Novelas y relatos de Harry Potter: Herbology Book

By midday, my head was heavy from memorizing family trees that stretched back five generations, but I did not complain. Even though it was exhausting, I was enjoying the process somehow. At least, no boring days anymore till I'm done with the lessons. If Kaius wanted me busy, then I would be busy properly. The only time I truly felt awake was during herbology study. It was my favorite. The herb master was an older woman with sharp eyes and stained fingers. The moment she placed bundles of plants in front of me, something inside me settled. “This,” she said one afternoon, placing a dark green sprig in my hand, “is night balm and it is good for burns.”

“See… I have good ideas too.” Ivy smiled and elbowed him. ⸻ The library was silent in that thick, sacred way only old libraries could be. Dust floated in shafts of evening sunlight. Rows upon rows of books towered around them, heavy with secrets. Kyle picked up a dusty tome titled “Herbal Remedies and the Curse of the Alder Witches” and flipped it open. “I think this one just tells you how to make soup that kills people slowly,” he muttered. “Useful for finals week,” Ivy said, scanning her own book.

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

The door opened. Alex stepped in. He was holding something behind his back, and for the first time in days, his expression carried something close to softness. “You’re awake,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep.” He stepped closer and revealed it. A book. Old leather binding. Faded gold lettering. The Complete Compendium of Rare Herbs and Their Lost Properties. My breath caught before I could stop it. I had been searching for this for two years. Every archive. Every merchant. Every rumor.

Something that did not involve power, or demons, or expectations I did not understand. Carefully, I opened the book. The pages were aged, their edges softened with time, the ink slightly faded but still clear enough to read. The scent of it was faint but comforting, something old and steady, untouched by everything that had changed around me. My eyes moved across the words slowly at first, taking in the details of herbs I had never seen before, their properties described in careful, deliberate writing. There were notes on elixirs, on how different combinations could heal, soothe, strengthen, or restore.

I have to walk halfway down the row before I finally enter the plants and animals sections. The first couple of books are on forest plants. Then, I spot a book whose title is 'Herbs'. A short title, but it perfectly suits the book. I flip through the pages to find page after page covered in writing without a single picture in sight. Wanting to cover all of my bases, I search for a book that has pictures of the herbs. Not even five books away, is a book titled 'Herbs Catalog'. Each page of this book discusses a different herb and contains a large image if what it looks like.

The script was old-fashioned and flowery, and some of the words were spelled differently than she was used to. She began to read, her eyes scanning the page. The book was about herbs and their uses in magic, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as she read on. She had always been fascinated by plants and their healing properties, and the idea of using them in magic was something she had never considered before. As she turned the pages, she saw illustrations of different herbs and flowers, each with their own magical properties. Some were said to cure ailments, while others could be used to protect against evil spirits or to attract love and wealth.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard