002 Wizards

"So... sir, what is a wizard?" Harry nervously asked Adrian.

Adrian came back to his senses and looked at the confused boy in front of him, and smiled slightly.

It was obvious that Harry already knew he was different from others.

"My name is Adrian Westeros, a wizard," Adrian said gently, with a touch of warmth. "Simply put, a wizard is someone who can use magic, just like what I showed you earlier."

He waved the wand in his hand, gesturing for Harry to look at his clothes and hair which were now dry.

To better explain, Adrian used another spell.

"Incendio!"

A small flame shot out from Adrian's wand.

When Harry saw the flames dancing in the air, his heart began to race.

"Can I do these things too?" he asked, his face flushed.

"Of course, you can, if you're not a fool," Adrian shrugged and continued, "but that will have to wait until you're eleven, when you'll receive a letter from Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

"A magic school," Adrian explained further. "A place to learn magic. You'll like it there."

Harry was stunned.

He was a wizard!

He suddenly remembered that just recently, he had successfully spoken to a snake and made a glass panel at the zoo disappear.

Was that also caused by magic?

Seeing Harry standing motionless, Adrian patted him on the shoulder.

People who knew Adrian all understood that he was a very friendly and kind wizard who never hesitated to show kindness.

Especially toward those who were equally kind and excellent.

If Harry in front of him was similar to how he was described in the original story, then he was willing to provide some help.

"Mr. Potter," Adrian said softly, "are you alright?"

Harry came back to his senses and nodded.

"Well then, we can go outside and talk slowly. This isn't the appropriate place for a chat." Adrian guided Harry to the entrance, and the door opened automatically.

As his vision shifted, Harry found himself back in the plant shop from the beginning.

Under Harry's astonished gaze, Adrian tapped the standing door with his wand.

The door suddenly began to fold and contract, and after folding several times, it transformed into a briefcase.

Then, Adrian placed the briefcase on the table.

"Sit down, Mr. Potter. I know you must have many questions."

Adrian waved his hand, gesturing for Harry to sit at the table.

"Just call me Harry, Mr. Westeros." Harry nodded obediently.

For some reason, he felt that this strange man in front of him was very kind.

"Would you like tea? Or milk?"

Without waiting for Harry's answer, Adrian said, "Let's go with milk. It will help you grow taller."

Indeed, even for a ten-year-old child, Harry's build was too thin and small.

Saying this, Adrian knocked on the door that had turned into a briefcase: "Dear, a cup of tea and a cup of milk."

A moment later, the case opened from the inside.

Two vines of Devil's Snare extended out, carrying a cup of milk and a cup of tea.

Seeing the milk presented in front of him, Harry accepted it with both hands.

"Um... thank you."

The Devil's Snare patted Harry's head before leaving.

"It seems to like you," Adrian said.

...

In the time that followed, Adrian patiently answered Harry's questions about wizards.

Harry mentioned those strange incidents he had experienced in the past.

Like making his cut hair grow back, making an entire glass panel disappear, floating up garbage bags...

"That's probably accidental magic, Harry. Every young wizard experiences it."

"Accidental magic? Sir, have you experienced it before?"

"Ah, let me think... Oh, I remember. It might have been when I was ten. My sister used up my favorite green paint, and then I turned everyone's hair green, except for my father's."

Recalling the scene, Adrian couldn't help but smile.

By the way, Adrian's father was bald at the time.

Hearing Adrian's response, Harry felt relieved.

He had thought that strange things only happened to him.

At the same time, he also felt a bit sad.

The family Adrian mentioned stirred up unpleasant memories.

If his parents were still around, perhaps he wouldn't be bullied by his aunt's family...

Time passed unconsciously, and soon it was noon.

"Oh no!"

Harry hurriedly stood up.

He had completely forgotten about buying chocolate for Dudley.

Now he would be severely punished by his aunt and uncle, Harry thought.

However, Harry still didn't regret it.

Compared to what he had learned today, his aunt and uncle's punishment didn't seem like much.

"I need to go home, Mr. Westeros."

Harry appeared somewhat reluctant to leave.

Adrian nodded, then waved his wand. An umbrella flew from behind the counter into Harry's hand.

"See you next time, Harry."

After Harry left, Adrian pondered for a moment.

Harry Potter?

A well-behaved little boy—that was Adrian's first impression of him.

Beyond that, Adrian didn't sense anything special.

"Well, now it's time for real business."

Adrian got up from his chair, took the briefcase from the table, and threw it on the ground.

The moment the briefcase hit the ground, it transformed back into a door.

This was a portable door that Adrian had made himself. When it needed to be concealed, it could transform into an ordinary briefcase.

Entering through the door and passing through the greenhouse, he arrived at a grassy field.

Adrian's plantation was a vast grassland surrounded by a forest.

In the center of the grassland stood three enormous greenhouses.

The one Harry had stumbled into was one of them.

Additionally, a tall oak tree stood in the very center of the entire space.

The oak tree was about twenty meters tall, with branches extending in all directions, like a giant hand.

Notably, the branches of the oak tree were covered with a green glow that rose and fall constantly, as if breathing, almost like it had a heartbeat.

This was the Tree of Wisdom.

A masterpiece that Adrian Westeros had spent eight years nurturing.

As for its function...

"Eldra," Adrian mentally called out the name of the Tree of Wisdom, "display my current status."

The branches of the Tree of Wisdom swayed gently, with the green light pulsing slowly like a heartbeat.

A message was transmitted into Adrian's mind.

[Name: Adrian Westeros]

[Profession: Wizard]

[Status: Slightly Fatigued]

[Ability: Plant Mutation Control]

[Magic Reserve: 98%]

...

Yes, this was the function of the Tree of Wisdom—to sense and analyze information in Adrian's surrounding environment and transmit it to him in the form of panel information.

At first, the Tree of Wisdom could only display Adrian's name. As the tree grew larger, it could discern more and more information.

To a certain extent, the Tree of Wisdom was like an all-knowing deity.

Regarding the origin of the Tree of Wisdom, it was cultivated by Adrian through his special ability "Plant Mutation Control."

Any plant that passed through his hands could potentially undergo various "Mutations."

The Tree of Wisdom, Eldra, was a product of such "Mutation."