Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Herbology Lessons

he gulps down his own words. “If you don’t know what you're doing with the stuff, it can be,” she chirps, her smile unfazed while I exchange a look of dread with my sibling, “-I guess it’s a good job that I’ve dedicated my whole life towards herbology rather than the spell-casting and enchantment side of things, huh?” she picks up on our concern, trying to extinguish it. “So what happens once we drunk this stuff?” I reach out and hold the mason jar in my hands, twirling the container around as I look down at the thick, gloopy liquid inside while it sticks to the glass walls.

I lean forward to see the owner of the voice and found Carlossmirking. “Aria believes in magic, just not love potions,” Isla piped in. “That’s a shame.” Carlos gave her a smile. I roll my eyes and turn to the professor, who had started teaching. She taught us potions that were relevant to service. She gave us ingredients for a healing potion and a body lightening potion. We start mixing. Lucien hands me herbs and I grind them, trying not to crush them too fine. His hand brushes mine as he adds the powder winking at me. The boys were cracking jokes and for a moment everything feels almost normal, like I am finally in school learning something. Maybe witches weren’t all bad after all……..I coul

Their teachers seemed to have forgotten their needs. Two of their subjects were Potions for the Future and Ancientry Shadownian, which was taught by a slim and petite woman called Miss Kler and Mrs. Smith, respectively. The former was for the makings of medicines and such, while the latter was for Pasithea’s past. After their orientation, Ms. Higgins opened the topic of Mr. Porche. It caused an uproar from the others, but Sloane’s and Karina merely yawned, rolling their eyes.

Blake went to the small world and met with Gerold smoking his pipe and lounging. “Elder, I was wondering if we were to plant real herbs here, would they thrive?” Blake asked, taking a seat beside him. “It’s about time you used your head. This is the perfect place to cultivate and use plants for medicine and potions.” Tabitha was in her dorm with many books surrounding her at her desk. She was studying for her final exams, and surprisingly, all of the information flowed easily to her. Information that had confused her in the past was understood with little effort. Heather ran into the room and was panting hard as she had ran for a while.

Making them only see a fiery, dark pit of lava near the first step up. The hall up above held the soul trainers, potionist and herbalist, meaning I might have to protect Kris and Lenah from magic much more here. My nose was already becoming familiar with their magical scents from just being here less than a hour. Herbalist could poison you with any type of plant. The soul trainers could go as far as manipulation and telekinesis, like myself, and The Herbalist uses stones to disturb the balance of your energy. Leaving you all human. "Let me clear this room!" I linked Kris, trying to hide my unseen emotions.

He said, placing the paper bag in my hand. I grabbed the bag and swiftly turned away from him, "Yea, thanks, " I hurried to my Herbology class, which was twice a week. I thought to take this subject seriously. With its help, I could heal any kind of disease. Almost.

"Come on, Mr. Potter. Let's go visit Madam Pomfrey immediately. I will ask a house-elf to prepare lunch for us there." The boy nodded weakly and got up, following his Professor. He then turned back to where Erik was standing with Director Bones. "Thank you, for all." He thanked while giving Erik a wide smile. Erik smiled back. "Your welcome, Mr. Potter. Ah, if you want to learn magecraft, I suggest that you sharpen your studies in math, physics and chemistry, and get to study arithmancy and runes in your next year. There will be new books available in the library soon that explain more about it."

“I can help. We can study together.” “He’s awesome,” Hera adds, smiling. “He can teach you.” “That would be great. Thank you, Oliver!” Gratitude washes over me. The next few days are busy with therapy and tutoring. Oliver teaches me elementary school content, and he’s really a great teacher. I find that I’m a fast learner, quickly mastering middle school material. Hera’s friend Silas, the herbology professor at Academy, regularly checks on me with his trainees. They draw my blood for lab tests and give me strange medicines. But I’m happy to be their test subject. Every time I drink those potions, I feel my body growing stronger.

8-9: Magical History 9-10: Magical Theory 10-11: Spells and Hexes 11-11:30: Lunch 11:30-12:15: Gym 12:20-1: Potions 1-2: Herbology 2-3: Supernatural Studies My stomach churns at the list. Why do I feel like I am going to stick out like a fish in a lake of hungry crocodiles?

The Headmaster pulled a thin stack of papers toward him and adjusted a pair of small reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Let us see where you’ve landed this year.” I sat a little straighter in the chair, my hands folded carefully in my lap. Something about the quiet calm of the office made it easier to breathe again. He flipped the first page. “Advanced Herbology.” His brow lifted slightly as he glanced up at me. “An excellent choice.” “I’ve always liked working with plants,” I said quietly.