Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 713: Growing Harry

It's already the end of February.

In England, the weather is still cold, but not like in the past few months - there is thick ice on the roads, roofs, lakes and bridges.

The turf of the stadium was not covered with snow after being decorated with a white cloud-like substance when leaving the game.

But even so, that doesn't mean it's warm here.

But now Harry was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his upper body naked, and his wand resting flat on his legs.

It seems like it's still midsummer.

Next to him stood a person with a very bad reputation in terms of gender relations - Albus Dumbledore.

If Rita Skeeter saw this.

I'm afraid she would quit her job at the Daily Prophet just to report this.

He did not hesitate to write a 10,000-word article for it.

Even if the truth is revealed later - this is magic training.

This unique way of practicing, combined with Dumbledore's identity, is totally unacceptable.

However, no one could have imagined that this was a decision made by Harry himself.

He is now taking an introduction to wind magic.

The Quidditch pitch had been 'heated' before, so it wasn't cold at all.

Not to mention his current physical condition.

In fact, he did not take off his robe at the beginning.

However, when sensing the ubiquitous wind in the air, he could not help but focus his attention on the dark, rustling treetops in the forbidden forest not far away.

As his mind calmed down further, he could even hear the sound of the sails of the Durmstrang ship fluttering in the wind in the Black Lake.

And the faint sound of voices coming from the redwood in Castrobuse by Black Lake.

Dumbledore said it was because his senses were too strong.

Always notice the subtle sounds, so subtle that they are hard to ignore.

Then Harry thought of it and took off his robes.

Increase the exposed area of ​​your body to maximize your sense of wind.

Dumbledore also approved of this approach.

He didn't mention it before, probably to avoid suspicion.

But Harry had a vague feeling that Dumbledore might have expected him to do this.

After all, why 'heat' the air in the stadium before learning magic?

"Harry, you're not at peace."

"I just feel a little cold." Harry immediately stopped complaining in his mind.

I controlled my body and got some goosebumps.

His heart began to sink.

"You have to imagine that you are the wind. A light breeze. The leaves are blown up by you." Dumbledore's voice began to sound in Harry's ears.

But an unexpected scene happened.

In the incomparable relaxation of body and mind.

Harry did not turn into the wind.

The whole body is immersed.

He seemed now to be rooted in the earth.

His current posture is like the meditation in Buddhism.

A sentence from the Ksitigarbha Sutra can be used to describe his current posture:
Be patient and motionless like the earth, meditate deeply like a secret treasure.

Deep in the bushes along the edge of the forbidden forest, in the fence that was luxuriously built with unicorn tail ropes and thick logs, the holly tree with gray and black bark began to rustle.

Dumbledore was extremely surprised.

He didn't see any elegance of the wind in Harry now.

On the contrary, an invisible magical magnetic field surged towards Harry with the present as the center.

Harry was now like a stone or a handful of sand that could be found anywhere.

But this is impossible.

Harry's body, especially when naked, was extremely obvious. Especially to his eyes.

It was as if he had been drugged with the most powerful love potion.

With a calm mind, Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers, and invisible magic condensed into blades at his fingertips.

It inexplicably disappeared when it was still a foot away from Harry's body.

It was as if the surging magic power, when flowing to the fingertips, was like a drop of water falling into a raging flame, turning into water vapor in an instant.

It was an extremely obscure, indescribable 'negative' force, just like Harry now.

Relying on his superb and profound knowledge of magic, Dumbledore understood Harry's current condition after a brief moment of confusion.

Harry now is like a holly seed buried in the soil.

It absorbs the magical power from the surroundings and grows slowly.

He even suspected that if he directly gave Harry a big melon, it would be absorbed by Harry, who was in the process of growth and full of "dissipation" power.

What Harry needs now is enough magical energy.

"Flame!" Dumbledore raised his wand high, his skinny arm emerging from beneath his robes.

The wand was like a torch, with flames shooting out from the tip, like a huge, warm lasso.

They surrounded Harry completely.

His figure swayed in the red firelight.

However, he was like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

All the heat energy of the flames was swept up by his seemingly thin body.

So much so that the grass on the field did not even ignite a single spark.

It was as if what was falling from the sky now was not this endless and raging flame that seemed to burn the sky and scorch the earth.

But it was drizzling.

In the castle, the windows that had been extinguished for a long time were lit up again. The noisy sounds also began to ignite this castle that had been quiet for a long time.

On the big ship, a sparse crowd of people began to gather on the deck that had been deserted just now.

The wooden spiral staircase of the redwood tree beside the Black Lake slowly grew from the center of the tree until it touched the ground. Bright green figures leaped down one after another.

They all looked towards the center of the stadium not far away.

A swirling tornado of fire emerged from the top of the tiny figure.

Like a god punishing a mortal, he fell to the center of the arena.

What was even more amazing was that, although the flames were fierce, there was no crackling sound like anything burning.

Many people recognized the tall and thin figure - Albus Dumbledore.

They all linked this to the game.

“This is at the foundry!”

"It must be. The first two times were at the stadium! The third time will definitely be the same!"

"There's fire on the ground and in the sky. Maybe it's magma this time. Use a powerful fire spell to draw out the underground fire!"

As the one being watched, Dumbledore naturally noticed these gazes which were as hot as the fire he was now releasing.

But he didn't stop.

Although after the flames dissipated, Harry, who emerged with his upper body naked, would further reduce his already limited reputation in terms of sex.

But at this point, Harry's tree has been cultivated to the point where it is about to sprout and emerge from the ground.

He can't give up halfway.

What's more, Harry's existence is more important.

Especially after he knew that Gettler had bad intentions towards Harry, but did not stop him immediately, resulting in Harry being blessed.

Although he secretly observed when Madam Pomfrey examined Harry's body and confirmed that Harry was fine.

But this guilt also lingered in my heart.

This time, Harry finally had a chance to develop rapidly.

He will never stop!

I will protect Harry's development!
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