Chapter 67

"So… is it completed?" he asked the small being respectfully as he gazed at the Weirwood grove in front of him all of which had a carved face on them.

"It's hard to explain in human words." She said with a melancholic look "But even if it looks complete, it'll still take it months if not years or decades to turn into a true Heartwood. A sacred place where the soul of our ancestors can reside."

"You mean a place where the Raven can spy from?" He asked with raised eyebrow and she looked at him sadly.

"You humans. Always so full of conflict." She said before going silent.

His eye twitched at her words. Because he was generally not the kind of person who would go out and seek conflict with other people. But with his long history of being in conflict with other people, he supposed that it was his nature whether he wanted to accept it or not.

After all, what 11 year child goes out and fights an adult mountain troll to save his friend.

He shook his head nostalgically, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He could feel that with the addition of the dozens upon dozens of Heart trees in the godswood, the density of ambient magic in the air has increase by 5 times than before when there was only 1 Heart tree.

It was still not much when compared to the Heart tree where the Children of the Forest resided which alone generated twice the amount of ambient magic than all these trees combined together.

But it was a start.

And if Leaf's words were to be believed then the Heart wood tree had not fully connected with the magical laylines beneath the earth. Which was understandable.

The fact that the Children of the Forest were able to perform rituals that was able to take out ambient magic from magical laylines was a miracle onto itself and not something that even wizards from his past life were able to do.

The reason Hogwarts held so much ambient magic in his past life was not because of the magical laylines running under the earth but because of it's long history and the thousands upon thousands magical spells performed within it every single day.

But in this world. It was different.

He could take out the magic running through the magical lay lines and use that magic to cast large country scale wards if he chose to do so. Though the effort itself would require years if not decades of his time but a thing was possible to him now when before he would not have even thought about doing such a thing.

All in all, it meant that with the growth of the Heart trees, the ambient magic would grow along with it. Which meant that he would able to use more powerful magic at an easier rate as time goes on.

Essentially, he was creating something akin to a Wizard's tower where he would be far more powerful than anywhere else. Though in this case, it would be more of a castle than a tower.

"So… now that you've done what you set out to do, what do you want to do in the future?" he asked the magical being who was old enough to be Headmaster Dumbledore's great great great grandmother.

Leaf stayed silent upon his enquiery, looking at the Weirwood groove with her usual melancholic look. He was beginning to suspect that she didn't hear him when she answered. "Ash" she said "She has grown fond of the Heart Trees here and want to care for them. It is the first time in a long time that she has grown this attached to something. It would be cruel to take that away from her. And I won't leave her alone among you humans."

"I see…" he said, feeling that it was a little wrong of her to blame the entire humanity for her own life. But then again, the humans did kill all the Children of the Forest that they could get their hands on so there was that.

After a moment of thought he spoke once again "I was thinking of planting more Weirwood trees throughout my domain at important places. Do you…"

"Your greed is showing." Leaf commented in her sad and melancholic tone but there was no bite in her words. As if she was just pointing out the facts. Which in a way, she was.

"Perhaps." He admitted "So… would you be willing to carve more faces… I mean, connect the Weirwood trees to the old gods."

Leaf hummed and then gave him a nod. "You may go back to the cave and call more of my friends. Perhaps, they would find a sense of purpose in this." She said before leaving his side to go deeper in the godswood where she and Ash lived in seclusion.

He looked at her back for a moment longer before he turned and left the place.

He had some more Wierwood saplings to plant after all.