In the garden of Harris Manor in Dorset, flowers were blooming brightly. Their fragrance was enchanting, and the garden was filled with vibrant purples and reds under the effect of magic. Owen? Harris was holding Emily's hand, and Helena was floating beside him. Owen brought Helena to caress the purple trumpets of the morning glories, sniff the blue cornflowers in full bloom, and pluck the red and white roses that were the national flowers of England …
"Your grandmother will like it. She has always liked roses. Be careful, don't get pricked by the thorns, "Owen said as he carefully plucked a fully bloomed rose.
Helena could touch these flowers, but she couldn't feel most of them. Only when she touched the thorny roses could she feel a little, but it was very faint, almost nonexistent.
Emily and Owen cautiously avoided the thorny areas, but Helena didn't feel anything at all. She focused on plucking the roses. The thorns pierced her palm, but they didn't seem to affect her at all.
"Hey, look what I found — nettles!" Owen found a patch of green plants with dense thorns and soft hairs that grew under a tree in the shade. "Emily, don't touch the nettles. The thorns will make you feel a burning sensation."
Helena didn't hesitate to reach out her hand to touch a nettles leaf. Owen and Emily looked at Helena with concern.
"Do you feel anything?" Emily asked, tilting her head.
"No," Helena said without changing her expression.
Emily looked at Helena and reached out her finger to a nettles leaf in front of her. She hesitantly touched the nettles leaf, and then quickly retracted her finger to feel it. "It doesn't seem to have any effect."
"Maybe it's because the leaves have fewer thorns. Helena, try touching its stem. Be careful not to use too much force." Owen pointed at the stem of the nettle. Unlike the leaves, the stem was covered with sharp thorns. He glanced at Emily's delicate palm and warned his younger daughter, "Emily, stop imitating Helena. Don't touch it."
Helena's fingers touched the stem of the nettle. Her fingers paused for a moment before she gently touched it again. After that, she pulled her hand back expressionlessly and became translucent again. "Grandfather, I feel a tingling sensation."
"You can feel it? That's not bad. Let's go smell the 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 walked far when an earth-shattering wail came from behind them.
The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise and saw Emily curling her hands and falling to the ground with her face up. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She opened her fingers as if she was holding something, but the more she moved her hand, the more unbearable the pain became. She wailed even louder, and the sound was like the alarm when the water was boiling, piercing the silence of the garden.
Emily cried bitterly. Her usual mysophobia had been thrown to the back of her mind. Her snot was about to flow into her open mouth, but she couldn't care less about wiping it off. She kicked the ground a few times and began to roll on the ground. She had completely lost her usual image of a little princess.
"I've already told you." Owen saw Emily's appearance and guessed that Emily must have ignored his warning, thinking that Helena was fine, and touched the stem of the nettle out of curiosity. Owen looked at his little daughter and couldn't hold back his laughter.
Helena returned to her ghost form and let her hand pass through her aunt Emily's injured right hand. She tried to make her aunt feel better by using the cold characteristic of a ghost to pass through a living person.
Emily heard her father's laughter and cried even harder. She kept kicking her feet as if she could relieve her pain and vent her anger.
"I told you, little fool. Get up." Owen couldn't control himself. He smiled and reached out to his daughter, wanting to pull her up. However, Emily, who was doted on and had never experienced such pain before, was completely immersed in the burning pain caused by the nettle toxin. She didn't notice her father's actions at all.
"Why are you boiling water in the garden?" Morgan Floyd's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen. "What's wrong with Emily?"
Owen's laughter stopped abruptly 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 Floyd had prepared a table full of delicious food. However, everyone could enjoy the delicious food, except for his father, Owen's plate, which was full of vegetables such as cabbage and chickpeas.
Owen used his fork to poke the chickpeas on his plate, turning them into bean paste. He looked pitifully at his wife, who was enjoying one of Bremen's most famous local specialties, cabbage and smoked sausages. Morgan Floyd turned a blind eye and seemed to enjoy the food even more.
Helena's taste buds could clearly feel the stimulation of the North German dish. Her movements seemed to be much more skillful than before.
Emily's right hand, which she usually used, was tied under the tablecloth because of the stinging pain from the nettles. She could only awkwardly fork a piece of butter cake made by her mother to comfort her with her other hand and put it into her mouth.
A few beautiful brown owls flew through the window to the dining table. The arrival of the owls eased the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted, "Children, your book list is here."
As soon as Emily raised her uninjured hand, Albert had already wiped his mouth with a napkin and reached out to help his injured sister open the letter tied to the owl's leg. In fact, the pain was cured by his mother, Morgan Floyd.
A crisp sound attracted everyone's attention. A glittering badge fell on the dining table. "The badge of the president of the Boy's Union? Congratulations. " Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. When she was a student in Hogwarts, she also wanted to get the badge.
"This is inconsistent with the tradition of Hogwarts. Only a seventh-grade student can be the president of the Boy's Union. Allen is only a sixth-grade student. Is there any special reason for Dumbledore to arrange this in advance?" Lunn's eyes followed the badge. He also held the same position in Hogwarts.
Allen shrugged. "Either he's trying to be friendly, or he's trying to use his position as the principal to assign tasks to the president of the Boy's Union. But I don't think he's going to use such a useless method. "
"In any case, Allen is already a professor in Hogwarts. But to be able to recruit the prefect and president of the Boy's Union while he was still a student is a very fulfilling thing." Owen nodded in satisfaction and stuffed the chickpea on his fork into his mouth. Then, he frowned again. "Alan got the badge of the student council president when he was in sixth grade. Morgan Feley, shouldn't we celebrate this? For example, give some meat to the president's father. "
"I'll choose the right clothes to match Allen's badge." Morgan Floyd picked up Allen's badge and wiped it with her fingers, ignoring her husband's request.
After dinner, the Weasley family's owl, Errol, flew into Harris Manor and found Allen. This is Arthur? It was a letter from Mr. Weasley. He wanted to know when Allen would be free to go with them to the "Weasley's Magic Theater" that Allen had invested in.
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