Ch114- Greenhouse

Ch114- Greenhouse

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Petunia, after showing the Christmas tree, said with a smile, "That is not all," her voice laced with a hint of excitement. Leading him through the house, they emerged into the backyard, which had undergone a remarkable transformation. Harry's eyes widened in shock; the back garden was now significantly larger than he remembered, magically expanded to accommodate a new addition. In the center of this enlarged space stood a magnificent greenhouse, its structure large and imposing, made of glass that shimmered in the fading light of the evening.

The greenhouse was a marvel of magical and Muggle engineering. Its frame was constructed of enchanted metal that gleamed with a subtle glow, indicating protective charms woven into its very essence. The glass panes, clear and faultless, magnified the sunlight, creating a warm, inviting interior. Inside, an array of plants and trees thrived, ranging from common vegetables to exotic magical herbs that Harry could only guess at their properties.

Petunia, with a proud smile, explained, "I've been using it to grow vegetables and fruits, some of which are quite rare in the Muggle world. With Misty's help, we've started selling them. It's been quite a successful venture." Her eyes sparkled with a sense of accomplishment, a testament to her adaptability and newfound embrace of the magical aspects of their lives.

Harry, genuinely impressed, walked closer to examine the contents of the greenhouse. Among the greenery, he spotted several plants that he recognized from his Herbology classes, their leaves vibrant and flowers blooming in an array of colors. "This is incredible, Aunt Petunia," he said, turning to her with a look of admiration. "I had no idea you were interested in botany."

Petunia chuckled, "Neither did I, dear. But it turns out, with a bit of magic and a lot of hard work, I have quite the green thumb. Plus, it's been a wonderful way to connect with your world."

As they toured the greenhouse, Harry could see the careful attention to detail in every corner. Each plant was meticulously labeled, both in Latin and in English, and the magical plants had additional notes on their care and use written by Misty, whose knowledge of magical flora was evidently extensive.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

Nigel's voice, amused and impressed, echoed in Harry's mind, "Well, it seems your aunt has embraced the magical life with more gusto than some wizards I know. Who would have thought Petunia Evans would become a purveyor of magical herbs and plants?"

Harry smiled at Nigel's observation, his heart warming at the thought of how much had changed for the better. "It's amazing, isn't it? I never would have imagined our backyard turning into a magical greenhouse."

Harry turned to Petunia, his expression one of gratitude mixed with a hint of concern. "Aunty, you really didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," he said softly, his eyes taking in the expansive greenhouse once more. "I told you, you could use the gold in the vault."

Petunia, her hands clasped together, shook her head with a gentle smile. "Harry, that's your inheritance. I couldn't possibly use it for my own needs. Besides, constantly going to Gringotts to exchange gold for pounds is a bit of a hassle. This way, I can contribute on my own." Her voice carried a note of independence and pride that Harry hadn't heard before.

Descending the stairs, Harry found Petunia in the kitchen, already preparing a simple yet hearty breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of toast. "Good morning, Aunty," Harry greeted, his voice warm with affection.

Petunia turned, a smile lighting up her features. "Good morning, Harry. I thought we could have a quick breakfast before heading out. London will be crowded today, and I want to beat the rush," she explained, her tone practical yet tinged with excitement.

As they ate, Misty appeared, her usual cheerful self. "Master Potter, Miss Petunia, is there anything else you need before you leave?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

Harry shook his head, "Thank you, Misty. We're just about ready. But I'll need you to join us later in Hogsmeade. There's a part of today's adventure that's strictly magical."

Misty's face fell slightly, a pout forming. "Misty wishes Misty could join you in London too, Master Potter," she said, her voice a mixture of disappointment and understanding.

Petunia added, "We'll bring back stories, Misty. And Harry has promised you'll be part of the magical part of our day."

Reassured, Misty nodded, her spirits lifting. "Misty looks forward to it. Have a wonderful time in London."

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