Harry Potter Greenhouses Novels & Stories

And how much I try to see what’s inside of it, all I can see is darkness. Ah. It was dark and the only thing that could be seen was the dark green in the roof. I think it was trees that’s too big that they almost came out. The leaves were scattered outside of the window located at the roof. There are also plants hanging on the sides of the premises. As far as I know… It is one of the areas that Gavin mentioned. That’s right. I didn’t notice. One of the forbidden areas was not too far from here. The green house.

It didn’t look like the interior of a ruined castle but rather a green house where vegetation grew lush; the only thing that mattered was that the vegetation grown here had nothing to do with food, medicine or even ornamental flowers, they were pure evil with only one intent, destruction of the minds of its consumer. Chris raised his body above the ground using body lightness skill and took an aerial picture of the entire area. He threw out a handful of time bombs that were space controlled in their destruction impact, making sure they covered the entire perimeter of this greenhouse were neurotoxins were cultivated, before heading out with his men. “You will live to tell your boss that he ha

It will also save me some magic stones. When I entered the greenhouse I saw Healer Jan looking around. "Good morning." I greeted him. "Did you think of this?" He asked and I nodded. "Can I have a copy of the blueprint?" He asked. "Isn't the Institute's Herb Garden a greenhouse?" I asked curiously, after all, the reason why I thought there's already a greenhouse here was because of the herb garden in the institute. "Green house?" He asked back. "This place is called a greenhouse. A house that houses greenery." I replied.

Chapter 137: Granted passage *** Amber’s POV “And here is the elementary school,” Colin exclaims with a theatrical flourish, prompting musical laughter from Hope, “Here is where the magic happens! Literally!” The corridors have a garden theme. Quotes about gardening adorn the halls. Live plants thrive in pots along the corridors.And in the middle of the foyer is a small enclosed greenhouse. The sides are wrought iron and glass, but for some reason there is no fog to prevent viewing. I’m pretty sure that magic is used to keep the glass transparent for visitors.

" Naia shrugged, but Abella nodded. "Yes, actually. The forest inside the greenhouse is an extension of the house. The plants being grown in there are there for a reason. Think of it like a little herb garden, but with spell components. A wizard would kill for access to it- I imagine that there are things in there that might even be extinct in the wild." "Wait, wizards? Those are real too?" Mike looked to Naia, who just rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Glass stained red and hues of green staring back at Clay in the form of a delicate rose. "Oh just head on in, I'll be back in a minute with the gift for your father." Clay opened his mouth to question the man, but as he turned, James was already gone. Empty air grasping at where the chairman's presence was just welcomed. The door pulled open with a startlingly loud creak, and Clay's body grew stiff in the doorway. With fingers still pressed firmly around the handle, the brunette cast his gaze over the room filled to the brim with flourishing green leaves and sparks of color. Everywhere he looked- even in the dark shadows of the area-life brimmed in the tall fortress of plants held alive with

She wasn’t asking questions anymore, she simply watched, heart fluttering with a strange, beautiful anticipation. After a few more turns, the path opened up into a clearing. Aurora’s lips parted in awe. Before them stood a stunning glass greenhouse, tucked away like a hidden gem in the heart of nature. Surrounded by trees and nestled beside a still, moonlit lake, the greenhouse shimmered under a blanket of tiny fairy lights that draped across its arched roof and glittered like stars coming down to earth. Inside, she could already see flickers of candles casting a soft, golden hue.

She pronounced it with invisible air quotes. Maya looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to make a cult joke, but the mood was too strange for it to land. Instead, she just shrugged, and said, “Lead the way, boss.” The greenhouse was set halfway down the bluff, a long hike over switchback paths that cut through groves of rosemary and succulents. From a distance, it looked like a crystal coffin, four walls of ribbed glass that caught the last bits of sun and threw them into rainbows. Tonight, though, the whole structure was pitch black. No lanterns in the walk, no ambient light inside. Even the small path lights that lined the stairs were off.

Since that's exactly what I did. Not that he minded it. I could hear him chuckling behind me. The inside of the greenhouse was a bit smaller than I thought. It wasn't as lavish as some places inside the palace. In one corner there was a lone incinerator. In the middle there were three long tables adjacent to one another. Two of the tables had three rectangle cast irons each above it. Each cast iron had a pot beside it. Walking near one of the tables with the cast irons I see some herbs and various plants that I recall seeing in one of the books I've read.

My heart sinks into my stomach. My brain spirals. This wickedness cannot be happening to me. Westville greenhouse, popularly known in the entire school as the 'Green Den', is a horror of climbing weeds and twisting thorns. It is as old as the school itself, with a landmass spanning over three acres of land. Weeding it and taking care of it alone will take a huge toil on me. It will drain me. It will literally drive me mad. The school labourers don't work there often, so Principal Salazar believes it is the perfect punishment for the erratic girl who had the guts to fight and inflict injuries on her fellow students.