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“Thanks. I didn’t realize I dropped it.” Drake doesn’t hand it over right away. He glances at the page. “Why don’t you sell this one? It looks… complicated. But cool.” I swallow. “One of the ingredients is hard to find.” “What is it?” he asks. The page shows a pale blue flower with curling petals and a glowing center. Laura called it moonshade. A plant that only grows in certain places, places touched by old magic. “It’s a plant,” I say carefully. “It only grows in… specific areas.”

He eyed her seeming to think. “Are you a witch?” “Not exactly. I don’t have the kind of magic some of them do. I deal with herbology mostly, some fungus and the like. Real boring stuff.” She gave a smile, and the mute actually smiled this time as well. “Describe this lily.” The first said and she did. He didn’t seem to know but mute one did. Though she guessed he wasn’t mute anymore, and probably had a name. “That’s the frustimora.” He supplied and a light seemed to go on.

I demanded. “If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you?” “Well…” “Exactly.” “All right, I forgive you.” “Thanks…?” Shania rolled her eyes at me. “Now, read. I wanna know what’s in it.” “Let’s see…” I turned the first leaf of the book while looking at the mirror and reading the page’s reflection as I turned them over. “Hot Foot Powder Spell… For plants… for enemies… blah blah blah… Oh! Love Potion.” “Wow.”

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

She jabbed her wand in his direction and he suddenly could not move his hands. "Like I was saying" she continued in a calm tune like she did not just yell a few minutes ago. "These herbs include the mandrake root, mugwort, sage, bay Laurel leaves, and Rosemary. There are many others but we will look into the ones mentioned for a start" she revealed and brought one of the plants forward. "This.. is the mugwort plant" she announced, raising it for everyone to see. I stared at the weird-looking plant before, it did not look one bit like the one in Mrs. Springwood's hands. As a matter, the plant before me had a strange phallic shape that got me wondering if it is natural and not absurd.

Seer Soraya closed her eyes and clasp her hands, ‘Oh sacred tree Gaearandys, share with me once again the blessing you have showered,’ she chanted on her mind. When she opened her eyes, the huge plant was in ashes and she could see Antonella. Lucianna already disintegrated the obstacle and in that moment of surprise for the opponent, William lunged forward, “Now!” Soraya opened her palm wide and grabbed Antonella’s hand and just before she sprouted a poisonous flower Soraya let go. William ran back to Lucianna and the headmaster with a giant tree flailing behind them, a monster tree that looks like an omnivore.

he said while eagerly chewing on his own. “How can a plant transform you, I mean, shouldn't you be casting a spell or something,” I asked while staring at the leave in my hand disgustingly. “Eat it now, this is to make the spell more effective, to buy us more time,” he said. I started chewing on the leaves and god it tasted like vomit, one would think that it tasted a little bit nice from the way Harry was busy eating his own. “Now close your eyes,” he said after I had finished the last bit, while still wearing a disgusted look.

"You don't think I'm crazy?" She shook her head. "Not at all. You're very sensitive to the vibrations of people around you. If you feel watched, then we're probably being watched. Just try to act normal. We'll get to the nursery. You'll have some plants and herbs there to help you do some magic." Frantic at the idea, "Drace, I've never done magic with plants. Hell, except starshine or one of my five spells, I've never done magic, period."

Juste began lecturing Chastine. But Chastine hadn’t had the time to react. The field of Ojor began to get agitated. The plants shivered and shrieked in unison and tried to suck Chastine’s precious blood that dropped on the ground. Then the unthinkable happened. The trio noticed; they were covered by a shadow above them. It was the plant that they were looking for.

I grab a pouch from a nearby desk and place the bloodroot in the pouch along with a knife. “What in the Harry Potter... Is the ceiling moving?!” She shrieks. I chuckle, “It's depicting our galaxy as it moves in real-time.” She blinks in astonishment, then her face contorts into a mask of guilt. “What’s wrong?” I ask in concern.