Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Greenhouses

“Don’t worry about it, Rhett. They’re just plants. What is happening at the school?” “Pest extermination ala alchemy,” Harry smirked.

Demeter said with a sniff. My gaze locked with Griff’s, who straightened. “Where’s this patio?” he asked. Demeter bustled across the room and opened a set of curtains that overlooked what was once a manicured garden but was now becoming overgrown. It stretched at least five-hundred feet with a wall around its perimeter, but even that was covered in vines. To the left of the house stood a two-story-tall glass dome which contained rows upon rows of trees and fruit bushes. She opened the patio door and pointed at a wheelbarrow and tools at the entrance of the massive greenhouse. “Move the paving stones out of the way and dig. Stop when you reach the font of magic.”

This was the perfect chance! I walked to the Center, quietly chanting a spell while my fingers intertwined and at the last second, I clapped my palms together and a loud explosion rocked the room from all sides. Red smokes spread about, smokes that contained poison enough to bring down any witch, werewolf or vampire. They started coughing, dropping to the ground like flies. “Green!” Henry yelled as he shielded the red haired lady from me. “You scumbag!” He barked with his eyes morphing into reddish black.

she smiled apologetically. "Oh, that? Forget it. It happens every time you know. A bartender, a shipper," he said while laughing. "Oh, that bad?" she laugh at the thought. They had a fun conversation without realizing they already reached the place. It is so amazing looking at those same sizes and shapes nipa huts with hanging flowering plants all over them. Dahlias and roses are everywhere. There's a well-designed deep well in the middle of the place. There are tree houses too designed as miniature castles with a hanging bridge connecting from each treehouse and of course with hanging flowering plants makes it looks like paradise. The ground has lawn grasses full of petals from the hanging

Smooth, white bark with white leaves, bearing strange little black fruits and flowers. A sweet smell was wafting in around the place, a mild flowery scent with something earthy like cinnamon. Thumps from a working wooden mechanism broke the silence, growing louder and quieter at an irregular rhythm. Strung above were skulls, arranged to look like some sort of lamps, coupled with distinct metal plague doctor masks. Everything that Kat had sensed so far was scaring her to death, but what made her nearly pee was the realization that hit her. The strange greenhouse she'd broken into when she and Calix were opening a gate to the Underworld. The one that had a long-haired woman calling to her and

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

I pushed the heavy, broken doors open, breaking inside the humid glass dome with Elara trailing nervously behind me like a frightened shadow. The moment we stepped into the center gravel aisle, we were both completely mesmerized. The greenhouse wasn't just a simple, pretty garden to pass the time; it was a highly sophisticated, hidden biological laboratory. It was filled with rows of rare, exotic toxic plants, complex glass distillation vials, and specialized, climate-controlled soil beds. I hurried over to the main wooden potting desk. I began violently tossing aside dried roots, bronze shears, and empty vials until my freezing fingers hit something solid—a heavy, locked leather binder meti

Leo asked, scanning our surroundings with the vigilance of a predator protecting his territory. The key fit perfectly into a nearly invisible keyhole. When I turned it, the door swung open silently, revealing a hidden greenhouse I never knew existed. Unlike the manicured perfection of the main garden, this space was wild, almost jungle-like in its lushness. Vines crawled across glass walls that were nearly opaque with greenery. Strange flowers I'd never seen before bloomed in impossible colors—blues that shifted to purple when I moved, whites that sparkled like captured starlight.

I simply followed. He stopped before a door at the end of a long corridor, a door I had never noticed before. It was wooden, dark, carved with runes that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Maddox pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it. The air inside was warm and fragrant, thick with the scent of incense and earth. I stepped through the doorway and found myself in a greenhouse, a glass dome overhead revealing the starry sky. Plants grew in every corner, flowers I did not recognize, vines that climbed the walls, trees that had been trained to grow in spirals.

But, as I round the front of the castle, set on entering through the back, more intimate entrance, I spot a building I’ve never seen before during my infrequent visits that span my entire memorable life as Roman’s best friend. I haven’t been here for years. Nothing has changed–not the village. Not the villagers who spend the majority of time in their wolf forms. Not the gray hue to every person, place, and object as far as the eye can see. Nothing but the patina green of rusted copper catching in the glare of the rain. A greenhouse rests in the fog several years away, tucked in a thicket of overgrown trees. The glass is covered in condensation, but the garden around it is severely overgrown