Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 714: Infusion of Heat

Professor McGonagall: "Oh! Dumbledore what are you doing?"

Dumbledore knew that the animal an Animagus transformed into was often related to the wizard's nature.

At the same time, wizards will also be affected by animal nature.

This is true even for wizards who have mastered Animagus for a long time.

His student and former classmate Minerva was one of seven registered Animagus in this century.

Like a cat, she enjoys patrolling her territory.

It was clear that Hogwarts was her territory in her eyes.

So no matter what happened at Hogwarts, no matter how late it was, if the distance was the same, she would always arrive first.

It's the same this time.

The flames have dissipated.

Harry was sitting cross-legged on the ground, shirtless, his robes thrown messily aside.

It's hard to believe that this place was surrounded by raging, surging flames just now.

He himself stood aside, breathing heavily.

The robe on his body was a little messy because of the big movements when casting the spell.

And Professor McGonagall, holding her wand.

The light from the tip of the wand illuminated it all.

But fortunately, because of her presence, the students of Hogwarts did not dare to leave the castle.

come here.

Only students from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Castellobus followed behind.

"What tricks are you playing?" Seeing that Dumbledore did not answer, Professor McGonagall continued to ask.

"Huh! What happened?" Harry opened his eyes when he returned to human consciousness from the tree.

In front of him, besides Dumbledore, there was also Professor McGonagall.

And the students who surrounded them in three layers inside and outside.

Professor McGonagall's face was livid.

His eyes were full of suspicion.

And sweep across his body from time to time.

This frightened Harry so much that he quickly put on his robes and stood up.

“Obviously, we’re teaching.

Minerva, you should know that today is Saturday."

"We are practicing wind magic." Harry nodded quickly.

"Wind?" Professor McGonagall seemed a little angry, "Albus, this ancient magic is still too early for Mr. Potter!
You should know the magic power required for this kind of magic.

Even among adult wizards, few can afford such a consumption."

"Minerva, why don't we go somewhere else."

"Wait, we're not done talking yet.

The magic of the wind left nothing behind except the body, the grass, and the clothes 3 feet away.

The only thing that can withstand a fire spell of your magnitude is the Shield of Aeolus. Professor McGonagall paused.

She seemed to think she understood, and looked at Harry again, "Mr. Potter.

Next time before you learn magic, remember to consider your age.

You should know that the wizard's magical power doubles after the age of seventeen.

It is better for underage wizards not to touch ancient magic.

Just like you did this time, even if you succeeded.

But the aftereffects still took you at least five or six minutes to come back to your senses.
Open your eyes and discover my existence.

You are still the father of a child."

In the end, Professor McGonagall forgave them.

Because after walking to the castle, she found that Harry looked pretty good.

In other words, Harry can support the use of ancient magic.

There are no sequelae.

Considering that it is already the end of February.

It has been more than 5 months since Voldemort was resurrected.

It might be a good thing for Harry to master some ancient magic with amazing defensive power.

But Harry didn't know why Professor McGonagall forgave them.

Just like he didn't know why Dumbledore didn't explain it clearly.

Just now, he felt as if he had sunk into the earth, and fell into the state as if he was still in his mother's womb.

When he woke up, he was inexplicably surrounded.

When they returned to the castle, they heard from Professor McGonagall and the students who surrounded them,

Harry learned that Dumbledore was said to have cast a fire spell with a large range.

As a result, all the students in the school discovered this teaching.

So, with doubt in mind, after Professor McGonagall left, he took a quick look at Mei Ling.

In the empty corridor, he asked Dumbledore: "What happened just now?
Am I not learning the magic of turning into wind and moving my body in a duel?

Why do I feel completely different?

And you cast such an obvious fire spell. Everyone knew about it."

Dumbledore just smiled at this.

"Harry, a strange thing happened to you on the court earlier.

You, who should have sensed the wind, made contact with something else after abandoning your keen senses.

It is your contract tree.

In this castle, it is undoubtedly the one closest to you besides Tom.

I am really confused.

I actually forgot this.

At that time, in my perception, you turned into a seed.

Step into the fertile soil, a seed full of vitality.

Your body is like a hole that constantly absorbs the magical power around you.

I realized that this was a miracle that would be hard to replicate.

If I wake you up, or until you wake up, you are not filled.

For you, the loss may be something you cannot make up for even after spending many years.

Then--"

“And then you used the fire spell to fill me up?
But where did all that magical power go?" Harry looked at his hands.

Can this thin body really absorb so much power?
Even if Dumbledore spent most of his energy, he could only barely fill it up?

Time, Sunday.

In the Chamber of Secrets outside Hogsmeade village.

Ron read from the open issue of Wizard Weekly: "Dumbledore poured all his passion into Harry Potter's frail body."

He suddenly raised his head. "So the article is right. You are indeed filled with Dumbledore."

Harry pouted.

But Ron’s birthday is the day after tomorrow, which is March 3st.

He didn't say anything.

Unlike Ron who was saying stupid things, Draco on the side analyzed: "This article must have been written by Rita Skeeter.

Very much her style.

She changed to this pen name probably to get around Sirius.

After all, Sirius would never have told her to write this in the Daily Prophet."

"So what if she wrote it. Now Harry's reputation is ruined again.

A little boy, exposed himself with Dumbledore in an empty stadium late at night.

Although Dumbledore's fire spell undoubtedly dispelled the rumors.

After all, no one would make such a big fuss during a tryst.

But more people think this is related to the third individual competition.

After all, it was such a big commotion.

They all thought that Dumbledore was giving Harry special treatment.

I noticed that many students from other schools looked at Harry in a much more nasty way."

Ron was very confused: "What's the matter?
Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts.

What's wrong with the principal giving special treatment to his own students? "

Draco shook his head, "That's not what I meant.

In their eyes, wizards of Dumbledore's caliber are in a class of their own.

His exit would mean injustice.

The rules of the game also state that the Warriors must solve the problems independently.

In their opinion, Harry was cheating."

(End of this chapter)