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Chapter 1 : The Sacking of Pomona Sprout!
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Pomona Sprout was happy with her job as Herbology professor. She walked through the doors of Greenhouse one to find her group of Gryffindor/Slytherin first-years in total chaos. The Popplepoid beans that they were picking from a large log were being thrown across the room. A few were punctured and drenching everything within their reach in green syrup-like goop. Professor Sprout stood aghast. This was what she got for stepping outside for a moment to attend to some wilting Cassleberries. In all of her thirty-one years of teaching, nothing like this had happened before. Well, there had been some nasty disputes between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but nothing to this level of destruction.
The stout woman called for order and the pandemonium ceased immediately. One last Popplepoid bean exploded and covered little Amelia Applegot in gunk. Great, purple, boils immediately irrupted all over the areas that had been hit. Amelia began to cry. Professor Sprout took the girl’s hand and made to take her to the Hospital Wing, but stopped dead in her tracks. She thought it unwise to leave the class alone again.
“Plenter! Take Applegot to the Hospital Wing quickly. Now! Move along.” She rushed the duo out of the greenhouse and towards the castle. She hoped that Amelia would be all right.
“You wanted to see me, Headmistress?” Professor Sprout asked, stepping into Professor McGonagall’s large office. She was unsure of why she had been called up.
“Sit down, Pomona.” Professor Sprout did as she was told, taking the seat opposite Professor McGonagall. “Yes. I called you today because I would like to discuss with you the incident that occurred last week.” Professor McGonagall looked at the confused Herbology Professor over the rims of her spectacles.
“Oh! You mean the Popplepoid thing! But, I thought we had that cleared up.”
“Yes, but that’s not the point. The point is that you let something like that happen in your class. As much as it pains me to say this but,” Professor McGonagall said indeed looking grave, “we cannot allow something like this to happen again in our school.”
“What? Are you sacking me?” Professor McGonagall nodded solemnly, “But… but--” Professor Sprout made several attempts to explain what had happened but could not. Things like this happened in potions all the time!
“Please pack your belongings.”
Whereas Professor Sprout was fired and Professor Neville Longbottom was hired!
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