Romans & histoires Harry Potter: Herbology Book

Empty. Good. No whispers. Just rows of books that smelled faintly of dust and old leather. I drifted between shelves, trailing my fingers along worn spines. “Herbs of the Southern Marsh,” “Defense Spells of the Fifth Era,” “Principles of Alchemy.” My guards hovered like anxious statues. And then— I stopped. My hand froze on a spine I hadn’t seen in years. The leather was scuffed, the gold lettering half-burnt, but my heart recognized it before my mind did.

“You need to heal completely. After you've stopped feeling guilty, getting back your healing abilities is the next thing to do.” I step closer to her and take the old and dusty book in her hand. I read the inscription and it is “My Herbs Book.” It is a book where she wrote all the herbs formulation and it looks like she has just gone back to retrieve it from where she had abandoned it for years.

he said reaching for my shoulder. Nelly's POV My eyes moved from one book to another as my fingers gently touched each one, reading the titles in a low whisper. "Herbal healing, beginner's spells, dark potions, love potion spells..." I sighed, rolling my eyes backwords. "Damn. This is going to take us a whole lifetime."

There was a large table in the center of the room, with a cloth spread out and several jars of different liquids arranged neatly. Derek moved towards the table and saw an open book placed on it. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and descriptions of different plants and their properties. The ink on the pages had begun to fade, and some pages were torn at the edges. Derek picked up the book and flipped through it, trying to find something that could be of use to him. As he read through the book, he noticed the apothecary had made notes in the margins, detailing the combinations of herbs and roots he used to create different potions. Some of the ingredients listed were rare and hard

And all of them let out a shriek when they saw Vasil surrounded by a cloud of dull shadows. “Her shadows are thinning. Just find a way to destroy that damn book” Vasil cried and I looked around, wondering what could do that. For now, I just held it close to my chest and dashed to the potions section where I knew some very potent herbs were stored. I simply opened a few labeled with a skull and poured it down on the book. The book rattled and sizzled and I cried, “It is working” Jasper and Nymeria came running to me while Xenos was leaning on the wall for support. He seemed too bleak and his breathing was labored.

The three of them went on with Elmbridge school tour, and Miss Harmony presented the rest of the College surroundings to the girl. “There is the Herb Sanctuary, Elizabeth. Here you can come during the herbiology lessons, but also after classes to learn everything about herbs and plants, which you find in both the sceptic people’s gardens and in ours. Though, some of them can be found only here, in the gardens of Elmbridge School. They can help you get powerful spell-potions and have many healing powers. Some are familiar even to sceptics and they use them to heal and cure diseases. Of course, the spells in potions are not so long-lasting, not as powerful as the spells we learn over time, but

Chapter 109. *.* The stench of the room was that of dust and old books. The aroma of different concoctions being mixed filled the air with different colors of smoke filling the room. There was a big shelve placed on the wall that contained diverse herbs and portions in a mini bottle. The bunnies walk around in the cage while Hazel was busy with the potion she was making in her lab. She had mixed the whole necessary ingredients and it was left with just a single herb which she had asked one of the servants to get for her.

I didn't waste time going toward the doors and they opened revealing the sight of a mini library which was more like a library of potions for I could see weird-looking glasses with liquid or smoke in them and the books were old as well. I avoided the potions, him doing witchcraft wasn't new and I went straight to the books. I picked one up and flipped through the pages barely understanding the weird writing on them and was about to drop it when I flipped to the last page and saw something. I looked at the symbol swallowing and fighting hard against the memories that crammed my head. It was her signature or should I say trademark. The book belonged to her. I searched through the rest they wer

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr