Hermione Granger-Weasley, Head Minister of Magic had been placed in a crystal tank, filled with a twirling pink and golden fluid that was supposed to put a stopper to death. The receipe of that particular potion had been created by Severus Snape, decades ago and Harry was just realising how much he owed to his former hated professor. "How long does she have?" asked Harry to the HeadMaster of Saint Mungo. The old man shook his head: "All eternity if that tank isn't disturbed, but only the creator of the kalarr can lift the curse and bring her back to life and honestly Mr Potter, I don't know how to reach to the High King of the dark elves. He's become the fabric of legends, and forgotten legends, that doesn't help. We'll be working night and day to try to find a solution, however now, I don't know how to achieve that."

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Out strolling through the pretty gardens~~💦 if needed~~

a White Mouse feeding on the Veggies! Ty

Spotted a mallard, thanks, Fabienne!

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⋱⋰⋱🍒 🍒Splashes x 🍒🍒⋰⋱⋰

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And a blackbird broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Shane McGowan

Desert Garden, all welcome