Chapter 722 Nettles
In the garden of Harris Manor in Dorset, the flowers are blooming and fragrant, and the colorful flowers in the garden bloom lushly and warmly under the influence of magic. Owen Harris held Emily's hand, and Helena floated beside him. Owen took Helena to caress the small purple trumpet blown by the morning glory; sniff the blue cornflowers in full bloom ;Plucking large bouquets of gorgeous red and white roses, the national flower of England...
"Your grandmother will like it, she has always liked roses. Be careful not to get pricked by thorns." Owen said, carefully picking off a fully bloomed rose.
For Helena, she can touch these flowers, but most of them have no feeling. Only when touching the thorny roses can she feel a little bit of touch, but it is very slight, almost nothing.
Emily, like Owen, carefully avoided those thorny places, but Helena didn't feel it. She concentrated on picking roses, and those thorns pierced her palm, but they seemed to be indifferent to her. what impact.
"Hey, look what I found - nettle!" Owen found a green plant with dense bristles and puberulent hairs growing under a shady tree, with a nearly round outline, "Emily, don't If you touch a nettle, the sting will burn you."
Helena reached out her hand without hesitation and touched a nettle leaf. Owen and Emily looked at Helena with concern.
"Do you feel it?" Emily asked with her head tilted.
"No." Helena said without changing her expression.
Emily looked at Helena's appearance, stretched out her finger to a nettle leaf in front of her, touched the nettle leaf lightly with hesitation, then quickly retracted her finger, felt it and said : "It seems to have no effect."
"Maybe it's because the leaves have few thorns. Helena, try touching its stem, and be careful not to use too much force." Owen pointed to the stalk of the nettle. Unlike the leaves, the stalk is densely covered with sharp thorns. He saw Glancing at Emily's tender palm, she warned her little daughter, "Emily, stop imitating Helena, don't touch it."
Helena's fingers touched the stalks of the nettles, she paused, stroked them lightly again, then retracted her hands expressionlessly, and it became translucent again: "Grandfather, I feel the sting feel."
"Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's smell other flowers. Maybe the lilies can give you some fragrance." Owen turned around first, and Helena floated behind him.
The two of them hadn't gone far when suddenly there was an earth-shattering howling sound behind them.
The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in amazement, and found Emily lying face up on the ground with her hands curled up, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. She spread her fingers as if to hold something empty, but when she moved her hand like this, the pain became more and more unbearable, and she cried even harder. quiet.
Emily was crying bitterly. She had forgotten all her cleanliness in the past. The snot almost flowed into her open mouth, but she didn't care about wiping. She kicked her feet on the ground a few times and began to roll on the ground. With that, she completely lost her usual little princess-like image.
"I told you." Seeing Emily's appearance, Owen guessed that Emily must have ignored his own warning, thinking that Helena was fine, and touched the stem of the nettle curiously. Looking at such a little daughter, Owen couldn't restrain his laughter.
Helena let herself return to the ghost state, let her hand pass through her aunt Emily's injured right hand, trying to make the ghost feel better when it passes through the living person.
And Emily cried even more sadly when she heard her father's laughter. She kept kicking her feet, as if this could relieve her pain and vent her anger.
"I told you, little fool, get up quickly." Owen couldn't control himself, and stretched out his hand to his daughter with a smile, wanting to pull her up, but the much-loved Ai who had never experienced such pain Mi Li was completely immersed in the burning pain caused by nettle poison,
He didn't notice the actions of his gloating father at all.
"Why are you heating hot water in the garden?" Morgan Fellery's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen, "What's wrong with Emily?"
Owen seemed to be strangled by someone, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
That night, when Allen came back from the Umbrella Golem Research Institute for dinner, he was not surprised to find that Morgan Fellery had prepared a table of sumptuous food, but everyone could enjoy the food, only his father Owen's The plate is full of vegan dishes like kale and chickpeas.
Owen poked the chickpeas on his plate with a fork and turned them into refried beans, watching his family wretchedly as they ate one of Bremen's most famous regional specialties, kale with smoked sausage. His wife, Morgan Fellery, turned a blind eye, but seemed to eat more deliciously.
And Helena's sense of taste can obviously feel the stimulation brought by this North German heavy sweet dish, and her movements are much more skilled than before.
Emily's normally used right hand was placed under the tablecloth because she had touched the stem of the nettle before, and the sting of the nettle prevented her from moving it. She could only use the other hand to fork it awkwardly She took a piece of the butter cake her mother made to comfort her, and put it in her mouth.
Several beautiful brown owls flew through the window to the dining table. The presence of the owls eased the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted: "Children, your book list is here."
Just as Emily raised her intact hand, Albert beside her wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then stretched out his hand to help the injured little sister unwrap the letter tied to the owl's leg— —Although in fact, this pain was cured by his mother Morgan Felley.
A jingling sound attracted everyone's attention, and a shiny badge fell on the dining table, "Boy Student Council President Badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. She was at Hogwarts I really wanted to get this badge when I was studying.
"This is inconsistent with Hogwarts' traditional practice. Only students in the seventh grade can serve as the president of the student union, and Aaron is only in the sixth grade. Does Dumbledore have any special purpose for making such arrangements in advance?" Lun's eyes followed the badge. That said, he also held this position at Hogwarts back then.
Allen shrugged: "Either it's a show of favor, or it's an attempt to use the principal's status to assign tasks to the student council chairman to tell me what to do? But I don't think he will use such a useless method that is doomed to failure."
"In any case, Allen is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it is a very fulfilling thing to be able to include both the prefect and the student council president when you are a student." Owen nodded with satisfaction and held his fork The chickpeas served stuffed into his mouth, and then he frowned again, "Alan got the badge of the student council chairman in the sixth grade, Morgan Fellery, shouldn't we celebrate? For example, give the student council chairman his father Meat?"
"I will choose the right clothes to match Alan's badge." Morgan Fellery twisted up Alan's badge and wiped it with his fingers, ignoring her husband's request.
After the meal, Errol, the owl of the Weasley family, flew into Harris Manor and found Ellen. This is a letter written by Mr. Arthur Weasley. He wants to know when Alan has time to go with them to the "Weasley's Magic Wheezes" invested by Alan.