Chapter 347 Gryffindor, Weasley, And Potato
"Should we plant potatoes?"
Ron Weasley raised his hand and looked at Professor McGonagall with excitement.
"When we were at home, my mother planted many potatoes in the garden, which were not only easy to grow and harvest, but also delicious. And it's better than here at Hogwarts, at least not in the vegetable graveyard. There are trolls."
Although not as spacious as the Malfoy Manor, as the residence of a pure-blood magical family, the Weasley family lived in a burrow that actually took up a lot of space. At least they had a large garden.
For Ron, almost all of his childhood joys were closely related to the huge garden outside the house.
It was a messy garden surrounded by lush weeds and many intertwined trees. A variety of strange plants grew from each flowerbed. There was a large green pond on the right side of the garden where many frogs lived.
Of course, the frog was not the only inhabitant of the garden, and regularly cleaned up the group of clumsy trolls. It could be said that the Weasley family men would breeze through a fixed job from time to time.
"Trolls, what are those? Are the trolls at the entrance of the Enchanted Valley Pavilion like that?"
Harry turned his head with curiosity and secretly touched Ron's shoulder, asking in a low voice.
This was the first time he had heard Ron talk about the situation at home. Before that, his knowledge of magical families in the magical world was mostly heard from Draco Malfoy, plus some of his own brain supplements, such as automatically asking for the door, a respectful house-elf, a bed as large as hundreds of square meters, a toilet as spacious as a basketball court...
"Oh, don't say that in front of the trolls, then they will desperately want you. As for the trolls, how do you say..."
Percy Weasley stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder, his hands drawing an oval in the air.
"It's roughly this big, round, with rough and tough skin, like burlap, short hands and feet, and a bald head that looks like a potato at first sight... Speaking of..."
Percy suddenly stopped, raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, a nostalgic expression on his face.
"I also vote for potatoes. Think about it, potatoes can make many delicacies, like mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, roasted potatoes, potato wedges, potato cakes..."
As he spoke, I saw Percy Weasley raising his finger and beginning to count seriously. After entering Hogwarts over these years, he saw the "potato dish" on the table.
"There are also french fries, baked fries, potato salad, potato soup with lettuce, potato stew..."
The Weasley twins teased together, and then Percy continued.
After reading off at least a dozen potato dishes in one go, while catching his breath, one of the red-haired boys, I don't know if George or Fred, shrugged and summed up assisted.
"If I count the odd practices my mother has come up with over the years, I think I can still miss them for at least ten minutes."
"Well, I just wanted to say that potatoes are really a good choice... after all, you just need to cut the sprouted potatoes and bury them in the ground, there's hardly anything to worry about.
Percy extended his hands and looked at the young wizards, explaining.
It must be said that the numerical advantage of the Weasleys is more vividly reflected at this moment.
As the four Weasley brothers added one phrase after another, the rest of the young wizards around them looked at each other and followed unconsciously. For a while, only the word potato remained.
"Why don't we plant all the potatoes, so we have more training time?"
"Listening to what you're saying, does it seem easy to grow potatoes?"
"Yes, just bury it in the ground, water it, and cast magic to wait for the harvest."
"Wow! Is it really that easy?! I think Wood is right, we simply plant all the potatoes!"
"Yes, anyway we've grown lettuce, and the school also provides meat."
"Professor McGonagall, can we plant all the potatoes except for wheat and lettuce?"
"We are lions! We only eat meat, Weasley, you're really a genius!"
"..."
...
After about thirty minutes.
Professor McGonagall rubbed her head with a headache and looked helplessly at the students in front of her.
It must be known that to satisfy the preferences of the young wizards as much as possible, Hogwarts prepared seeds and germs of almost a hundred plants, from basic plants like wheat, rice, and potatoes, to lettuce, radish, and broccoli, edible greens like parsley; from melon and fruit plants like apples, bananas, peaches, and watermelons, to condiments like ginger, spring onion, garlic, fennel, parsley...
It could be said to cover more than 90% of daily dietary needs. According to Professor McGonagall's original idea, they would need to spend at least half a day to determine the list of planting categories today, not like this now...
"So, it seems like you've negotiated, haven't you?"
Professor McGonagall said, holding up the long parchment in her hands, and repeating it again.
"I repeat, except for wheat and lettuce, all the remaining grounds will be planted with potatoes?! Or, would you like to hear the seed list..."
"No, Professor McGonagall! We like potatoes!"
"Yes, let's start planting potatoes quickly, and we can move freely after planting them, right?"
"...I think maybe not... or... listen to Professor McGonagall... and"
In a loud voice, a barely audible female voice was almost completely drowned out.
Hermione Granger looked with a headache at the excited classmates around her, her face exactly the same as Professor McGonagall's, she sighed silently and closed her mouth quietly.
Oh well... potatoes, potatoes.
It was a big fuss, and every time she ate later, she was sitting next to Elena like a little breadbug.
After following Elena a few days ago to understand the operational logic of the Hogwarts kitchen, she understands how terrible a single ingredient can be. The set of potatoes saves trouble, but in the end it will never be a loss for Elena.
Not to mention that it is easy to transition from frugality to extravagance, and it is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality. At one time, Hogwarts appeared like a rich "dish of potatoes".
***** On the other hand, all the gardens of Gryffindor House choose to cultivate potatoes, which is not entirely a bad thing. As Percy said, the Gryffindor lions have more free time compared to the other houses, allowing them to do things they enjoy ~ ~ In this way, at least they can have more time to read books.
***** However...
***** At the same time, the atmosphere on the other side of the castle was not as harmonious and carefree.
***** Chapter two, let's go!
***** The current progress (2/23), well, it's gradually improving ~ It will surely be worth it slowly ~
***** Fatty chicken, do not be afraid ~
***** PS: I recommend a good Harry Potter novel "Hogwarts' Poisonous Eggs", it is about to be released, you can take a look if you like.
***** Why is food in the kitchen frequently stolen? Why does the underwear strangely disappear beneath the dress of female growth? Why did Severus shout at his baby? Who blinded the basilisk? Is the Dark Lord who lost a leg a man or a ghost? Is the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality behind all of this? Stay tuned for Hogwarts' Poison Eggs! Follow the author's lead into the protagonist's inner twisted world...!