turned his back and seemed to be looking for something. Immediately, a group of students reached out and dipped in juice.

"It's so sweet, Harry, try it!" Ron licked his thumb.

"Indeed, this is the first time I've eaten something so sweet." Harry whispered.

Ron found that there were many black granular objects floating in the juice. He picked up several of them and tasted them and found that they were also very sweet, just like sugar beans.

Harry also ate a few.

Neville was about to taste something, but Rov slapped his hand off.

Seeing Rov's movements, Hermione, who was originally curious, turned her eyes and immediately gave up.

Justin raised his hand and asked, "Professor Sprout, what is the black pearl-like thing floating in the juice?"

"Oh, it's the feces of the fox." Professor Sprout then turned around and grinned:

"Netherae evolved into a unique juice that attracted animals to come and taste. The feces excreted by animals can be used as fertilizer for Nepenthes.

Look at its shape, is it very similar to a toilet? Isn’t it very wonderful?”

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Chapter completed!