Harris Manor, Dorset, in the garden, flowers are full of flowers, fragrant and charming, and the colorful flowers in the garden are blooming lushly and enthusiastically under the action of magic. Irving Harris held Emily's hand, Helena floated beside him, Irving took Helena to caress the purple trumpet blown by the morning glory; sniffed the blooming blue cornflowers; picked the gorgeous British red and white roses with big hand...

"Your grandmother will like it. She has always liked roses. Be careful not to get thorned." Owen said, carefully picking a rose that had been completely blooming.

For Helena, she could touch them, but most of them had no feeling. She could only give her a little touch when touching the thorny rose, but it was very slight and almost none.

Like Irving, Emily avoided the thorns, while Helena had no sense of this. She focused on picking roses, which pierced into her palms, but seemed to have no effect on her.

"Wow, look at what I found - nettle!" Owen found a green plant with dense thorns and purplish hairs growing under a cooler tree. "Emily, don't touch nettles, the thorns on it will make you feel burning."

Helena reached out without hesitation and touched a nettle leaf. Irving and Emily looked at Helena with concern.

"Do you feel it?" Emily asked, head-on.

"No." Helena said without changing her face.

Emily looked at Helena and stretched out her fingers to the nettle leaves in front of her. She hesitated and gently touched the nettle leaves. Then her fingers quickly retracted, feeling it for a while and said, "It seems that there is no effect."

"Maybe because there are few thorns on the leaves. Helena, try touching its stem, be careful not to exert too much force." Owen pointed to the stalk of the nettle. Unlike the leaves, there were sharp thorns on the stem. He glanced at Emily's delicate palms and warned his little daughter, "Emily, don't imitate Helena anymore, don't touch it."

Helena's fingers stroked the nettle stems, paused, and gently stroked them, then shook them back expressionlessly and turned into a translucent state: "Grandfather, I feel the sting."

"Can you feel it? That's not bad. Let's go and smell other flowers, maybe the lilies can make you smell some fragrance." Owen turned around first, and Helena floated behind him.

The two of them didn't go far, and a shocking howling sound suddenly came from behind.

Grandfather and granddaughter turned around in surprise and found Emily curled up her hands and fell to the ground with her back to the sky and earth. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. Her fingers opened and she held something. But when she moved her hands like a whistle, she felt even more painful, and her howling even harder, her voice shaking even harder, like an alarm sound when hot water boiled when making tea.

Emily cried bitterly, and her past obsession with cleanliness was thrown behind her head, and her snot almost flowed into her open mouth, but she didn't care about wiping it. She kicked her feet on the ground a few times and began to roll on the ground, completely losing her usual image as a little princess.

"I told you." Seeing Emily's appearance, Irving guessed that Emily must have ignored her warnings and thought Helena was curiously touching the stem of nettles. Irving looked at such a young daughter and couldn't suppress her laughter.

Helena brought herself back to the ghost state, allowing her hand to keep passing through the injured right hand of aunt Emily, trying to let the ghost pass through the living person, which can bring a sense of coldness to the other party.

Emily cried even more sadly when she heard her father's laughter. Her feet kept kicking and kicking, as if this could relieve her pain and vent her anger.

"I told you, little fool, get up quickly." Owen couldn't control himself anymore. He smiled and stretched out his hand to his daughter, trying to pull her up, but he was loved and had never experienced such pain. Emily was completely immersed in the burning sensation caused by nettle toxins and did not notice the movements of her gloating father.

"Why are you burning hot water in the garden?" Morgan Feleyi's voice suddenly sounded behind Irving, "What's wrong with Emily?"

Irving seemed to be strangled by someone's throat, and his laughter came to an abrupt end.

That night, when Allen came back from the Umbrella Golem Institute for supper, he found that Morgan Feleyi prepared a hearty table of food, but everyone could enjoy the food, only his father, Irving, had all the dishes like kale chickpeas on his plate.

Irving poked the chickpeas on his plate with a fork and made them into beans. His eyes were pitiful as he watched his wife, who was enjoying one of Bremen's most famous local specialties, kale and smoked sausage. Morgan Ferrey ignored it and looked even more delicious.

Helena's taste obviously could also feel the stimulation brought by this North German heavy sweet dish, and her movements were much more skillful than before.

Emily's usual right hand, which had touched the stem of the nettle, had not dared to move and tie it under the tablecloth. She could only use her other hand to make a little awkwardly but put it into her mouth to comfort her.

Several beautiful brown owls flew through the window to the dining table. The owl's arrival relieved the awkward atmosphere. Owen shouted: "Children, your book list is here."

Emily just raised her intact hand, Albert beside her had wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then reached out to help the injured little sister disassemble the letter tied to the owl's legs - although in fact the pain was cured by her mother Morgan Fellei.

A crisp jingle sound attracted everyone's attention, and a glittering badge fell on the dining table, "Male Student Union President badge? Congratulations." Daisy recognized the badge at a glance. She wanted to get it when she was studying at Hogwarts.

"This is inconsistent with Hogwarts's tradition. Only seventh-grade students can serve as the president of the student union, and Allen is only sixth-grade. What is the special purpose of Dumbledore's arrangement in advance?" Lun's eyes turned with the badge, who also held this position in Hogwarts.

Allen shrugged: "Either it is a show of kindness or an attempt to use the principal's identity to assign tasks to the student union president to point fingers at me? But I think he should not use such useless means that are doomed to fail."

"Anyway, Allen is already a professor at Hogwarts, but it is a very fulfilling thing to be able to put the predecessor and the student union president in his student union when he was a student." Irving nodded with satisfaction, stuffed the chickpeas on the fork into his mouth, and then frowned again, "Allen got the student union president badge in the sixth grade. Should Morgan Felley celebrate? For example, give the student union president his father some meat, too?"

"I will choose the right clothes to match this badge from Allen." Morgan Ferrey twisted Allen's badge, wiped it with his fingers, ignoring her husband's request.

After the meal, the Weasley owl Errol flew into Harris Manor and found Allen. This was a letter written by Mr. Arthur Weasley, who wanted to know when Allen had time to go to the "Weasley Magical Tricks" that Allen invested with them to take a look.
Chapter completed!