Most deciduous trees bud in spring and lose their leaves in autumn.

There is a white tree in the capital of Gondor. It was not originally one, but after resisting the power of Mordor, the other white trees were burned down, and only one remained in the palace courtyard.

The tree had not sprouted in many years, but there was still a glimmer of hope that it would flourish again.

Compared to Ents, Orcs are very short, almost like ants, and would be crushed by Ents with one kick.

However, their numbers were large. If Saruman had not built the dike, which was originally used to provide power for forging weapons, but Ent demolished it, it could have been used to wash away the orcs. If it weren't for this dam, it would be hard to say whether we would win or lose.

"How did it become like this?" Pomona saw the wand tree that was parasitized by psyllids. It turned white all over and its leaves turned yellow.

"You are the Herbology Professor, I thought it was your turn to tell me," Snape said.

The Bowtruckles on the trees were fighting hard, crushing the woodlice like Ents.

But the psyllid was very fast and had amazing jumping power, so it disappeared in the blink of an eye. After the Ent left, they continued sucking the tree's sap.

Pomona picked up a leaf that had fallen from the tree.

"It's Huanglongbing." She said desperately, "This tree is hopeless."

"Shh." Snape signaled her to silence, and then looked at the Bowtruckles together. They were focused on fighting, so they didn't hear what they said.

In fact, the psyllids themselves do not do much damage to the trees, but they carry something. Even if Snape's medicine works and kills the psyllids, these fungi will continue to damage the trees.

"How many more?" Pomona asked worriedly.

"How to prevent the infection from spreading," Snape said.

"Burn this tree and take its fallen leaves with it," Georgiana said. "The fallen leaves will pollute the soil."

"Don't worry, the other trees have been sprayed with magic, and no psyllids will come near them," Snape said.

She said nothing.

Nicotine does not actually kill malaria parasites, but Robinson Crusoe at least provides more useful information than Lockhart's adventure stories. The smoky smell can drive away mosquitoes, and not being bitten by mosquitoes reduces the risk of malaria infection. risks of.

Prevention is more important than cure.

"Does Loba have enough venom?" Pomona asked.

"The Loba worms in freshwater seem to be different from those in seawater, and we need to spray them several times before the end of the summer," Snape said.

"I will go talk to the mermaid." Pomona said. She was originally worried that Snape was playing tricks, but it seemed that she had misunderstood him.

"There are fewer and fewer new wandwoods." Snape looked around, "And so are the forests."

In order to build new cities and timber, Muggles are cutting down the ordinary forests around the Forbidden Forest. It won't be long before they reach the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"I hope the hiding spell will work." Pomona frowned. "As long as they see that this place is in ruins, they won't come close."

At this time, they were passing through a ravine in the forest. Snape stepped over it first, and then stretched out his hand to pull Pomona across.

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The wizard who occupies the dungeon is named Matteo. He has stayed here for countless years, and he has no habit of keeping a diary.

He raised a lot of floraba and mangosperm underground, which could provide him with materials for experiments. However, he did not really raise them, but let them grow wantonly, so that some people in the underground city There is a risk of collapse in some places.

"You can let him go, as long as you provide him with materials." Zabini said, "Anywhere can be his 'new home'."

Georgiana was speechless.

There are so many weirdos in this world, and not all of them are like "Mushroom Face", occupying an island and living in isolation.

"You want to see him?" Zabini asked.

Georgiana shook her head.

"I want to give him a job," said Georgiana.

"What job?" Zabini asked.

"Special medicine for treating Italian leprosy," Georgiana said.

"You have?" Zabini asked.

"I don't have it, but I know how to configure it," Georgiana said.

"What do you need?" Zabini asked.

She hesitated.

"Tobacco," she answered.

"I'm afraid that won't work. Tobacco is in short supply right now." Zabini said with a smile.

She knew that because of Napoleon's extremely high tariffs on the United States, European countries were vying to be "neutral countries."

"I didn't say save everyone, only those who deserve help," Georgiana said.

Zabini snorted provocatively.

"What's the criteria for being worth saving?" he asked.

She gave the piece of paper to Zabini.

"I don't care how you decide. I just sympathize with those who are sick themselves and still worry about how others are doing."

"How could there be such a fool?" Zabini said with a smile after taking the piece of paper.

"Those who go to the 'Bad Water' to fetch water do so in the middle of the night and will not disturb any normal people's lives." Georgiana said, "If you are interested, you can go and have a look at night."

Zabini said nothing.

People infected with leprosy, whether real leprosy or pellagra, do not look as pleasing to the eye as handsome men and beautiful women.

But if it is pellagra, they are also at risk of infection if they have long-term contact with real leprosy patients.

"Thank you." Zabini said solemnly and put the piece of paper away.

She wondered what he would do with the paper...

Like leaves floating away with the water, I don’t know where they will end up.

"You want to turn the dungeon into a hospital?" Zabini asked.

"No, the hospital needs sunshine." Georgiana said helplessly.

St. Mungo's actually wanted to open in Diagon Alley, but at that time there was no free space in Diagon Alley, and the hospital couldn't be built underground like the Ministry of Magic.

Zabini did not continue to ask, he stood up, bowed and left.

The singing of hymns could be heard in the distance, and Easter outside the castle was not yet over.

Between pleasing his father and his own conscience, the second son chose conscience, but he still died. The Prime Minister of Gondor held his son and cried bitterly, but he was not sad that he lost his son, but that his own blood was gone.

Also suffering from the loss of his son, the King of Rohan chose to cheer up and protect his people.

Originally, wizards had the custom of carrying their own wands to burials, but as wand wood becomes less and less available, sometimes wizards will go to second-hand wand shops to buy them. A wand that is not suitable for the first wizard may not be suitable for them.

"Why don't you be strict with them during the Herbology class?" Snape asked as he walked beside her in the Forbidden Forest.

"How many people do you think will leave the city and go into the wild now?" Pomona asked. "They are struggling to cope with the exams."

He grunted.

Pomona looked at his left arm, where she knew his wand had always been hidden.

Unlike other people who would have a spare wand, or if they found a better one, they would replace it with the one they bought from Ollivanders, he had always had the same wand.

In first-grade Transfiguration class, little wizards learn to turn matches into needles.

When wood is sold, it can be exchanged for gold and silver. Isn't it also turning wood into metal?

Sometimes people fall into idealism and think everything is too good.

As long as a hole is opened in a dam, floods will pour in, causing good things to be abused, and the final result will be completely different from what was imagined.

If trees are alive, they must have feelings, and felling them becomes a delicate surgical operation, which must be done as gently as possible to soothe the victim, otherwise he will become angry and punish the careless and clumsy operator. . Once when people were cutting down an oak tree, the tree made a scream or groan, as if the spirit of the tree was wailing, which could be heard a mile away.

"Can you hear me?" a voice whispered in her ear.

She heard it, but couldn't answer.

Even in the wizarding world, it's not a good thing to hear or see things that others can't hear or see.

So she closed her eyes, bathed in the sunshine, and took a nap.