As the Christmas holiday comes to an end, the new semester is about to begin.

The students of Hogwarts also returned to the castle.

To be honest, this seemingly "massive" horse riot has had a very small impact on most students...

Like the wizards outside the school, they had almost zero contact with this incident. In a sense, they were all spectators.

Most of the students have never seen the "brutality" of the horsemen (the students were all evacuated and left Hogwarts as soon as the riot began)... They have never seen the wreckage of the horsemen in the castle (except for students like Matthew who returned to school as soon as possible, when they returned to the castle later, the remaining traces were cleaned by Pringer).

Their understanding of the Horse People's Riot, in addition to the daily headlines in the Prophet Daily, is limited to the damaged portraits and sculptures in the castle on campus...

Looking at the portraits and sculptures that had been together day and night, they were so blasphemed, and the agitation in the "Prophet Daily", many young boys were indignant about this horse riot.

Some extreme remarks, such as those who should kill all the horses, are emerging one after another.

However, other than that, Hogwarts' normal life has not been affected in any way-

The courses that should be taken are still to be taken, and there are no less teachers and students; except for the castle that changed hands briefly during the Christmas holiday, nothing seemed to have happened.

...

As for where the remaining horses went, Matthew Wickfield was actually very curious.

There is no doubt that no trace of the horseman is found in the Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts, and even around Hogsmeade... According to records, this community, which has lived in the Forbidden Forest for more than a thousand years (almost a long history of Hogwarts) has completely set a stop between the Forbidden Forest.

A large number of horsemen died in the riots, and this judgment could be made from the burnt manes, broken horse hooves and bright red blood that could be seen everywhere in the castle.

Compared with modern wizards armed with teeth, the horse people, who are in a state of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and who will not use any magic except prophecy, have no possibility of confronting each other head-on. They are too fragile...

Not to mention that even the prophetic magic they are proud of is not a match for Gellert Grindelwald...

The previous tragic images of Hogwarts can show that it was definitely a unilateral massacre!

As for other horsemen—

Matthew believes that there are definitely many wise horsemen who will not be stupid enough to break into Hogwarts and "successfully"...

There are rumors that they were migrating deep into the Scottish Highlands; some Aurors tried to track them, but the horses were divided and the Aurors were too small, and they eventually lost their target.

The Isle of Britain is too big, and the number of wizards is too small; the number of powerful adult wizards is even smaller.

The surviving horses were scattered in every corner of the Scottish Highlands, tens of thousands of square kilometers. It was impossible to complete the task of finding them out with just a dozen figures.

What's more, the remnants of the Order of the Phoenix may also be with the horse people...

Whether it is from Professor Kettleborn, the mixed-race giant Hagrid who colluded with the horses, or the big black dog that suddenly appeared deep in the forbidden forest... Matthew believed that the "black wizards" of the Order of the Phoenix colluded with the horses.

...

The whole of Hogwarts was in a superficial calm.

Behind this calm, there was absolutely terrible things that were brewing, and Matthew could feel them.

He is not the only one who holds this view.

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, Matthew once again saw Draco Malfoy.

It is rumored that Malfoy was shot by the horseman in the knee, but now it is impossible to see it at all... Using the wizard's methods to treat this "skin wound" can be said to be a piece of cake; Malfoy's parents are both very excellent wizards.

"Hey, Matthew!" Malfoy greeted him weakly.

"Is Christmas good?" asked Matthew.

"Just that," Malfoy shrugged, "there are good times except for one day and one night in the horseman's cave!"

Matthew couldn't help but smile.

"When this summer vacation, I think my father will take me to Germany to find a few experienced old witches..." Malfoy sighed, "It's so unlucky... Since I entered school in September last year, I have been injured for various reasons... I suspect I was possessed by something bad..."

Matthew blinked and echoed a few words casually.

The two talked about Christmas.

"By the way, Matthew," Malfoy said suddenly with a serious voice, "My father wasn't going to let me come back..."

"Aren't you going to come back?" Matthew asked back with some alertness.

"Yes..." Malfoy nodded, "He told me that something big will definitely happen to Hogwarts this year... Many wizards from the pure blood family felt that they were unwilling to let their children return to school again..."

Matthew couldn't help but frown.

Even at this time last year, the black witch Morgana was rampant on the campus of Hogwarts, causing many serious attacks... At that time, no parents of students considered not to let their children go back to school...

"Then why are you back?" Matthew asked curiously.

"Because Principal Grindelwald would not allow it," Malfoy sighed. "My father received a notice, and some of his friends also received a notice from Hogwarts... No student is allowed to drop out of school midway, nor is he allowed to transfer to Demstrong or Boothbaton. This was possible before, otherwise he would be severely punished..."

Matthew was stunned, as if he was in thought.

"So...my dad suggested that I should be as careful as possible in the remaining half of my school year..." Draco Malfoy said mysteriously, "If I don't want to waste my life..."

...

The next day, the school started classes.

The first class of the new semester is herbal medicine class. They once again braved the cold wind and went to the greenhouse with difficulty.

Fortunately, the temperature in the greenhouse is quite normal and not difficult to bear... I just can smell some weird plants from time to time.

But they need to go to the greenhouse to work for most of this class... It is something that no one wants to do when they stay outdoors for more than an hour in the cold January morning.

In fact, the content of this class should have been the work of the last semester; they needed to transplant the Flores flowers outside the greenhouse... However, the course was postponed because the snowstorm at the end of the last semester was too heavy.

But the Flores in the greenhouse cannot continue to grow for too long. At the beginning of the new semester, Professor Pomona Sprout, the herbal class classroom, took them to complete the work.

They wore dragon-skin coats and thick masks, and then carefully dug out the almost-grown Flores from the soil... and prevented them from being in the sealed bag and taking them to the garden again.

The process along the way must be very careful because the pollen of Flores is highly toxic...not only students cannot smell it themselves, but once it leaks out during transportation, it may cause disastrous consequences.

Professor Sprout carefully checked all of them to ensure that they were foolproof before he took them out.

The gardens in Hogwarts are rarely open. Professor Sprout took the key and opened the rusty lock... Everyone looked around curiously...

"Please don't fall behind!" Professor Sprout reminded kindly.

Five minutes later, they came to the fountain in the garden... Except for an empty piece of mud, there was a small yellow flower planted in other places.

"Can anyone tell me what these are?" asked Professor Sprout.

Her voice was a little unclear because she was wearing a mask.

Matthew raised his hand quickly.

"Okay, Mr. Wakefield!" Professor Sprout called Matthew's name.

Agnes Lesterlanch on the side glared at Matthew with some anger and put down her half-lifted hand.

"These are highland daisies." Matthew replied calmly.

"Very right!" Professor Sprout nodded at Matthew with great satisfaction, "Very good... So can you tell me why the highland daisies need to be planted here?"

"The pollen of the highland daisy, contrary to the pollen properties of Flor flower, can remove the toxicity of Flor flower..." Matthew said calmly.

"Great!" Professor Sprout gave Matthew a thumbs up.

"So can we take off our masks?" a Hufflepuff student couldn't help but say, "I'm almost suffocated..."

While talking, he reached out to take off his mask.

"Of course not!" Professor Sprout severely stopped the student's behavior.

"Although the pollen of the Highland Daisy can remove the toxicity of the pollen of Flores, it takes a long time..." Then, Professor Sprout explained, "So, this behavior is not desirable..."

"We can only do this because the garden is not open to the public in the past... Usually after Christmas, Flores will stop secreting pollen; we can let them stay with the highland daisies for more than a month and their toxicity will completely disappear..."

"............Wait more than a month later, on Valentine's Day, when the garden reopens, you can appreciate the beauty of Flor flowers... Of course, their wonderful uses..."

"But we are only in the second grade, professor," a Hufflepuff girl corrected, "we can't celebrate Valentine's Day this year."

Valentine's Day in Hogwarts is an annual orthodox festival... but it is limited to students in third grade or above.

"So that..." Professor Sprout said awkwardly, "Well, I almost forgot... Then in February next year, you can come to the garden and appreciate the fruits of your labor a year ago."

As if to relieve the embarrassment, Professor Sprout shouted loudly: "Okay, kids, we start working now... Pick up the shovels around you and transplant these Flores... After completing this step, the course on Flores is completely over!"

Everyone started working quickly—

This seemingly simple step has a small problem.

The garden is not a greenhouse, because the temperature is too low, and it is almost frozen with the soil, so it cannot be shoveled with a small shovel... Theodore Nott even almost shoveled his shovel.

It was still Matthew who came up with a good idea, took out his wand and pointed it at the mud in front of him that was condensed into pieces:

“Incendio”!”

After roasting on open fire for a while, the frozen soil gradually softened.

Matthew waited patiently for a while, because the temperature was very low, the warm soil that was being baked quickly dropped again.

Taking advantage of this time, he quickly planted his Flor flower.

By the time Matthew finished all the work, many other students were still waving the shovel hard.

...
To be continued...