Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 521 Ceremony under the Banyan Tree
The moonlight tonight is very dim, hiding shyly in the dark cloud bed, with half of its face revealed half-hidden.

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

But as I looked through the moonlight that filtered through the gaps between the branches, a large, kind face was revealed.

It was Hagrid, and he was delighted that everything was complete.

His tall figure blocked 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 guiltily.

This is his first time as a teacher.

Although the entire process of becoming a tree shepherd has been successfully done thousands of times in Castrobus.

But Hagrid was still a little nervous.

"No problem, we have chanted the spell over our seeds hundreds of times." This is Ron.

"And we all sing according to the pronunciation in the Magical Phonetic Table." This is Neville.

"Harry checked this and there's no problem with it," Ginny and Draco said in unison.

They all had great trust in Harry.

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

Although the magic thread was intermittent and seemed about to break, it became more and more obvious with every step.

"Well," Hagrid rubbed his hands and took a deep breath, "the only problem now is the potion."

Hagrid held the glass bottle high in the air and fiddled with the air with his other hand.

Surprisingly, the clouds in the sky that covered the moon seemed to be moved away by an invisible giant hand.

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

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

The trees behind him began to rustle and move their branches.

Under Hagrid's control, the invisible and intangible magic connected the moonlight, trees, and solutions.

Golden spots gradually began to appear in the green liquid, as if a handful of gold sand was sprinkled in.

"Now!" Harry reminded.

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

Insert the hair into the pot from the roots.

The flowerpot began to tremble, and the liquid in the glass bottle in Hagrid's hand 'boiled' even more severely.

Upon seeing this, Hagrid pulled off the bottle cap in a flash, and a green liquid with a golden glow automatically flowed out of the bottle.

The thin, almost invisible hair in the five flower pots acted like straws, with streams of liquid pouring in from the tips of the hair, and the flower pots gradually stopped vibrating.

Until the last drop of liquid was emptied, the flowerpot returned to calm.

"Is that all right?" 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.

None of the children of balding middle-aged Arthur Weasley had said anything yet.

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

Hell, I had almost forgotten about goblins and other creatures that might break in while we were gone.

Well, let me think, what else?
It should be fine now. You will be able to see the sprouts tomorrow morning."

"Hagrid, you're becoming more and more like an African wizard. You cast every spell with both hands together!" Ron exclaimed.

“Wait, what if it rains at night?
I knew that these pots had to stay with the medium - the ficus tree - until they sprouted.

But we can build a canopy for this tree. If the rain really has an impact on the growth of the contract tree.

I have offered my precious hair with great difficulty, I cannot waste this opportunity!" At this point, Draco seemed to feel something was wrong, "Well, these tree species are also very precious!
I am like this because of them!

Correct!
It’s not because of the hair!”

"Draco, Draco," Hagrid shook his head happily, "Brazil is a rain forest, 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), or burn them, rain will not affect the growth and germination of the contract tree at all."

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

But she is still thinking about awakening some interesting abilities!
Can a long-lived tree like the yew really continue to grow in a pot without being affected?
"Didn't I say that?" Hagrid stammered, panicking as he took out the notebook he had taken from the day from his pocket and began to flip through it frantically.

“I found it!
It is said here that one month after 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 the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Forbidden Forest? That's great. Nothing that happens in the Forbidden Forest escapes your eyes, Hagrid." Harry nodded.

He knew about Hagrid's mysterious connection to 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.

It was an easy task for Hagrid to protect the few trees in the Forbidden Forest.

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

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

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

It is a state that comes after becoming proficient.

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

“It’s true, Hagrid’s magic has probably transformed, and he doesn’t rely on these trees anymore.

He awakened several abilities.

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

And the ability to give life to inanimate objects.

That's how Hephaestus came to be.

But Dumbledore said it couldn't be used too often, unless it was only used to give temporary life to inanimate objects.

Because giving an object permanent life would take up a share of its own magical source.

And the power to control magical creatures.

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

It was as if it was he who awakened instead of Hagrid.

“Is the transformation so great?

I don’t know what power I will awaken.

Well, if only I could fly!" Neville really believed Ron's guess.

Ron had no idea that Hagrid was right.

What happened to Hagrid wasn't a magical transformation at all, it was more like an awakening of his bloodline.

"Okay, it's time to rest at this late hour.

My scalp needs sleep and good care.

Doesn't Harry's holly have the shortest lifespan?

Won't we know in two or three years?
Let's see what abilities Harry awakens." Draco stroked his hair again.

(End of this chapter)