Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 599 Harry's Lies
The tree with gray-black bark and oval leaves growing at the top of the branches is holly.

The one that looks like a spire, with serrated edges on its leaves that get bigger from top to bottom, is a cherry tree.

The tree with a straight trunk, brown bark, slender leaves and drooping branches is a willow tree.

The leaves of the yew tree are long and regular, growing at both ends of the branches like a palm-leaf fan.

The hawthorn tree has small white spots on its trunk and leaves covered with small white hairs.

And now, these five trees with different postures are located within the wide fence.

Each tree is about thirty feet apart.

"Five?" Ron associated the number of trees with the origin of these books.

"I remembered.

Hagrid, you said before that you had already found a location for our contract tree in the Forbidden Forest."

Then he sensed a vague connection from the willow tree.

"Hagrid, what did you bring us here for?" Ginny asked, glancing at her own yew tree.

“Hehe! There are benefits to staying with your contract tree often.

Those with talent can awaken their abilities in advance.

After all, you all know what we are facing next year.”

Hagrid rubbed the back of his head.

Then he winked at Harry, and his voice rang out in Harry's heart, "Harry, if I'm not mistaken, you have already awakened your ability.

Do you need me to hide it for you?"

Harry shook his head.

Then, Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you realize that Harry has awakened his abilities?"

Ron turned to look at Harry and asked, "What is it?
Wait, 'After the magic power transforms, it will combine with the field you are good at to create a new ability.'

What Harry is best at, well, is dreaming!
Every time he prophesied, it was in a dream."

"Dream?" Ginny sneered, "What are you thinking.

According to your logic, shouldn't Harry's birth ability be related to the prophecy?"

"Harry, who do you think guessed right?"

"It must be me," Ron and Ginny said at the same time, looking at Harry.

Harry hesitated for a moment and then said, "My awakened ability is not as cool as Hagrid's example of being able to create fire out of thin air.

Maybe it's because I'm good at Potions.

That is, using magic as an adhesive and catalyst to combine the physical properties of different materials to create potions with various miraculous effects.

So my awakened ability is also related to the use of magic.

High-precision manipulation of magic power.

You can use every bit of your magic power to the best effect."

"Oh, I see.

But it's okay, Ginny, you're not wrong either." Ron was disappointed at first, then he smiled happily.

“I said you guessed wrong.

The ability is related to prophecy, which is just a guess based on your logic.

I'm right!" Ginny snorted at this point.

He jumped down the stone steps, his back facing Ron.

He looked like he didn't want to be associated with them.

Harry jumped up beside her.

As for Ron, he wanted to say something, but then he thought that this was his sister, and it was useless to reason with a girl.

He curled his lips and changed the subject, "Hagrid, if I insist on looking at my contract tree every day, will my magic transform earlier and give birth to abilities?"

“This is why I called you here.

This will definitely work faster than just ignoring them.

When you go back, remember to talk to Neville and Draco as well.

Tell them to come over when they have time," Hagrid said.

Then he led everyone back the same way.

Along the way, Ron seemed to have quickly forgotten the argument with Ginny. "Hagrid, what use is Harry's contract tree after he awakens?"

"Use? After the magic power transforms, the contract tree will also change.

Can its branches be used directly as magic wands?
No core required.

However, its power is not as strong as that of a wand with a core.

It can be used as a spare wand.

When the contract tree grows up, you can use it to make some wooden products that don't look like wands.

Combs, bracelets, eyeglass frames and other items.

When necessary, it can replace the magic wand or serve as a sneak attack.

I know of a wizard in Castelobushe who made a wooden sign out of a branch of his own covenant tree, painted it with silver, and glued it to his gloves.

For the glove filling he chose the same material as the core of his wand - unicorn tail hair.

I also asked a wand maker to work on it.

Because only a wandmaker knows how to combine wand wood with magical substances.

This greatly increases the power of this wand that doesn't look like a magic wand.

He later became an Auror for the Brazilian Ministry of Magic.

Relying on surprise attacks, many dark wizards were captured." Hagrid said after thinking for a while.

Ron couldn't help but sigh: "So, it's quite useful.

I think Harry could make a wrist guard.

The wristband is so big that it can also fit a phoenix feather.

How cool is that.

In the seventh volume of Doraemon, Luke Skywalker (Nobita) got the Fairness Bracelet from Doraemon.

With it, I can even fight Darth Vader on equal terms."

By the time Harry and the others returned to the hall, it was already 6 o'clock.

But it was just dinner time and the place was almost full of people.

The three long tables next to Slytherin were also filled with students from the other three schools.

Even the staff tables were almost full.

Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and Madame Vokhanova also sat on it.

Grindelwald, like yesterday, was not present.

The Goblet of Fire has been moved.

It now stood in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table.

There is also a banquet tonight, just like yesterday.

The dinner was very sumptuous.

But even Ron wasn't as fond of the elaborate, sumptuous meals as usual.

Like the other students around him, he filled his stomach and looked towards the staff table.

They all kept craning their necks to look, with anxious expressions on every face.

They were all fidgeting, standing up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating.

This inexplicably gave Harry, who was not interested in the competition, a sense of urgency.

I can't wait for everyone else to finish the food on their plates so that they can find out who has been chosen as the warrior.

I don’t know how much time had passed, it seemed like a century.

Finally, the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly became much louder.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.

At the staff table, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and Madame Vokhanova looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

"Well, the Goblet is about to make its decision," said Dumbledore, "which will probably take another minute.

Look, when the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the auditorium, past the staff table, and into that next room—"

He pointed to the door behind the faculty desk, "-where they will receive their initial instruction."

(End of this chapter)