Vol 2 Chapter 722: nettle

Harris Manor, Dorset, in the garden, fresh flowers blooming and fragrant, full of colorful flowers blooming luxuriantly and warmly under the effect of magic. Owen Harris took Emily’s hand, Helena floating beside him, Owen took Helena stroking the purple trumpet blown by the morning glory; sniffed the blue cornflowers that were cheerfully blooming ；Pick a big bouquet of gorgeous British national flower red and white roses...
"Your grandmother will like it. She always likes roses. Be careful not to get pierced." Owen said, carefully plucking a rose that had fully bloomed.
For Helena, she can touch them, but most of them don't feel them. Only when touching the thorny roses can give her a little touch, but they are very slight, almost nothing.
Emily, like Owen, cautiously avoided the thorns, but Helena had no feeling about it. She concentrated on picking the roses, and the thorns pierced her palm, but seemed unable to treat her. What is the impact.
"Hey, look what I found—nettles!" Owen found a green plant with dense bristles and puberulent, nearly round outlines growing under a cooler tree. "Emily, don’t you Touching the nettle, the thorns on it will make you feel burning."
Helena stretched out her hand without hesitation and touched a nettle leaf. Owen and Emily looked at Helena with concern.
"Do you feel it?" Emily asked, tilting her head.
"No." Helena said without changing her face.
Emily looked at Helena, stretched out her finger to a leaf of nettle in front of her, hesitated and gently touched the leaf of nettle, and then quickly retracted her finger, feeling it. : "It seems to have no effect."
"It may be because there are few thorns in the leaves. Helena, try touching its stem, and be careful not to use too much force." Owen pointed to the stalk of the nettle. Unlike the leaves, the stalk was densely covered with sharp thorns. He saw Glancing at Emily's delicate palm, she warned her little daughter, "Emily, don't imitate Helena again, don't touch it."
Helena's fingers touched the stalk of the nettle, her fingers paused, and she stroked it slightly, then she retracted her hand blankly and turned into a translucent state: "Grandfather, I feel the tingling. sense."
"Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's smell the other flowers. Maybe the lilies can make you smell some fragrance." Owen turned around first, and Helena floated behind him.
The two didn't go far, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering howling behind them.
The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise, and found Emily curled up and fell to the ground face up, tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes. She spread her fingers as if she was holding something, but when she moved her hand in this way, the pain became more and more unbearable, and she cried harder, and the sound cut through the garden like an alarm when the hot water was boiled while making tea. Quiet.
Emily cried bitterly, she had thrown all her cleanliness behind her head, her nose almost flowed into her open mouth, but she didn't care about it, kicked and kicked her feet on the ground a few times, and began to roll on the ground. Then, the usual little princess-like image was completely gone.
"I told you." When Owen saw Emily's appearance, he guessed that Emily must have ignored her warning, thinking that Helena was okay and curiously touched the stem of the nettle. Owen looked at such a little girl, unable to restrain his laughter.
Helena brought herself back to the ghost state, and kept her hand passing through the injured right hand of her aunt Emily, trying to let the ghost pass through the living person's characteristic of bringing coldness to the opponent to make the opponent feel better.
Emily cried more sadly when she heard her father's laughter, kicking and kicking her feet, as if this would relieve her pain and vent her anger.
"I told you, little fool, get up quickly." Irving couldn't help himself, smiled and stretched out his hand to her daughter, trying to pull her up, but the beloved Ai who has never experienced such pain Mi Li was completely immersed in the burning sensation caused by the nettle toxin, and didn't even notice the movements of her father who was gloating.
"Why did you boil hot water in the garden?" Morgan Fellery's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen, "What happened to Emily?"
Owen seemed to be strangling his throat, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
That night, when Allen returned from the Umbrella Golem Institute for dinner, he was not surprised to find that Morgan Fellery prepared a table of sumptuous food, but everyone can enjoy the food, only his father Owen’s The plates are all vegan dishes like kale and chickpeas.
Owen poked the chickpeas on his plate with a fork and made them into hummus, pitifully watching his family enjoying one of Bremen’s most famous local specialties, cabbage with smoked sausage. The wife, Morgan Fellery turned a blind eye, but seemed to eat better.
And Helena's sense of taste can obviously also feel the excitement of this North German heavy sweet dish, and her movements are much more proficient than before.
Emily’s usual right hand touched the stem of the nettle. The sting of the nettle made her dare not move it under the tablecloth and tied it up with her other hand. I took a piece of butter cake my mother had made to comfort her and put it in her mouth.
Several beautiful brown owls flew through the window to the dining table. The arrival of the owls relieved the embarrassment. Owen shouted, "Children, your book list is here."
Emily just raised her undamaged hand, Albert next to her wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then reached out to help the injured little sister disassemble the letter tied to the owl's leg— —Although this pain was actually healed by his mother, Morgan Fellery~EbookFREE.me~ A crisp jingle caught everyone’s attention, and a shiny badge fell on the dining table. Student Union Presidential Badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized this badge at a glance. She wanted it when she was studying at Hogwarts.
"This is inconsistent with Hogwarts's traditional practice. Only the seventh grader can serve as the student council chairperson. Allen is only in the sixth grade. What special purpose is Dumbledore's arrangement in advance?" Lun's eyes moved with the badge. So, he also held this position at Hogwarts.
Allen shrugged: "Either it is good, or he is trying to use the principal's status to assign tasks to the student council chairperson. This points to me? But I don't think he will use this useless method that is doomed to failure."
"In any case, Allen is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it is a very fulfilling thing to be able to include the prefect and the chairman of the student council in his student days." Owen nodded in satisfaction and turned his fork. The chickpeas on the top were stuffed into his mouth, and then he frowned, "Allen got the student council president badge in the sixth grade. Morgan Fellery, shouldn't you celebrate? For example, give the student council president his father something too. meat?"
"I will choose the right clothes to match Alan's badge." Morgan Fellery twisted Allen's badge and wiped it with his finger, ignoring her husband's request.
After the meal, Errol, the Weasley owl, flew into Harris Manor and found Alan. This is a letter written by Mr. Arthur Weasley, wanting to know when Alan has time to go with them to the "Weasley Witchcraft and Wizardry" invested by Alan.