Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 8 Introduction to Plant Magic!
"However, this druid is too young... only twenty-one years old, and has no teaching experience."

Paul answered while stuffing pastries into his mouth:
"Her wizarding level is not high either; she is only a third-level wizarding apprentice."

"Moreover, teaching is not her job; she also needs to take care of the magical plants for others."

"If you want to learn from her, a week of study time is not a long time."

"Take me to her."

Ronan thought to himself that although this druid was young and his knowledge of magical plants was not very high, he should be able to get started with him.

Once he's mastered the art, with the aid of Hongmeng, wouldn't it be easy for him to learn magic and plant science?

Moreover, it's good that this druid wizard isn't of a high level, as it makes it difficult to discern his cultivation level.

"it is good."

Paul, with food in his mouth, mumbled:

"Then we need to eat quickly, the druids also live in the central city."

"We need to end our meeting with her before curfew."

"Otherwise, after the curfew, the city gates leading to the lower city will be blocked, and I will have no choice but to stay at your house."

……

Night falls and starlight appears.

Triumph City lies prostrate beneath the starry sky like a colossal beast.

Ronan and Paul walked briskly down the street, occasionally burping, as if the pastries and fruit wine they had just eaten were still lingering in their stomachs.

The timekeeping system in the Wizarding World is very similar to that of my previous life, with a day consisting of 24 hours.

The curfew in Triumph City is at 9 p.m.

If someone is still wandering the streets at nine o'clock and is discovered by the capital's guards, they will be subject to a hefty fine.

The curfew in Triumph City is in place to prevent crimes committed by unsettling individuals who prefer to operate at night, such as black wizards, cultists, and assassins.

This was also to prevent drunken wizards and knights from fighting in the streets and affecting the general public.

After walking for about half an hour, Paul stopped at a bungalow.

In front of them was a round wooden door with wood grain patterns that resembled ripples on water.

"I forgot to tell you, this female druid's name is 'Arwen Druid'."

After Paul finished speaking, he grasped the brass ring on the door and knocked:
“Ms. Drell, I am Paul Wilson. I request an audience.”

After a while, a magnetic female voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

With a creak, the door opened.

However, no one opened the door.

Ronan saw a lush green vine retract from behind the doorknob, shrinking like a human hand onto a potted plant.

Shift your gaze back to the entire room.

The room is not spacious.

Every nook and cranny was filled with various potted plants, leaving only a small empty space.

In this area, there is a red blanket, on which sits a single sofa, a rocking chair, and a three-legged round table.

On the round table sat a large, dark wine jug, a plate of bright red cherries, and a bronze stemmed wine glass.

Ronan didn't recognize any of those potted plants.

Beside the potted plant, a thick white candle burned, emitting a soft light.

The plants seemed to have life, swaying slightly in the candlelight.

The shadows cast on the wall sometimes stretch out.

"Mr. Wilson, what brings you here?"

"And who is the person next to you?"

Ronan and Paul suddenly heard the same magnetic female voice coming from a corner.

Ronan looked toward that corner and saw only a few potted plants; there was no one there at all.

But the next moment, the shadow of the potted plant on the wall extended slightly.

Then, a black cat's head peeked out from behind the potted plant.

The black cat had brown eyes that shone with a spiritual light as it stared intently at Ronan and Paul.

"Ms. Drell."

Paul placed his left hand on his right chest and bowed slightly. Ronan knew he was a druid; he had guessed it when he saw the black cat.

After seeing Paul bow, he followed suit.

The gesture of bowing comes from the muscle memory of the original owner as a nobleman.

Paul bowed and said, "This is Ronan Lawrence, son of Baron Lawrence of the Southeast Province!"

"He wants to learn plant magic from you."

The black cat's left whiskers twitched: "I haven't had time lately, as I have quite a few magical plants that need to be taken care of."

“I’ll pay tuition, one Valant gold coin per hour,” Ronan said immediately.

This price is only slightly less than the tuition fee for a wizard apprentice at the Kingdom Wizarding Academy.

The black cat paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Mr. Lawrence, since you love plants, then you are a friend of us druids, and I will treat you as a friend."

"If you have any questions about magical plant science, I will teach you to the best of my ability."

As she spoke, she stepped out from behind the potted plant with elegant and light steps.

With a shake, he jumped onto the single sofa.

He crawled into a wad of linen on the sofa.

Just as the black cat crawled into the linen, the linen was quickly stretched out.

Ronan then realized that the unassuming piece of linen was actually a simple jumpsuit.

Immediately afterwards, a woman who was almost as tall as Ronan stood up from the armchair.

This is the true appearance of the female druid "Awen Drell".

Her skin was wheat-colored, and she had large, bright brown eyes.

Her breasts swelled, pushing up her long linen jumpsuit high.

Its back is highly curved, perfectly round like a pair of crescent moons.

A pair of long, shapely legs were revealed beneath the jumpsuit.

Her slightly wavy, brownish-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

"I was practicing witchcraft just now and was unaware of your arrival. Please forgive me for not showing my true face upon our first meeting," Awen said.

“Ms. Dreyer, please don’t take it to heart,” Ronan replied.

"I wonder if Mr. Lawrence is available at 4 PM on Monday and Wednesday?" Awen asked.

"available."

"Then let's schedule the study of magical plant cultivation during those two time periods, shall we?"

"can."

……

Dang~dang~dang~
The melodious chimes echoed throughout Triumph City.

This is the curfew bell of Triumph City.

The first chime of the bell meant that there was still a quarter of an hour before curfew.

Just now, Ronan and Paul parted ways after leaving Awen's residence.

Hearing the bell, Ronan quickened his pace and went back to the small attic.

……

Monday, 4 p.m.

Ronan sat on a single sofa, while Awen lay in a rocking chair, the two sitting opposite each other.

Awen wore a green jumpsuit; the dress was loose, but it still couldn't hide her figure.

“Mr. Lawrence, let’s begin.”

"Ah."

For the next two hours, Awen explained the basics of plant science to Ronan.

Ronan not only listened to it himself, but the AI ​​HarmonyOS in his mind was also constantly analyzing and recording it.

He secretly gave Hongmeng a command, which brought up his own values.

Plant Magic (Beginner 2%+)
After discussing plant science for a while, Awen taught Ronan a druid spell—Growth.

This is a first-order spell that promotes plant growth and is relatively easy for wizard apprentices to cast.

(End of this chapter)