boyutpedia Chapter 103 The Fruit Fly King
Chapter 103 The Fruit Fly King
Chapter 103 The Fruit Fly King
With a rumbling sound, the ground in the entire area began to vibrate, and the drill bit in the center of the tiller began to move up and down due to the force released by the rope winding around it.
However, Professor Sprout saw it not as a machine, but as pure magic.
After all, the drill bit could only drill one cubic meter at first glance, but as the ground vibrated, it started by turning over the furthest piece of land, then the second piece, then the third, and in just over ten seconds, the entire field was turned over.
Afterwards, Kane used a summoning spell to lift the tiller: "Emmm, Professor, do you even need this thing?"
Professor Sprout realized what was going on: "Of course it's useful, of course it's useful. Wait a moment, come with me, I'll clear out a special space for this good fellow so it can rest properly."
Professor Sprout stopped in a well-ventilated, shady spot, tidied up the clutter, and then placed the tractor there steadily.
"Hmm, what a fine fellow." Professor Sprout patted the large piece of wood in front of him with great excitement. After admiring it for a while, he led Kane back to the farmland. The rest was much simpler. All they had to do was put the seeds into the small holes they had dug beforehand, and then use a weather charm to make it rain in the greenhouse.
"The difficulty of weather charms is divided into several levels, with rain and sunlight being the two easiest. Of course, sunlight can only make plants grow, but it cannot kill vampires. So if you encounter a vampire in the future, you must run away as fast as you can and don't try to use sunlight to fight him."
"We ordinary people should avoid the terrifying dark creatures like vampires and run away as soon as possible. To be honest, when I was young, I was chased by a vampire in the Amazon rainforest for a whole week. Fortunately, Dumbledore came there and saved me."
Kane listened to Professor Sprout's earnest teachings and nodded hurriedly. Looking at Professor Sprout, who still looked apprehensive when he mentioned vampires, he secretly made up his mind that if he were ever lucky enough to encounter a vampire in the future, he would definitely not let the other one get away.
"So, the first weather charms I'll teach you are rain and sunshine. I'll demonstrate them for you, and then you can try them out yourself when you have time."
As he spoke, Professor Sprout began to demonstrate the Weather Charm to Kane using very standard spell pronunciation and very large casting gestures. It is worth mentioning that the casting method of any Weather Charm is exactly the same; the only difference in the weather summoned is what kind of weather you need in your mind.
"Alright, Kane, come and try it out." After watering and sunbathing one patch of land, Professor Sprout led Kane to another patch and began to have him cast a spell.
The latter perfectly replicated Professor Sprout's incantation and actions. A small patch of dark cloud appeared above the field in front of him and rained down for more than a minute. When the cloud dispersed, a cute little sun hung in the greenhouse.
"You've done very well, Kane. Ten points for Gryffindor. Now you can leave. Find a quiet place to solidify your Weather Charm. Anyway, you've finished your work in the greenhouse." Professor Sprout patted Kane's head and left the greenhouse with him. He could go back to his office, have some tea, read the newspaper, and think about what plants he should teach the first-year students tomorrow to make them interested in herbalism.
Having left the greenhouse, Kane strolled aimlessly around the castle. His class was supposed to be History of Magic, but he'd asked Harry to take attendance beforehand. Hermione was quite unhappy about it, but she was probably busy secretly reading Lockhart's novel behind the History of Magic textbook and wouldn't have time to chat with him...
All he needs now is to hide inside Hogwarts Castle from the professors who know his schedule. Actually, it's just Professor McGonagall, since apart from his own Headmistress, what other professor would bother to ask what courses a young wizard has?
Thinking of this, he strolled even more leisurely until a faint sound appeared behind him.
"Our Mr. Kaneheath is quite relaxed," Professor McGonagall's voice appeared behind him like a ghost.
"...Wow, Professor, you might not believe it, but I just went to the bathroom and accidentally got lost." Kane suddenly stiffened and said with an embarrassed expression.
"No need for explanations, Kane. Come to my office." Professor McGonagall walked ahead stiffly, urging Kane to catch up.
"Okay, Professor." Kane followed along, somewhat helplessly.
Soon, in Professor McGonagall's office, Kane sat alone in the chair opposite her, looking at the first-year in-class assignments in front of him—of course, just paper assignments.
After all, given Kane's magical power—capable of instantly stopping everything in the upperclassmen with a simple spell and leaving them completely barren—he'll probably only be able to help Professor McGonagall with minor issues from now on.
"Give these first-year wizards a grade, Kane. That's your detention for today," Professor McGonagall said quietly.
Kane readily picked up his pen: "So, Professor, you're not angry with me?"
"If there were a third person here, I would definitely criticize you harshly, but unfortunately, there are only the two of us here, and the course on the history of magic... is indeed a waste of time for a little wizard like you," Professor McGonagall said frankly.
"My God, long live understanding! So, Professor, do you have any other equally useless courses here?"
"Kane asked as he graded the homework."
"The same useless courses, I'll take them. I really dislike those pretentious courses, and Muggle Studies. I'm probably the Hogwarts professor who has the most contact with Muggles. Real Muggles are nothing like those in that outdated textbook. And then there's Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is only taught by Professor Gilderoy Lockhart."
I don't know if Professor McGonagall was in a good mood or what, but she was like a chatterbox that had been opened up. She was completely different from her usual rigid and serious self. Perhaps the quality of this year's Gryffindor freshmen is excellent?
That's the only possibility.
Stopping thinking about those other things, Kane began grading the young wizards' in-class assignments.
Ah, Ginny, Ron's sister is almost as good as his own sister, perfect score!
Ah, Luna, one of the few people who understands my style. Perfect!
Colin Crevy... I think he was one of the people I tricked into rowing yesterday. Although I really wanted to give him full marks, his assignment was just too bad. I'll barely give him a passing grade; forget about full marks.
Professor McGonagall also glanced at the Colin Crevy assignment that Kane had placed in the corner. Hmm, although it was slightly inflated, it was understandable, after all, people in the same house help each other out. Luna, although a Ravenclaw, also had a slightly inflated score, but considering that Kane's hat had been passed down to her, perhaps she was a good friend? She was quite loyal and kind.
As for Ginny... Ginny is perfect, there's no need to exaggerate her abilities.
Kane quickly finished grading all the first-year students' in-class assignments and stretched vigorously. It was about time to go to the Great Hall for a proper dinner.
After Kane met up with Harry and the others at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, a thousand origami cranes suddenly appeared in front of him, having flown there without him noticing when.
Upon opening it, she saw that it was written by Professor Sprout, asking Kane to visit the greenhouse when she had time. A magical plant that she had never seen before had grown on the land tilled by the tractor. The two of them should go there to study it, transplant it, and collect seeds.
"Who is it?" Harry leaned over to take a look and saw Professor Sprout's signature.
"Hmm? You skipped a history of magic class just to get extra help from Professor Sprout?"
As soon as Harry finished speaking, Hermione looked up sharply. Damn it, she was one step behind again. Kane had cleverly abandoned the extremely easy History of Magic course to get extra help from Professor Sprout, while she had wasted a whole hour on History of Magic, a course that was purely a waste of time, because of the stupid rules and regulations.
Hermione, Hermione, how dare you?
It's decided, I'm skipping next week's History of Magic!
"If you go to the greenhouse... can we go too?" Ron suddenly asked. Although the herbalism class wasn't as interesting as the other classes, it was nice to go there occasionally to cultivate one's mind and steal some fruits and vegetables to take back to the dormitory as snacks.
"It's highly unlikely. Professor Sprout has already given me the key to the greenhouse. If I were to take you there, wouldn't that be stealing from him? I certainly wouldn't do something that would betray Professor Sprout's trust."
After Kane finished speaking, he haphazardly stuffed some food into his mouth. Soon after, he saw Professor Sprout on the professor's seat get up, so he got up as well, and the two of them walked towards the greenhouse together.
Soon, the two entered the greenhouse and found Dumbledore sitting in the field, holding a steaming cup of water.
However, Kane didn't care much about Dumbledore; what he was really interested in was the magical plant that Professor Sprout had mentioned, a plant he had never seen before.
He had seen it.
A type of weed in the Eternal Realm called Forget-Me-Not can be made into a soothing tea with honey and water, which can be used to restore one's spirit.
Although I don't know why such a thing would appear in the real world, for now, I'll consider it a good thing.
Wait a minute, it's not impossible that we don't know where this thing came from, since there are always some creatures that like to plant weeds in your farmland around the Eternal Realm's farmland...
Kane looked up at the greenhouse dome and, sure enough, there lay a huge fruit fly king in the Eternal Realm, lying there quietly.