Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 713 The Growing Harry

It is now the end of February.

In England, the weather is still cold, but it is not like the past few months - there is thick ice on the road, roof, lake, and bridge.

The grass of the stadium has not seen any snow after the decoration of the white cloud-like substance during the game.

But even so, it does not mean that it is warm here.

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

It seems that it is still midsummer.

And next to him, there is a person with a very bad reputation in terms of gender relations - Albus Dumbledore.

If Rita Skeeter saw this scene.

I am afraid she would resign from the Daily Prophet to report this scene.

She is not reluctant to write a 10,000-word article for it.

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

This unique practice method, combined with Dumbledore's identity, is unacceptable.

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

He was now learning the magic of wind.

The Quidditch pitch had been ‘heated’ before, so it was not cold.

Not to mention his current physique.

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 heart became calmer, he even heard the sound of the sails of the Durmstrang ship fluttering in the wind in the Black Lake.

And the faint voices coming from the redwood in Castrumbushe by the Black Lake.

Dumbledore said that this was because his senses were too strong.

He always noticed subtle sounds, so that they were difficult to ignore.

Then Harry thought of taking off his robe.

To increase the exposed part of the body, to sense the existence of the wind to the greatest extent.

Dumbledore also approved of this approach.

He did not mention it before, probably to avoid suspicion.

But Harry felt vaguely that Dumbledore might have thought of him doing this.

After all, why should he ‘heat up’ the air in the stadium before learning magic?

"Harry, your mind is not calm."

"I just feel a little cold." Harry immediately stopped his inner complaints.

He controlled his body and got goose bumps.

His heart began to sink.

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

But an unexpected scene happened.

With the body and mind extremely relaxed.

Harry did not turn into the wind.

His whole body was also extremely immersed.

He seemed to be rooted in the earth now.

His current posture was like the meditation in Buddhism.

His current posture can be described by a sentence from the "Ten Wheels of Ksitigarbha Sutra":

Calm and immovable like the earth, deep and profound like a secret treasure.

Behind the bushes deep along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in the fence made of sturdy logs and unicorn tails, the holly tree with gray and black bark began to rustle.

Dumbledore was extremely surprised.

He did not see any wind-like elegance in Harry now.

On the contrary, the invisible magic magnetic field surged with Harry as the center.

Harry was now like a stone or a handful of sand that could be seen everywhere.

But this was impossible.

Harry's body, especially when naked, was extremely obvious.

Especially in his eyes.

It was as if he had been hit by the most brilliant love potion.

With a happy heart, Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers, and the invisible magic condensed into a blade at his fingertips.

When it was still one foot away from Harry's body, it disappeared inexplicably.

It was as if the surging magic flowed to the fingertips, like a drop of water dripping into a raging flame, and turned into water vapor in an instant.

It was an extremely obscure, indescribable ‘dissipation’ force, just like Harry now.

With his own superb and profound magical knowledge, Dumbledore understood Harry’s current state after a brief moment of doubt.

Harry now was like a holly seed, buried in the soil.

It absorbed the surrounding magical power and grew slowly.

He even doubted whether he would be absorbed by Harry, who was growing and full of ‘dissipation’ force, if he directly gave Harry a big melon.

What Harry needed now was enough magical energy.

“Flames!” Dumbledore raised his wand high, and his skinny arms emerged from under his robe.

The wand was like a torch, and flames shot out from the tip of the wand, like a huge and warm lasso,

surrounding Harry.

His figure swayed in the red flames.

However, he seemed like a phoenix rising from the fire.

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

So much so that the grass on the court did not ignite any sparks.

It seemed that what was falling from the sky now was not the endless, surging flames that seemed to burn the sky and scorched earth.

But a drizzle.

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

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

The redwood tree by the Black Lake, the wooden spiral staircase slowly grew from the center of the tree again until it touched the ground. One after another, bright green figures jumped down.

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

The rotating fire whirlwind surged from the top of the small figure.

Like a god punishing mortals, it fell to the center of the stadium.

What's more amazing is that although the flames are fierce, there is no crackling sound when anything burns.

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

They all connected this with the game.

"This is in the foundry!"

"It must be, the first two times were on the stadium! The third time must be too!"

"There are both on the ground and in the sky. This time it might be magma. Use a powerful fire spell to draw out the underground fire!"

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

However, he did not stop.

Although after the flames dissipated, the naked upper body of Harry that emerged from it would further reduce his already limited face in terms of sex.

But at this point, Harry, this tree species, has been cultivated by him 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 Getler had bad thoughts about Harry, but did not stop him immediately, causing Harry to be blessed.

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

But this kind of guilt also lingered in his heart.

This time Harry finally had a chance to develop rapidly.

He will never stop!

I will protect Harry's development!

Chapter 235 is unblocked.

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