Harry Potter Greenhouses Novels & Stories

Naturally, I opened it. The scent hit me first—moist earth, green things. I stepped inside and blinked. It was a greenhouse. Hidden and alive. Plants of every kind. Vines creeping up the walls. Tall stalks of bamboo rustling even without wind. Orchids. Citrus trees in miniature. Somewhere in the middle, a glass table with two chairs. Untouched. Like someone had meant to come back and never did. “Huh,” I whispered, brushing a hand over a bloom that looked almost too perfect to be real. “Didn’t think Luca Moretti had a thing for flowers.”

The hidden sections of the conservatory revealed themselves to Iris like secrets whispered in a lover's ear—slowly, tantalizingly, with the promise of revelations that would forever change her understanding of what was possible in the space between science and magic. Following the ethereal guidance of the botanical voices that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat, Iris discovered that Eleanor's greenhouse extended far beyond what was visible from the main entrance. Behind panels of frosted glass that appeared purely decorative lay chambers devoted to specimens that defied not just botanical classification but the very laws of nature itself.

the room had a Green evasion of Light Eminating in the room giving it a bright color. and guess what.. the light was coming out from her Magical pots and Staff. "Wow!". Louis mumbled as he walk further in, in admiration. his heart was beating loudly on his chest as he scan the room. The Magical Pots filled with Green lights. Cupboards filled with different colorful liquids in small glass. Magical Tools,, Herbs and Portions...images of gods and goddesses,, symbols of Elements,, Zodiac signs and last but not the least... protective charms... "What's all these". Louis mumbled out as he feed his eyes with each and every one of the creepy stuffs his eyes met.

Lilian's face twisted in that moment, and she hissed to herself, "Since I can't have him, don't think you can get away with your hands clean!" She touched the forbidden bottle in her pocket that she had bought at a high price on the black market, madness and determination in her eyes. Soon, the joint conference had reached its climax. The waiters carried exquisite crystal pitchers and poured the guests Blessed Water that symbolized the Moon Goddess's blessing. I was standing in a corner holding a glass of juice when the tip of my nose suddenly twitched. Something was wrong. Mixed into the clean scent of the spring water in the air was a corroding sweetness that tasted like rotten sweet almon

"She headed first. She said she had some errands to run." Kou sighs and said, "I'll go first as well. I wouldn't want to be a third wheel." Kou leaves as well leaving only Henry and I alone. Henry carries my bag once again as we went towards the milk tea shop. Henry said, "We might be there early if we go directly to the milk tea shop so would you want to stop by somewhere else first?" I nodded with a smile. Henry brought me to a secret garden we passed by the school. The flowers were in full bloom despite summer coming near. Spring did its justice with the beautiful scenery here.

Round, made of stone, and full of fish and water-lilies, it shot a fountain of water nearly thirty feet into the air. It was cooler there. George didn’t much like the heat. He was a small but very fat man, with a round belly and short, stocky legs. He could only imagine what the heat must be like inside the hot-houses. George didn’t know a cool-house from an intermediary house. In fact, George could hardly tell an orchid from a cyclamen. His small, round eyes watched the royal party moving leisurely from one huge greenhouse to another. In the lead was Bevis McCormick, the Scottish hick Brian had hired just after he’d persuaded his ‘best pal’ George to put up the money for the company.

Louisa's POV It was a gigantic maze-like garden, just like the one that Harry Potter needed to go through to get the Goblet of Fire. On the other side of the maze, I could see a golf course, a tennis court, a giant swimming pool, and several swans cruising on a lake. I looked up and saw the mansion behind me. It wasn't a mansion. Technically speaking, it was a museum-like castle. I knew Lucas Sigler coming from a well-off family, but I hadn't thought that he was this kind of filthy one percent rich.

Violet liked to explore and during her time in school before, she had wandered enough to know that all sorts of herbs, plants, and vines were grown in the greenhouse for both teaching and harvesting. The school's green house was wide, located right behind the school. It was overlooked by the head of Medical Sciences department, Professor Lisa Garcia. Although she was very strict, she didn't come to school before the school hours. It was the perfect moment for Violet to act on her plan without worrying about the danger of her finding out because Professor Garcia never showed any mercy when it came to stealing! And to say, Violet was about to steal the herb that was very dangerous. It could le

“The next thing we have to discuss is where have we got the Fear Mongers cornered? I know we have some in the attic and basement of the main house and in the crypt there’s a room we’ve locked them in. Hugo, did you and Angelica find any?” “No, the buildings were far too small or made with too many windows. It took forever to place all the sigils for the greenhouse. Also, we should take an inventory of what still grows in it, and get it repaired and running again to grow the herbs and plants Evan and Gemma will need for their rituals.”

Nara would have a fit if she knew, but the genuine grin Millan sends Weston’s way is worth every trouble. ***** The greenhouse is magical. There’s no other word for it. It’s enormous, made of glass, letting the light filter through every corner. There’s a section with flowers Millan passes through without a second glance. But the back is all vegetables and plants growing on every surface and ponds with water lilies, toads and colorful fishes. It’s wonderful. Weston is holding the hand not trapped in his sling while Millan makes appreciative sounds, mind momentarily distracted from the image of his father alive and restrained in some kind of cell.