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() Harris Manor in Dorset. In the garden, the flowers are colorful, fragrant and charming, and the colorful flowers in the garden are lush and warm under the influence of magic. Owen Harris took Emily's hand, and Helena floated beside him. Owen took Helena to stroke the small purple trumpet blowing from the morning glory; sniffing the blue cornflower that burst into joy; Picked up the big and magnificent gorgeous British national flower red and white roses ...
"Your grandmother would like it. She has always liked roses. Be careful not to be stabbed." Irving said, carefully picking a rose that had fully bloomed.
For Helena, these flowers can touch them, but most of them don't feel it. Only when they touch the thorny rose can she touch her a little, but it is very slight, almost no.
Emily, like Owen, carefully avoided those thorny places, but Helena felt nothing about it. She was picking roses intently. Those thorns pierced her palm, but she seemed unable to her. What impact.
"Oh, see what nettle I found!" Owen found a green plant with densely bristle and puberty, near-circular outline growing under a cooler tree, "Emily, don't touch it Nettles, the thorns above will make you feel burning. "
Helena reached out without hesitation and touched a nettle leaf, and Owen and Emily looked at Helena with concern.
"Do you feel it?" Emily asked headways.
"No." Helena said flatly.
Emily looked at Helena, extended her finger to a nettle leaf in front of her, hesitated to gently touch the nettle leaf, and then quickly retracted her finger, feeling a little said : "It seems to have little effect."
"It may be because there are few leaf thorns. Helena, please try to touch its stem. Be careful not to push too hard." Irving pointed to the stem of the nettle, which is different from the leaves. The stalk is covered with sharp thorns. He glanced at Emily's delicate palm and warned the younger daughter, "Emily, don't imitate Helena, don't touch it."
Helena's fingers touched the stalks of nettles, her fingers paused, and she squeezed a little more, then her hands shrank back expressionlessly and became translucent: "Grandpa, I felt a tingle sense."
"Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's smell other flowers. Maybe the lily can make you smell." Irving turned around first, and Helena floated behind him.
The two didn't go far, and behind them suddenly came the earth-shattering howling.
The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise, and found Emily curled up and fell to the ground with her face up, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She opened her fingers and held things empty, but when she moved her hands like this, the pain became more and more unbearable, and she cried more severely. The sound was like the alarm sound when the hot water was boiled when making tea. Quiet.
Emily cried and ran out of her nose. The cleanliness of the past was thrown behind her head, and her snot almost ran into her open mouth, but she didn't care about rubbing. There is no usual image like a little princess.
"I told you." Irving saw Emily's appearance, and guessed that Emily must have ignored her warning, thinking that Helena also touched the stem of the nettle curiously. Owen looked at such a young daughter, it was difficult to suppress his laughter.
Helena put herself back into the ghost state, letting her hand continue to pass through the aunt Emily's injured right hand, trying to let the ghost pass the living person's cold characteristics, which made the other side feel better.
Emily heard her father's laughter and cried even more sadly, and her feet kept kicking, as if she could relieve her pain and vent her anger.
"Tell you, little fool, get up quickly." Irving couldn't control himself anymore, smiled and extended his hand to her daughter, trying to pull her up, but loved and never experienced such painful Ai Millie was completely immersed in the burning sensation caused by urticatoxin, and she didn't even notice her father's actions.
"Why are you boiling hot water in the garden?" Morgan Ferre's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen. "What happened to Emily?"
Owen seemed to be strangled by his throat, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
That night, when Allen came back from the Umbrella Golem Institute for dinner, it was not surprising to find that Morgan Ferreuil prepared a sumptuous table of food, but everyone could enjoy the food, only his father Owen ’s The dishes are all vegan dishes like kale chickpeas.
Irving poked the chickpeas on his plate with a fork to make them mashed, and looked pitifully as he was enjoying one of Bremen ’s most famous local specialties, kale with smoked sausage Wife, Morgan Ferreuil turned a blind eye and instead seemed to eat more deliciously.
And the taste of Helena could clearly feel the stimulation of this heavy German sweet dish. Her movements were much more proficient than before.
Emily ’s usual right hand touched the stems of the nettles. The stinging of the nettles made her dare not put it under the tablecloth and twitched it with her other hand. A piece of butter cake made by her mother to comfort her was put in her mouth.
Several beautiful brown owls flew across the window to the dining table. The arrival of the owl eased the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted: "Children, your book list is here."
Emily just lifted her intact hand, and Albert beside 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 the actual This pain was cured by his mother Morgan Ferreuil.
A jingle snapped to attract everyone ’s attention, and a glittering badge fell on the table. "Male student council president badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. She was at Hogwarts. I really wanted this badge when I was reading.
"This is inconsistent with Hogwarts's usual practice ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Seventh grade students can serve as the president of the student union, and Allen is in the sixth grade. What special purpose can Dumbledore arrange in advance?" Lenn ’s eyes followed. Turning around that badge, he also held this position at Hogwarts.
Allen shrugged: "It's either showing good or trying to use the principal's identity to assign tasks to the chairman of the student union. It's finger pointing to me? But I think he should not use this useless means destined to fail."
"Anyway, Allen is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it was a very fulfilling thing to be able to include both the class leader and the president of the student union in the student age." Irving nodded in satisfaction, turning his fork The chickpeas stuffed into his mouth, and then frowned again, "Allen got the badge of the student union chairman in sixth grade, should Morgan Ferreuil celebrate it? For example, the father of the student union, too? meat?"
"I'll choose the right clothes to match Allen's badge." Morgan Ferrer twisted Allen's badge and wiped it with his fingers, ignoring her husband's request.
After the meal, Weasley's owl Errol flew into Harris Manor and found Allen. This is a letter written by Mr. Arthur Weasley. I want to know when Allen has time to go with them to the "Weasley Magic Trick" invested by Allen.
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() Harris Manor in Dorset. In the garden, the flowers are colorful, fragrant and charming, and the colorful flowers in the garden are lush and warm under the influence of magic. Owen Harris took Emily's hand, and Helena floated beside him. Owen took Helena to stroke the small purple trumpet blowing from the morning glory; sniffing the blue cornflower that burst into joy; Picked up the big and magnificent gorgeous British national flower red and white roses ...
"Your grandmother would like it. She has always liked roses. Be careful not to be stabbed." Irving said, carefully picking a rose that had fully bloomed.
For Helena, these flowers can touch them, but most of them don't feel it. Only when they touch the thorny rose can she touch her a little, but it is very slight, almost no.
Emily, like Owen, carefully avoided those thorny places, but Helena felt nothing about it. She was picking roses intently. Those thorns pierced her palm, but she seemed unable to her. What impact.
"Oh, see what nettle I found!" Owen found a green plant with densely bristle and puberty, near-circular outline growing under a cooler tree, "Emily, don't touch it Nettles, the thorns above will make you feel burning. "
Helena reached out without hesitation and touched a nettle leaf, and Owen and Emily looked at Helena with concern.
"Do you feel it?" Emily asked headways.
"No." Helena said flatly.
Emily looked at Helena, extended her finger to a nettle leaf in front of her, hesitated to gently touch the nettle leaf, and then quickly retracted her finger, feeling a little said : "It seems to have little effect."
"It may be because there are few leaf thorns. Helena, please try to touch its stem. Be careful not to push too hard." Irving pointed to the stem of the nettle, which is different from the leaves. The stalk is covered with sharp thorns. He glanced at Emily's delicate palm and warned the younger daughter, "Emily, don't imitate Helena, don't touch it."
Helena's fingers touched the stalks of nettles, her fingers paused, and she squeezed a little more, then her hands shrank back expressionlessly and became translucent: "Grandpa, I felt a tingle sense."
"Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's smell other flowers. Maybe the lily can make you smell." Irving turned around first, and Helena floated behind him.
The two didn't go far, and behind them suddenly came the earth-shattering howling.
The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise, and found Emily curled up and fell to the ground with her face up, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She opened her fingers and held things empty, but when she moved her hands like this, the pain became more and more unbearable, and she cried more severely. The sound was like the alarm sound when the hot water was boiled when making tea. Quiet.
Emily cried and ran out of her nose. The cleanliness of the past was thrown behind her head, and her snot almost ran into her open mouth, but she didn't care about rubbing. There is no usual image like a little princess.
"I told you." Irving saw Emily's appearance, and guessed that Emily must have ignored her warning, thinking that Helena also touched the stem of the nettle curiously. Owen looked at such a young daughter, it was difficult to suppress his laughter.
Helena put herself back into the ghost state, letting her hand continue to pass through the aunt Emily's injured right hand, trying to let the ghost pass the living person's cold characteristics, which made the other side feel better.
Emily heard her father's laughter and cried even more sadly, and her feet kept kicking, as if she could relieve her pain and vent her anger.
"Tell you, little fool, get up quickly." Irving couldn't control himself anymore, smiled and extended his hand to her daughter, trying to pull her up, but loved and never experienced such painful Ai Millie was completely immersed in the burning sensation caused by urticatoxin, and she didn't even notice her father's actions.
"Why are you boiling hot water in the garden?" Morgan Ferre's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen. "What happened to Emily?"
Owen seemed to be strangled by his throat, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
That night, when Allen came back from the Umbrella Golem Institute for dinner, it was not surprising to find that Morgan Ferreuil prepared a sumptuous table of food, but everyone could enjoy the food, only his father Owen ’s The dishes are all vegan dishes like kale chickpeas.
Irving poked the chickpeas on his plate with a fork to make them mashed, and looked pitifully as he was enjoying one of Bremen ’s most famous local specialties, kale with smoked sausage Wife, Morgan Ferreuil turned a blind eye and instead seemed to eat more deliciously.
And the taste of Helena could clearly feel the stimulation of this heavy German sweet dish. Her movements were much more proficient than before.
Emily ’s usual right hand touched the stems of the nettles. The stinging of the nettles made her dare not put it under the tablecloth and twitched it with her other hand. A piece of butter cake made by her mother to comfort her was put in her mouth.
Several beautiful brown owls flew across the window to the dining table. The arrival of the owl eased the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted: "Children, your book list is here."
Emily just lifted her intact hand, and Albert beside 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 the actual This pain was cured by his mother Morgan Ferreuil.
A jingle snapped to attract everyone ’s attention, and a glittering badge fell on the table. "Male student council president badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. She was at Hogwarts. I really wanted this badge when I was reading.
"This is inconsistent with Hogwarts's usual practice ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Seventh grade students can serve as the president of the student union, and Allen is in the sixth grade. What special purpose can Dumbledore arrange in advance?" Lenn ’s eyes followed. Turning around that badge, he also held this position at Hogwarts.
Allen shrugged: "It's either showing good or trying to use the principal's identity to assign tasks to the chairman of the student union. It's finger pointing to me? But I think he should not use this useless means destined to fail."
"Anyway, Allen is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it was a very fulfilling thing to be able to include both the class leader and the president of the student union in the student age." Irving nodded in satisfaction, turning his fork The chickpeas stuffed into his mouth, and then frowned again, "Allen got the badge of the student union chairman in sixth grade, should Morgan Ferreuil celebrate it? For example, the father of the student union, too? meat?"
"I'll choose the right clothes to match Allen's badge." Morgan Ferrer twisted Allen's badge and wiped it with his fingers, ignoring her husband's request.
After the meal, Weasley's owl Errol flew into Harris Manor and found Allen. This is a letter written by Mr. Arthur Weasley. I want to know when Allen has time to go with them to the "Weasley Magic Trick" invested by Allen.
Harris Manor in Dorset. In the garden, the flowers are colorful, fragrant and charming, and the colorful flowers in the garden are lush and warm under the influence of magic. Owen Harris took Emily's hand, and Helena floated beside him. Owen took Helena to stroke the small purple trumpet blowing from the morning glory; sniffing the blue cornflower that burst into joy; Picked up the big and magnificent gorgeous British national flower red and white roses ..."Your grandmother would like it. She has always liked roses. Be careful not to be stabbed." Irving said, carefully picking a rose that had fully bloomed.For Helena, these flowers can touch them, but most of them don't feel it. Only when they touch the thorny rose can she touch her a little, but it is very slight, almost no.Emily, like Owen, carefully avoided those thorny places, but Helena felt nothing about it. She was picking roses intently. Those thorns pierced her palm, but she seemed unable to her. What impact."Oh, see what nettle I found!" Owen found a green plant with densely bristle and puberty, near-circular outline growing under a cooler tree, "Emily, don't touch it Nettles, the thorns above will make you feel burning. "Helena reached out without hesitation and touched a nettle leaf, and Owen and Emily looked at Helena with concern."Do you feel it?" Emily asked headways."No." Helena said flatly.Emily looked at Helena, extended her finger to a nettle leaf in front of her, hesitated to gently touch the nettle leaf, and then quickly retracted her finger, feeling a little said : "It seems to have little effect.""It may be because there are few leaf thorns. Helena, please try to touch its stem. Be careful not to push too hard." Irving pointed to the stem of the nettle, which is different from the leaves. The stalk is covered with sharp thorns. He glanced at Emily's delicate palm and warned the younger daughter, "Emily, don't imitate Helena, don't touch it."Helena's fingers touched the stalks of nettles, her fingers paused, and she squeezed a little more, then her hands shrank back expressionlessly and became translucent: "Grandpa, I felt a tingle sense.""Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's smell other flowers. Maybe the lily can make you smell." Irving turned around first, and Helena floated behind him.The two didn't go far, and behind them suddenly came the earth-shattering howling.The grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise, and found Emily curled up and fell to the ground with her face up, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She opened her fingers and held things empty, but when she moved her hands like this, the pain became more and more unbearable, and she cried more severely. The sound was like the alarm sound when the hot water was boiled when making tea. Quiet.Emily cried and ran out of her nose. The cleanliness of the past was thrown behind her head, and her snot almost ran into her open mouth, but she didn't care about rubbing. There is no usual image like a little princess."I told you." Irving saw Emily's appearance, and guessed that Emily must have ignored her warning, thinking that Helena also touched the stem of the nettle curiously. Owen looked at such a young daughter, it was difficult to suppress his laughter.Helena put herself back into the ghost state, letting her hand continue to pass through the aunt Emily's injured right hand, trying to let the ghost pass the living person's cold characteristics, which made the other side feel better.Emily heard her father's laughter and cried even more sadly, and her feet kept kicking, as if she could relieve her pain and vent her anger."Tell you, little fool, get up quickly." Irving couldn't control himself anymore, smiled and extended his hand to her daughter, trying to pull her up, but loved and never experienced such painful Ai Millie was completely immersed in the burning sensation caused by urticatoxin, and she didn't even notice her father's actions."Why are you boiling hot water in the garden?" Morgan Ferre's voice suddenly sounded from behind Owen. "What happened to Emily?"Owen seemed to be strangled by his throat, and the laughter stopped abruptly.That night, when Allen came back from the Umbrella Golem Institute for dinner, it was not surprising to find that Morgan Ferreuil prepared a sumptuous table of food, but everyone could enjoy the food, only his father Owen 's The dishes are all vegan dishes like kale chickpeas.Irving poked the chickpeas on his plate with a fork to make them mashed, and looked pitifully as he was enjoying one of Bremen 's most famous local specialties, kale with smoked sausage Wife, Morgan Ferreuil turned a blind eye and instead seemed to eat more deliciously.And the taste of Helena could clearly feel the stimulation of this heavy German sweet dish. Her movements were much more proficient than before.Emily 's usual right hand touched the stems of the nettles. The stinging of the nettles made her dare not put it under the tablecloth and twitched it with her other hand. A piece of butter cake made by her mother to comfort her was put in her mouth.Several beautiful brown owls flew across the window to the dining table. The arrival of the owl eased the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted: "Children, your book list is here."Emily just lifted her intact hand, and Albert beside 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 the actual This pain was cured by his mother Morgan Ferreuil.A jingle snapped to attract everyone 's attention, and a glittering badge fell on the table. "Male student council president badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. She was at Hogwarts. I really wanted this badge when I was reading."This is inconsistent with Hogwarts's usual practice ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Seventh grade students can serve as the president of the student union, and Allen is in the sixth grade. What special purpose can Dumbledore arrange in advance?" Lenn 's eyes followed. Turning around that badge, he also held this position at Hogwarts.Allen shrugged: "It's either showing good or trying to use the principal's identity to assign tasks to the chairman of the student union. It's finger pointing to me? But I think he should not use this useless means destined to fail.""Anyway, Allen is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it was a very fulfilling thing to be able to include both the class leader and the president of the student union in the student age." Irving nodded in satisfaction, turning his fork The chickpeas stuffed into his mouth, and then frowned again, "Allen got the badge of the student union chairman in sixth grade, should Morgan Ferreuil celebrate it? For example, the father of the student union, too? meat?""I'll choose the right clothes to match Allen's badge." Morgan Ferrer twisted Allen's badge and wiped it with his fingers, ignoring her husband's request.After the meal, Weasley's owl Errol flew into Harris Manor and found Allen. This is a letter written by Mr. Arthur Weasley. I want to know when Allen has time to go with them to the "Weasley Magic Trick" invested by Allen.
