His branches ached. A Goldle, in Nevilles language meant a Gold-Leaved Ebony, a legendary tree, immortal, and unkillable. While he would enjoy a while away from the students, he wasn't ready to go that far. As he was legendary, he would also have wandmakers flocking around him all the time, as well as being Professor Sprouts new pride and joy. As Neville entered the Greenhouse, he felt Professor Sprouts gasp ruffle his leaves slightly, as he was taken from Neville and tipped out of the safety of his pot into freshly turned earth. 'Oh' She gasped, 'it's beautiful'! 'Thank you Neville. I know just what to do with it first.'
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