Harry Potter's Catastrophe

Xiao Hei was playing music to himself while working, looking like a veteran at work, while Carney was giving magical power to the planted herbal seeds.

The sun is scorching and the sun is shining brightly.

By the time they were done, Carney was already sweating profusely, but Xiao Hei was still sweating and complaining.

The plants they planted were only discovered the next afternoon. My father specially brought fertile soil and arranged them for apple trees and herb seedlings, and sighed beside the trees.

"In the future, we will have apples to eat, as well as herbs. I wonder if we can plant them in batches. This will definitely make a lot of money."

After my father learned about the efficacy of medicinal herbs, he often soaked in the backyard and watered the herbs. The maturity period of these herbs was not long, most of them were only five months, and they could be picked in as little as two and a half months.

The mother disagreed with this, and it was more reliable to go to the hospital. She was still skeptical until it was confirmed and had no effect, but she still had to encourage her son to plant it.

Mother was quite satisfied with the flowers they planted. These flowers were more fragrant than the ones they bought. The shop owner who bought them said that the fragrance of the flowers could be transmitted to the rooms upstairs. However, they could only smell it if they got closer. It was undeniable that they bought them. When the aroma is full.

"They must have sprayed perfume on them and left them outside to be washed away by the rain. It's a common marketing method. I've already told you about it." Father Carter said afterward.

"That's not what you said at the time." Mother said.

Carnico didn't pay much attention to herbal plants. He focused on cultivating the apple tree. After the apple tree stabilized, Carni cast a spell to turn the apple tree into a puppet book and a wooden man.

It's just a thin wooden person. Carney thinks it would be better to let it grow and develop naturally, and its body coordination and movement will be much better than using a wooden stake to cast a spell.

This will be a patronus tree to protect their home in the future, and perhaps it will have more uses in the future.

After being idle for a few days, Carney began to focus on monitoring the little wizards who returned to the orphanage.

"Damn nun!" Carney sat cross-legged on the bed, and the magic in his eyes stopped.

"Can't God be more tolerant to flies? The nuns are so cruel." Carney complained. This was the ninth fly that was swatted to death by the nuns at the orphanage.

Orphanage.

"It's really strange. What kind of fly is this? It's not a fly corpse after swatting it to death." The nun picked up the fly swatter and looked at the corpse that was not a swatted fly but something strange.

He got closer and smelled it, "There is also a special smell, the smell of barbecue? The same smell as before is still the smell of smelly socks."

"Isn't it a fly? It's really weird. Jesus bless me, I hope it's nothing weird." The nun collected the 'fly' corpses. She continued to turn a blind eye and continued to regard these strange 'flies' as flies.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? No matter how hungry you are, you can't get rid of the flies." said the cleaning mother-in-law who witnessed the whole process.

"I'm not, I just want to see if they are flies, because they don't look like flies." The nun quickly waved her hands in defense.

"You are really weird. Flies are flies. Maybe they are flies from other places. Don't do anything weird." said the cleaning lady.

"I see."

London.

"I have to give this new nun a little hint." Carney thought, he couldn't let the nun continue to slaughter his little eyes, otherwise she wouldn't be able to continue to deliver pictures to him.

The first grade students who were sent back to the orphanage during the holidays stayed in the orphanage to take care of themselves. Every day they got up, ate, slept, and bullied other children.

Carney was no longer adept at controlling flies, and the distance was too far to stop the nimble new nun.

"Let flies place a cross in front of her? It's feasible. These are a group of flies that believe in the Lord. She should be merciful." Carney did it as he said, and the flies immediately took action.

Orphanage.

"Everyone still has a good appetite today." The nun looked at the children in the room with a pure smile. She really didn't understand why these children couldn't go to the cafeteria.

However, the rules in the orphanage were to talk less, ask less, and do your job well. She could only bury her doubts in her stomach.

Her name is Isabella, and she is responsible for teaching the children to believe in the Lord, leading them to greet the Lord every day before meals, and studying the Bible in her spare time.

The dean is a priest. The orphanage was originally a cathedral, dormitories for believers and other facilities. However, during the recession in recent years, the priest came here and converted most of it into an orphanage.

In the end, only the facilities in the church remained as they were, and the rest were converted into orphanages.

Coming to the church to seek salvation is also one of the orphanage's incomes. People come to the church every week to listen to the voice of the Lord, and the priest explains their doubts and blesses them on behalf of the Lord.

There must be a reason for the priest to do this, and the priest made no mistake.

Sister Isabella cleared away her doubts. Just as she was about to leave, she saw unsightly flies flying around the children again. It seemed that a group of children were particularly attracted to flies. He had not seen a few around other children in the orphanage.

"Bejam, is there any mosquito repellent in the window?" Isabella Xiu asked. These flies always felt abnormal and very weird, making them feel like they were being stared at.

She was very sensitive to Bill's gaze, which was why she could always find flies staring at her and swat them.

"There is another bottle, oh, there is only half a bottle left. Do you want to repel flies?" Bejam was in charge of their meals. She found an old bottle of insect repellent spray under the cabinet.

"The orphanage is so poor that it can't even feed the mice. These flies really shouldn't be here." Bejam handed over the insect repellent.

"Maybe they can survive without eating." Sister Isabella dusted off the repellent and found the production and expiration dates.

"It has expired for one year, so that couldn't be better." Sister Isabella curled her lips, raised her hand and sprayed into the air.

"Poof!" The children who were close to Sister Isabella spat out the food in their mouths in excitement. They covered their tableware and moved away from the area where the insect repellent had just been sprayed.

"Sister! It's not the time yet. The children are still eating, and they are all scared by you." Bejam quickly grabbed Sister Isabella, took her hand and took away the insect repellent from her hand. Come down.

"I'm so sorry, I almost forgot." Sister Isabella also realized her mistake and apologized quickly. She bent her body at ninety degrees and apologized sincerely to the children.

Bejam let go of his sleeves and waved them violently in the air a few times, as if this would have some effect, dispersing the strong smell of anthelmintics in the air.

"Okay, it has been processed. I have blown away all the harmful substances in the air. You can continue to eat."

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