Harry Potter: Herbology Book Novels & Stories

Toya lifted her brow and Wendy bit her lip. “I know you are saying something when you point at the rock in your hand here. Aim. But I don’t think either of us gets it.” Toya tilted her head in confusion, looking at my hands and I nearly smacked myself. “This is my Book of Shadows. It holds the spells of my family. I’m going over the ingredients and there are some random herbs we are missing and we should be able to find them at a regular store. Thyme, rosemary, stuff like that.”

Ugh, don’t think about that. I glanced down at the spell book and sighed. The next step called for me to chew the herbs myself. Something about the spit carrying magic and activating the herbs healing properties. Pushing a few pinches of fresh herbs between my lips I began to chew. I cringed at the bitterness from the milk thistle and wormwood. Edward grinned when I spat the chewed herbs into a bowl. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Then you should probably get your eyes checked.” I deadpanned. After mixing the chewed herbs with the other ingredients, I stirred them until they formed a thick paste.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

So far, I hadn’t found much. “Hmm,” Griffin replied, leaning close to look at the book in front of me. I could feel him press closer against my shoulder in his attempt to see what I was referring to. I gently scooted my chair a little further away as I moved the book closer to him, giving us enough space to comfortably look at the book together. “I’m not sure,” he replied as he scooted his chair closer to mine, bumping my shoulder with his once again, to peer down at the page. It was an old herbology book that listed rare and unusual plants that could be found on the continent and their various uses.

He’d made that very clear when he left me drunk in bed, refusing my advances like it was the easiest thing in the world. Face still burning, I extracted my foot from his lap as casually as I could manage, muttering something about needing a different reference text. I slipped away behind the nearest shelf and exhaled. The herbal medicine section was three rows over, blissfully quiet. I took my time perusing the shelves, not really looking for anything in particular. Halfway down the aisle, something caught my eye. A textbook on herbal remedies, titled: Herbal Remedies of the Old World.

Chu Xun shook his head and said, "It's not about the map. I want you to help me find some herbs." "I thought it was a big deal. No problem." Old Harry agreed immediately. It was very easy for the mercenary guild to find some herbs. Chu Xun asked old Harry to find a piece of paper and a pen for him. He wrote down all the herbs that he needed and drew some simple illustrative sketches. Old Harry took the piece of paper and ran his eyes over it. He was dumbfounded. "Is there any problem?" Chu Xun asked. Old Harry smiled wryly. "I've never heard of these herbs, except for the Fiery Green Lotus. Maybe I'm just poorly informed."

Chocolate runs over to her and she pets him. "Come sit," she says and I take the plant over to her. I cautiously sit down in front of her and cross my legs. "There is a place in Chicago that sells spell books, relics, and ingredients for potions. I went there yesterday when you were at school." "Okay, so what's with giving me the dead plant?" "Oh I want you to bring that back to life," she says nonchalantly and Chocolate springs up from her lap and runs away.

A U T H O R Bernadette let out a weary sigh as she dropped her bag onto the forest floor, the worn leather hitting the ground with a soft thud. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she unveiled her hidden stash of ingredients—bundles of dried herbs, vials of shimmering liquids, and strange roots wrapped in cloth—placing them carefully beside the large iron pot where water bubbled violently, sending up plumes of steam. Nearby, Severus unceremoniously dumped another stack of ancient spellbooks onto the wooden table, the impact echoing through the hollow silence of the abandoned library.

She could not believe that Hendrick was able to do something about this matter, too. She quietly went to sit on the chair close to the fireplace. She saw him rushing to the cabinet where the many various types of herbs were stored in their own compartments. When she looked at the plants that were contained in the vials that he took out, she could not believe her eyes. 'How come those flowers did not wither away?' She thought while looking at Hendrick's movements patiently. He put them down on the table, and then he reached up to the bookcase and took another book down. He then began chanting some sort of spells while placing the new book on the table next to the older book.