The Forgotten Potter; DM

XIX. ManDraco, The Bully

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"Morning, everyone," Professor Sprout called out as she walked into the greenhouse filled with second year Slytherin and Gryffindors. No one really listened. She banged something against the plant pot and got everyone's attention. "Good morning, everyone!"

"Good morning, Professor Sprout."

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, second years. Now, gather around, everyone. Today, we're going to re-pot Mandrakes."

Ivy stepped closer to the pots of plants on the table in front of her, standing beside Daphne and Blaise. Davina and Theo stood on either side of them and Draco stood a little further with Crabbe and Goyle. She looked up to see Harry and Ron standing opposite her.

"Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?"

It's used to un-petrify people. Ivy surprisingly knew that.

Hermione's hand shot up from somewhere next to Davina.

"Yes, Miss Granger."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrakes cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

"Excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor." Ivy figured that maybe she should start speaking up in class if she wanted Slytherin to have a chance at winning. "Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet but they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I've given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory perfection. So, could you please put them on, right away?"

Ivy grabbed the fluffy grey earmuffs and put them on. Daphne lowly groaned from beside her, "But these don't even go with these hideous gardening robes. How am I meant to pair this hideous brown with this hideous yellow?"

Ivy found it amusing and Blaise gave the blonde a look, speaking over the Professor, "Yes, because that's what matters."

"Now, watch me closely," Sprout said as she demonstrated what to do. "You grasp your Mandrake firmly, you pull it sharply up out of the pot-" She pulled the Mandrake out and the very alive, foetus plant began crying out in a high-pitch which caused them to groan and wince and squeeze their earmuffs tighter. "And, now you dunk it into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm."

Neville groaned and passed out with a thud. Theo snorted with laughter.

"Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs."

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle snickered to themselves.

"No, ma'am," Seamus called out. "He's just fainted."

"Yes, well... Just leave him there," Sprout shrugged, carelessly. Ivy imagined that would be her if she was a teacher. "Right, on we go. Plenty of pots to go around."

They all reached out for their own pots.

"Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up!"

Ivy yanked up the Mandrake, along with everyone else, and the room was instantly filled with high-pitched squealing and crying that caused her to wince and hold it away from her sensitive ears and towards Blaise who was not amused.

"Oh, my god!"

"Ivy!"

Draco and Theo seemed to be having fun with the crying Mandrakes, tickling them.

"Ew, they're so ugly!" Daphne complained, pulling a face at hers.

Davina had been trying to gently get hers to stop crying.