Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 1 1. Concrete... Are you also an earth element?
"The Prophet? The Prophet Harry?"

"Please wake up, we need your guidance..."

Just like surfacing after diving, the sound of the call seemed to be separated by a layer of expanding bubbles in his ears. It was so vague, yet it reached his ears clearly, making Harry shudder.

He suddenly opened his eyes, but the next second, Harry wondered if he had not woken up yet and was still dreaming.

There was no soft animal skin under his body, and there was no crackling sound of burning firewood in the brazier. As for the smell of burning spices that always lingered in the house, it was gone - instead, there was a musty smell.

There was no sunlight, or rather, the only light that illuminated Harry's vision was the light coming through the gap in the thin wooden door beside him. After a few seconds of adjustment, Harry could see clearly where he was.

It was so small and dark that I couldn't even stand upright. With my arms stretched out in parallel, I had already reached the edge of the space.

Covering his entire head were steps upon steps made of dark grey cement - wait, steps?
Some scattered memories that Harry had long forgotten, regarded as the fantasy of his childhood, non-existent things, deeply buried, abandoned and forgotten, began to vaguely emerge in his mind.

This is - so this is true?
He was back in what he once considered home - his aunt and uncle's home?
what do you say that is?

Earth?

Is it true or false?
Harry stared at his hands in a daze. They were so thin that he could even clearly see the bones beneath the skin, as if they would be broken if he fell.

The muscles he had trained for so many years were gone, completely vanished. Harry pinched his arms subconsciously. He doubted that he couldn't even beat a little leopard on the side of the road.

As if he was afraid of accidentally breaking his arms or legs, Harry stood up carefully, pushed open the door beside him and walked out.

The walls were white, and the corridor led to the living room...or maybe the dining room. There were many photos on the mantelpiece. Harry looked at the photos carefully. There was a photo of a fat-headed boy riding a bicycle, and also a photo of him riding a carousel - but there was no photo of himself.

Harry searched his memory and he had the impression that this seemed to be his cousin... and all traces of him in this family had been tried hard to erase, as if he did not exist.

Everything he saw in the room was gradually awakening Harry's long-forgotten memories. Everything seemed to correspond and was very real - so real that it seemed as if everything he had experienced was just a dream.

The whispers of the elements in your ears, the secrets hidden by the souls, the temptations and howls of the devil, the blood that flowed on the battlefield, the cries of your comrades...

Were those clear memories, the pain in the body, and the power that was wielded all just a dream?
An extremely real dream?
It was hard for Harry not to have such doubts. After all, his real body was here, it would hurt if pinched, and his consciousness was clear enough - but he was extremely sure that everything he experienced in the world called Azeroth was real.

because--

Harry raised his hand. Between his open palms, a thin stream of translucent water was winding around, moving nimbly through his fingertips like a swimming snake.

Although it was indeed very inactive, as if it were asleep, the elements of this world still responded to Harry's call.

In addition, Harry could still feel the magic in his body - although even Jaina could not help him find the source of this power, but when he invested this magic in the shamanic way, Harry felt it was quite useful.

The elements are quite fond of this.

And it's not just the obvious changes like these: his keen sense of smell and insight, the traces of the elements left on his body, the scars left by the war are all there, everything is no different from being in the other world - except that his age has become younger again and his body has returned to the age of eleven.

"...I don't remember entering any unstable portal?"

Harry couldn't help but mutter a few words.

In Harry's memory, he basically had no good impression of the portals opened by wizards - especially some wizards with evil tastes would open portals on the destroyed Dalaran pit, letting you experience what it means to have falling objects from a high altitude.

I can only say that Harry unleashed his survival instinct that time and severely punished the wizard afterwards.

Considering that the things created by those brainless wizards are often full of surprises, just like a goblin, it doesn't seem surprising that I was inexplicably sent back to this world and became younger.

It was just time traveling, Harry was already used to it in the network of time streams in Azeroth - it was not like he had not gone back to the past and participated in celebrations hosted by bronze dragons, where he had to remain calm no matter what he encountered.

Well, for example, there is an Ayuras made up entirely of murlocs. Every person Harry knows can be found in Ayuras.

Harry nodded - then the question was, how would he get back?
He missed his little cottage in Thunder Bluff very much. It was a cottage that was built for him with the help of his father Cairne Bloodhoof and his brother Baine. It was a cottage that was suitable for his body shape, and that was his home.

When the young, weak and ignorant Harry was stranded in Kalimdor, it was Cairne Bloodhoof who adopted him, taught him, took care of him as he grew up, and taught him how to be a human being - and a cow.

Even though Cairne Bloodhoof is a tauren and Harry is a human, there is no difference in treatment.

Even compared to humans, Harry would rather believe that he is a special minotaur - he just hasn't grown his own horns yet and has less hair.

So... where should I go to find a wizard to open the door?

Harry was lost in thought for a moment.

Wow!

Just as Harry was thinking, suddenly, there was a loud clanging sound from behind him. It sounded like someone fell down and hit a series of things.

When Harry turned around, he saw a fat middle-aged man trying hard to crawl up from the ground, his eyes full of panic and fear.

Well, and rage.

"Boy!! I warned you!!!"

The man roared, his face flushed red with anger, and he seemed to have grown bigger.

"No! You are absolutely not allowed to do this kind of disgusting and evil tricks in the house!!"

After several twists and turns in his throat, the man finally came up with an accurate name to describe what he saw.

"You mean this? Uncle?" Harry raised his hand, and in response, the water snake winding between his fingers swam faster.

He had roughly remembered who this man was - it was his uncle, Vernon.

"I told you not to do that! Boy!!!" The more active water snakes between Harry's fingers were regarded as a provocation by Fenon. He roared and rushed over like a chariot, grabbing Harry's hair with one hand.

Bang! !

A sound that makes you feel painful just by hearing it, like the sound of flesh hitting something very hard.

Fenon's face suddenly turned red again, but this time it was not because of anger or fear, but because of pain - but now Fenon had no time to scold his always cowardly nephew. His eyes had shrunk into two points, like the eyes of a beetle, staring in horror at the thing that blocked his hand from punishing his nephew.

A shield? Or did the wall move on its own?
When Fenon reached out to grab Harry's hair just now, Harry instinctively rejected this malicious behavior and subconsciously used the shaman's most commonly used spell - Earth Shield.

There was no problem with the consciousness, and there was no problem with the spell. The only problem was the source of the material of the shield - on the side of the corridor where Harry and Vernon were standing, there was a big hole in the wall. Well, it could be said that there was basically nothing that could be called a wall.

A lot of things disappeared.

The concrete and masonry surged as if they had a life of their own, crowding together to form a shield large enough to protect Harry's entire body.

"Monster!!!" Fenon screamed instinctively, just like the scream coming from the direction of the kitchen.

Harry, who was still thinking about the situation while standing behind the shield, turned his head and saw a woman holding a spatula and covering her head and screaming outside the hole that used to be the wall - his aunt, Petunia.

It was obvious that everything was controlled by her unpleasant nephew. The shabby house, the possible - no, it should be said that the neighbors would definitely make mocking comments behind her back. When Penny realized this, she almost fainted on the spot.

"Harry!! What are you doing Harry!! Today is Dudley's birthday!!!"

“We’ll be seen by the neighbors!!”

' Very good, a good mother,' Harry thought without any panic.

At least at this time, she can still remember her child’s birthday. What a heavy motherly love this is.

But these are not important issues. The most important thing right now is that if Harry's estimation is correct, this house probably won't be able to hold on.

Well, after all, this Earth Shield directly pulled out the load-bearing wall of the house—it wasn't even a small matter like making a hole in the load-bearing wall, but it was simply gone.

It was not an illusion. Harry saw that the wall beside him had begun to tremble and deform slightly.

The noise on the first floor had undoubtedly disturbed the people sleeping above. Amidst the sound of thudding footsteps, a fat boy in pajamas and a nightcap on his head emerged from the stairs.

"Dad!! You guys are so noisy! What the-Oh my God!!!"

Harry recognized the fat boy. He was the one in all the photos he had just seen. It was his cousin, Dudley, who had bullied him for a long time in those forgotten memories.

Dudley stared at everything downstairs in amazement. His home seemed to have become a lot more spacious. From his angle, he could just see Vernon lying on the ground and Harry standing behind the shield.

"so cool!!"

Well, Dudley shouted with his eyes shining.

"What kind of game is this?!!"

"Obviously, this isn't a game," Harry sighed.

This bad-tempered and playful cousin was exactly the same as he remembered. In a sense, Harry, who was already in his thirties, no longer cared about what happened in the past, especially the dispute between children.

Just a calf.

“My house!!!”

Cracks had already appeared on the snow-white walls. The house was crumbling, and Aunt Petunia's screams, Uncle Vernon's shouts, and Dudley's yelling overhead gave Harry a splitting headache - it had been many years since he had been in such a noisy environment.

The last time I encountered this kind of situation was when the orcs were holding a meeting and everyone was howling at the top of their lungs.

But no matter what - we can't let anyone get hurt, right?

So at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England.

Gray smoke mixed with dust rose straight into the sky. This small house with a history of more than ten years collapsed in the smoke and turned into ruins.

——It can’t be said to be a complete ruin?
Vernon, Petunia and Dudley fell to the ground and propped themselves up. At the last moment before the house collapsed, the water pulled them all to Harry's side. Now, they were staring with their mouths wide open in amazement at their nephew, whom they had never looked at directly before.

To be more precise, they should be looking at the rock that was like a giant god covering the four people's heads - er, house?
Huh? In short, it is a giant made of broken house fragments mixed with reinforced concrete bricks.

If placed in Azeroth, this giant would definitely have an appropriate and accurate name - Concrete Earth Elemental, or it could be called Concrete Brick Giant or something else, depending on the discoverer's preference.

It was this rock giant who used his broad arms and body to block the collapsed house, so that the four people were not hurt in the collapse of the house.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon," Harry sighed. He turned to look at the three relatives who were still stunned. "I didn't expect that the spells here would draw earth elements directly from the surroundings instead of from the earth elemental world... I will compensate for the loss caused."

Uncle Fenon - Uncle Fenon did not answer. He was not angry or afraid or anything. Maybe he had not reacted yet.

The best way to describe it is to be dumbfounded.

Crack!

There was no time for his uncle and aunt to comfort him. With a series of short explosions, Harry looked past the ruins of the house and saw many people in robes appearing out of thin air on the street next to the house.

——It really appeared out of thin air, not like there was a portal first and then someone walked over.

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