Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 521 Ritual under the Banyan Tree

The moonlight tonight is very dim, hiding shyly in the dark cloud bed, revealing half of its face.

Under the dark, mottled, strange and rugged shadows of the trees, a tall figure is giggling strangely.

But as the moonlight shines through the gaps between the branches, a kind big face is revealed.

It is Hagrid, who is happy that everything is ready.

His tall figure blocks the five flower pots filled with black soil, a bottle of green liquid, and five relatively short figures in front of him.

"You should all be fine." Hagrid said a little guilty.

This is his first time as a teacher.

Although the entire process of becoming a tree shepherd has been successful thousands of times in Kastrupshe.

But Hagrid is still a little nervous.

"No problem, we have chanted spells to our seeds hundreds of times." This is Ron.

"And we all chanted according to the pronunciation in the Magical Syllabary." This is Neville.

"Harry has checked it and there is no problem." Ginny and Draco said in unison.

They all trust Harry very much.

Harry on the side also nodded. He felt that they had successfully connected with the seeds.

Although the magic thread was intermittent and seemed to be about to break, it was becoming more and more obvious.

"Okay," Hagrid rubbed his hands and took a deep breath, "The only flaw now is the potion."

Hagrid raised the glass bottle high and kept fiddling with the air with his other hand.

Surprisingly, the clouds covering the moon in the sky seemed to be fiddled with by an invisible big hand.

The bright moonlight began to penetrate the green liquid through the branches.

The liquid began to bubble, as if it was boiling.

The trees behind him also began to rustle and move the branches.

The invisible and intangible magic connected the moonlight, trees, and solution under Hagrid's control.

The green liquid also began to show golden spots, like a handful of gold sand sprinkled in.

"Now!" Harry reminded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the five people pulled fresh hair with follicles from their heads.

Inserted into the flower pot from the root of the hair.

The flower pot trembled, and the liquid in the glass bottle in Hagrid's hand "boiled" more seriously.

Seeing this, Hagrid pulled off the bottle cap in a wave, and the green liquid with golden light automatically poured out of the bottle mouth.

The thin and almost invisible hair in the five flower pots was like a straw, and streams of liquid poured in from the ends of the hair, and the flower pots gradually stopped vibrating.

Until the last strand of liquid was immersed, the flower pot returned to calm.

"Is this okay?" Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"My hair!

If I had known that I would use blood as a lubricant, I would not want to be like my father." Draco touched his scalp and thought of his father who had almost no hairline.

"Come on, Draco, Ron didn't say anything." Ginny rolled her eyes.

The children of the middle-aged bald Arthur Weasley haven't said anything yet.

"Hmm! There is indeed one step missing." Hagrid put the empty glass bottle aside, put his hands together, and a golden circle with sparks flashed around the banyan tree, "That's it.

Really, I almost forgot about the goblins and other creatures that might break in after we left.

Well, let me think, what else is there?

It should be fine, you will see the sprouting saplings tomorrow morning."

"Hagrid, you are becoming more and more like a wizard from Africa now, and you put your hands together for all spells!" Ron exclaimed.

"Wait, what if it rains at night?

I know these flower pots must stay with the medium - this banyan tree - before they sprout.

But we can build a canopy for this tree.

If rain really affects the growth of the contract tree.

I finally provided my precious hair, so I can't waste this opportunity!" At this point, Draco seemed to feel something was wrong, "Well, these tree species are also precious!

I'm like this because of them!

Yes!

Not because of the hair!"

"Draco, Draco," Hagrid shook his head happily, "Brazil is a rainforest, and rain is the most common thing there. I did my homework in advance. Unless you drop these flower pots on the ground, or eat the seeds (Hagrid looked at Ron), and burn them, rain will not affect the growth and germination of the contract tree at all."

"What should I do after these trees sprout?" Ginny looked at her own trees.

She was still thinking about awakening some interesting abilities!

Can long-lived trees like yew really grow in pots all the time without being affected?

"Didn't I tell you?" Hagrid stammered, panicking and pulling out the notebook he had taken from his pocket.

"I found it!

It says here that after a month of germination, it can be transplanted into the soil.

Don't worry, Harry, I've already found a place for you in the Forbidden Forest!" Hagrid wiped his sweat.

"Forbidden Forest? That's great, everything that happens in the Forbidden Forest can't escape your eyes, Hagrid." Harry nodded.

He knew the mysterious connection between Hagrid and the Forbidden Forest.

Like the last time they went to look for Lupin's trace, Hagrid could see Lupin in the hut and communicate with Lupin.

Protecting a few trees in the Forbidden Forest was a simple matter for Hagrid.

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"Are you saying this literally - nothing in the Forbidden Forest escapes Hagrid's eyes?" Neville, who knew nothing about Hagrid's abilities, asked.

Ever since he visualized that strange-shaped sword, he has had a strange intuition, the power to see through people's hearts.

In the information Ryan gave, this is called the sword's heart is clear.

It belongs to a realm after being proficient.

And just now he 'understood' the meaning of Harry's words.

"It's true. Hagrid probably also had a magical transformation, not relying on these trees.

He has awakened several abilities.

Well, extraordinary insight, but it seems to be limited to the Forbidden Forest. It's not so exaggerated outside.

There is also the ability to give life to dead things.

That's how Hephaestus got it.

But Dumbledore said it can't be used too much, unless it only gives temporary life to dead things.

Because giving permanent life to objects will occupy a share of one's own magic source.

There is also the power to control magical creatures.

The giant eight-eyed spider raised by Hagrid became much more obedient after Hagrid's transformation." Ron said proudly.

It seems that it was him who awakened instead of Hagrid.

"Is the transformation so powerful?

I don't know what power I will awaken.

Well, it would be great if I could fly!" Neville really believed Ron's guess.

He didn't know that Ron was right about Hagrid's ability.

Hagrid's was not a magical transformation at all, it was closer to the awakening of blood.

"Okay, it's time to rest so late.

My scalp needs sleep to be well maintained.

Isn't Harry's holly tree's life span the shortest?

Won't we know in two or three years?

See what ability Harry awakens." Draco touched his hair again.