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alt_neville) wrote2014-10-02 08:03 pm
alt_neville) wrote2014-10-02 08:03 pm
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I have so many Herbology projects going, although of course I can't talk about some of them openly in NEWTs class. I've been trying to think of a reason we might have to cultivate a bigger bed of aconite openly. I found a catalogue company that offers heirloom varieties of potion ingredients. They offered Monkshood with yellow flowers instead of the usual blue-purple, which might make it less noticeable, tucked here and there in the greenhouse...except that we'd have to keep it away from the younger kids because it's just as poisonous. The catalogue called it, 'Friar Attor.' Have you ever heard of it, Mr Snape? It might not do, though, anyway. It's supposed to be gathered under the midday sun instead of under the full moon, so perhaps that would make it worthless for the Wolfsbane potion.
Maybe it would be safer just to cultivate traditional Wolfsbane at Moddey Dhoo where no one will ask awkward questions. Except there are kids there, too, even younger and more prone to stuffing things in their mouths--including my little brother.
Mum, could you tell Mrs Regina Wilson-Lee that the potatoes she suggested I grow this year look promising. They're quite high in potassium, RL said, which would help muggles who suffer from hypertension and cancer. (I guess that makes sense to her, although I don't understand it, but Madam Pomfrey was very pleased when I told her.)
I wonder whether transfiguring the potatoes to make them look like standard white potatoes would make you lose all their health benefits. Maybe Professor Brutka would know. Anyway, that's the next experiment.
Oh, but the gourd experiment didn't turn out very well. I copied all her notes down wrong, so I spaced the plants wrongly, and they all ended up strangling each other. I had to rip them all out and leave the bed bare.
Pretty stupid
Maybe it would be safer just to cultivate traditional Wolfsbane at Moddey Dhoo where no one will ask awkward questions. Except there are kids there, too, even younger and more prone to stuffing things in their mouths--including my little brother.
Mum, could you tell Mrs Regina Wilson-Lee that the potatoes she suggested I grow this year look promising. They're quite high in potassium, RL said, which would help muggles who suffer from hypertension and cancer. (I guess that makes sense to her, although I don't understand it, but Madam Pomfrey was very pleased when I told her.)
I wonder whether transfiguring the potatoes to make them look like standard white potatoes would make you lose all their health benefits. Maybe Professor Brutka would know. Anyway, that's the next experiment.
Oh, but the gourd experiment didn't turn out very well. I copied all her notes down wrong, so I spaced the plants wrongly, and they all ended up strangling each other. I had to rip them all out and leave the bed bare.