Chapter 722 Nettles

( ) In the garden of Harris Manor in Dorset County, the flowers are dazzling and fragrant. The colorful flowers blooming lushly and enthusiastically under the influence of magic. Owen Harris held Emily's hand, and Helena floated beside him. Owen took Helena to caress the little purple trumpet blown by the morning glories; smell the blue cornflowers that were blooming happily; Picking handfuls of gorgeous red and white roses, the British national flower...

"Your grandmother will like it. She always liked roses. Be careful not to get pricked by the thorns." Owen said, carefully picking a rose that had fully bloomed.

For Helena, she could touch these flowers, but most of them had no feeling. Only when she touched the thorny roses, she could feel a little touch, but it was very slight, almost nothing.

Emily, like Owen, carefully avoided those places with thorns, but Helena felt nothing about it. She concentrated on picking the roses, and the thorns pierced her palms, but they seemed unable to do anything to her. What impact does it have.

"Hey, look what nettles I found!" Owen found a green plant with dense stinging hairs and slightly puberulent hair, and a nearly round outline growing under a shady tree. "Emily, don't touch it. Nettles, the stings on them will cause you a burning sensation.”

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 tilted her head and asked.

"No." Helena said without changing her expression.

Emily looked at Helena, stretched out her finger to a nettle leaf in front of her, hesitantly touched the nettle leaf, then quickly retracted her finger, felt it and said : "It seems to have no effect."

"Maybe it's because the leaves have fewer thorns. Helena, please touch its stem, be careful not to use too much force." Owen pointed at the stem of the nettle. Unlike the leaves, the stem was densely covered with sharp thorns. He saw Taking a look at Emily's delicate palm, she warned her little daughter, "Emily, please stop imitating Helena and don't touch it."

Helena's fingers touched the stem of the nettle. Her fingers paused and stroked lightly. Then she retracted her hand expressionlessly and turned it into a translucent state: "Grandpa, I feel the sting." feel."

"Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's smell other flowers. Maybe the lilies can let you smell some fragrance." Owen turned around first, with Helena floating behind him.

The two of them hadn't gone far when suddenly there was an earth-shattering cry from behind.

The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise and found Emily lying on the ground with her hands curled up, with tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. Her fingers were spread open, as if she were holding something, but when she moved her hand like this, the pain became more and more unbearable. She cried even harder, and the sound cut through the garden like an alarm when hot water is boiling when making tea. Quiet.

Emily cried bitterly, her past obsessiveness was forgotten by her, and the snot almost flowed into her open mouth, but she didn't bother to wipe it at all, kicked her feet on the ground a few times, and began to roll on the ground. She was standing there, completely losing her usual little princess-like image.

"I told you." When Owen saw Emily's look, he guessed that Emily must have ignored his warning and thought Helena was fine, so he curiously touched the stem of the nettle. Owen looked at his little daughter like this and couldn't suppress his laughter.

Helena allowed herself to return to the ghost state and kept passing her hand through her aunt Emily's injured right hand, trying to make the ghost feel cold when passing through a living person to make the other person feel better.

When Emily heard her father's laughter, she cried even more sadly. 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 simply couldn't control himself. He smiled and stretched out his hand to his daughter, trying to pull her up, but Ai, who was so loved and had never experienced such pain, Millie was so immersed in the burning sensation caused by nettle poison that she didn't even notice the actions of her gloating father.

"Why are you heating water in the garden?" Morgan Felley's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen, "What's wrong with Emily?"

Owen's laughter suddenly stopped as if someone had grabbed his throat.

That night, when Allen came back from the Umbrella Golem Research Institute for dinner, he was not surprised to find that Morgan Felley had prepared a table of sumptuous food. However, everyone could enjoy the food, except for his father Owen's The plates are all about vegan options like kale and chickpeas.

Owen poked the chickpeas on his plate with his fork and turned them into mashed beans. He looked pitifully at his family, who was enjoying one of Bremen's most famous local specialties: kale and smoked sausage. The wife, Morgan Felley, turned a blind eye and seemed to enjoy the meal even more.

And Helena's palate can obviously feel the stimulation brought by this North German heavy sweet dish, and her movements are much more skillful than before.

Emily's usually dominant right hand touched the stem of a nettle. The sting of the nettle made her dare not move and tied it under the tablecloth, so she could only use her other hand to cross it awkwardly. She picked up a piece of butter cake that her mother had made to comfort her and put it in her mouth.

Several beautiful brown owls flew through the window to the dining table. The arrival of the owls relieved the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted: "Children, your reading list is here."

As soon as Emily raised her intact hand, Albert beside her had already wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then reached out to help the injured little sister unpack the letter tied to the owl's leg. Although in reality This pain was cured by my mother, Morgan Felley.

A tinkling sound attracted everyone's attention, and a sparkling badge fell on the dining table, "Head Boy Badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. She had been in Hogwarts. I really wanted to get this badge when I was studying.

"This is inconsistent with the historical practice of Hogwarts. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Only seventh-year students can serve as the student union president. Allen is only in sixth grade. Does Dumbledore have any special purpose for making such advance arrangements?" Lunn's gaze With that badge spinning, he also held this position at Hogwarts.

Allen shrugged: "Either to show his kindness, or to try to use his status as principal to give me instructions on how to assign tasks to the president of the student union? But I think he will not use such a useless method that is destined to fail."

"Anyway, Alan is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it is a very fulfilling thing to have the prefect and student union president as a student." Owen nodded with satisfaction and put his fork in his hand. He stuffed the chickpeas into his mouth, and then frowned, "Alan got the student body president badge in the sixth grade. Morgan Felley, shouldn't we celebrate it? For example, give some to the student body president and his father." Meat?"

"I will choose the right clothes to match Allen's badge." Morgan Felay twisted Allen's badge and wiped it with her fingers, ignoring her husband's request.

After the meal, the Weasley family's owl Errol flew into Harris Manor and found Alan. 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 Wizard Wheezes" that Alan invested in.