Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 11. Dumbledore's Refusal and Harry in Full Armor

"Don't worry, James, Lily," Dumbledore looked serious. "I will pay attention to investigating this matter and try my best to find evidence of Sirius' innocence. But you also have to understand that the problem now is that Sirius himself is unwilling to come out, otherwise he would not have kept silent when he was caught."

"Besides, so many years have passed. If I want to overturn his case, it would be difficult for me to do so without solid evidence." Dumbledore sighed, "Many things back then have already been concluded."

"I think it will be difficult even if there is solid evidence. The Minister of Magic will not agree," Snape said sarcastically, "He only cares about his own approval rating, and as long as this matter is brought up, his approval rating will definitely drop."

"Oh, you can't be so absolute, Severus." Dumbledore turned around and said with a smile, "After all, when Sirius was tried, Fudge hadn't come on stage yet."

"Thank you very much, Professor Dumbledore," James and Lily expressed their gratitude sincerely.

"You're welcome. We all want to see the wicked get punished." Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "But after saying so much, can you satisfy the curiosity of an old man like me?"

"As far as I know, eleven years ago, both you and Lily chose to move on in the face of death, rather than returning to the world as ghosts." Dumbledore looked at the two souls and asked curiously, "If that's the case, why are you in this form now...?"

James and Lily looked at each other.

"Actually, I don't know what we are now," James answered readily. "In the afterlife, Lily and I just heard Harry's voice suddenly, and then saw him appear in front of us - and finally came back inexplicably."

A very good answer, which Dumbledore did not understand at all.

"Harry's calling?" Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Harry and said, "Is it the mysterious magic ritual that Mrs. Figg mentioned? Like I saw a few days ago, as long as you want?"

"You can understand it this way, Headmaster Dumbledore." After thinking about it, Harry didn't think that this kind of thing could be concealed, so he said directly: "It can be regarded as my talent. After Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley, I read in some books that there are ghosts in the wizarding world. I wondered if I could see my parents... and then I tried to call them."

Talent, Harry liked this word that Ollivander always said, because it saved him a lot of time in explaining.

Why can't you do it? Why can't you understand?

Because you have no talent, and if you don't have it, you don't have it. No matter how much you say, you won't understand. It's simply perfect.

I was born with supernatural powers!

This incident is also recorded in "Justice, My Foot".

"Thinking, and then trying to call," Dumbledore repeated, staring into Harry's eyes.

Dumbledore's expression was as if he had seen a Puffball open its mouth and swallow a dragon, or as if he had seen Grindelwald dancing in a skirt in a Paris square.

Highlight an incredible one.

Snape instinctively opened his mouth to make a sarcastic remark, but the moment he was about to blurt it out he saw Lily's soul opposite him, so he suppressed the words - I can only say that he had a hard time holding it back.

"I think I have found this year's Order of Merlin recipient for the Wizengamot, Dumbledore."

Well, Snape couldn't help it in the end; decades of instinct were too strong.

The main reason is that what Harry said was a bit too understated and too outrageous. It was like a primitive man sharing nuclear fusion technology with you, which was bizarre even in a wizarding society full of magic.

"Oh, Severus, perhaps over the years we have underestimated the miracles that little wizards can bring about." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, then said humorously, "So Harry, can your magic work on other people? I mean, can it bring back souls for other people?"

With a deep gaze, Dumbledore chose not to delve into it.

Harry could feel that this was actually the question Dumbledore really wanted to ask and what he really cared about.

"Yes," Harry nodded and said, "As long as that person is connected to you by blood, as long as there is longing and emotional connection between you, then with blood as the guide, the ancestors will respond to your call."

"Oh... that's not an ancestor..." Dumbledore muttered softly.

"So, do you need me to perform the ceremony for you? Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry said with a raised eyebrow.

But this time, Dumbledore didn't speak. He was silent for a long time.

long time.

"...No, not yet." Finally, Dumbledore shook his head and talked about something unrelated. "Speaking of which, I remember why the Ministry of Magic summoned me today."

"There was some movement in the Hall of the Dead in the Department of Mysteries. To put it simply, that's where wizards study the mysteries of death," Dumbledore said, looking at Harry seriously. "It happened this afternoon, not long ago."

Dumbledore's implication was clear.

"I know you are a very talented child, Harry, and very mature. At least I couldn't do this when I was your age," Dumbledore said sincerely, "but Harry, I hope you can use this power carefully, okay?"

"Of course," Harry nodded, "Principal Dumbledore, if you need anything, you can always call me. I'm happy to help."

As for why Dumbledore refuses now... again, Tauruses know how to take care of other people's privacy.

Dumbledore is in trouble.

Compared to Dumbledore's privacy, Harry was more curious about the Department of Mysteries and the Hall of the Dead - would the use of soul magic to recall the souls of ancestors cause reactions in other places?

Harry wanted to go there and take a look. This world really did hold many secrets.

"May Mother Earth protect you."

Bending slightly, Harry saw off Dumbledore and Snape who came to visit him, ignored Snape's frequent glances back at the soul beside him, and closed the door directly.

Magic is magic after all, and Harry would not constrain his parents' souls to accompany him. James and Lily could not actually stay for too long. It was only because Lily really had something to say to her sister Petunia that they stayed a little longer.

As for what kind of mood Aunt Petunia would feel when she saw her sister's spirit appear before her...

Harry went upstairs early, and he was unaware of the screaming and kicking sounds downstairs.

He loves to study, and wizards’ textbooks are really interesting.

Harry's last month at the Dursleys' was a very comfortable one.

He could study magic freely, use the magic of this world freely, and indulge in the magic of a wizard.

This time, no matter how much Jaina jumped in front of him and laughed at him for being just a borrower of elemental power, Harry could answer her confidently - What are you laughing at? I am also a wizard!

Mage! Cool!

Magic! Cool!

And Harry also adapted to the wand, a wizard's exclusive equipment - just like the demon hunter's glaive, Harry's understanding of the wand is the four words "exclusive equipment", which can greatly enhance the power of wizards' spells and save and sort out their magic power, which is equivalent to strengthening control and endurance.

Purple Epic!!
Ollivander's wand, purple quality, seven gold each, ten times compensation if fake, limited quantity, hurry if you want to buy, first come first served.

Too extravagant for wizarding society.

Before the start of school at Hogwarts, Harry finally got the equipment he had ordered for so long - a warhammer with a shield and half a body of mail armor.

The moment he put on the mail armor, even though there were still many parts missing, an invisible sense of security filled Harry's heart - this was the right feeling!
He picked up the warhammer and swung it again. It was neither light nor heavy, just the right size. The goblin's craftsmanship was indeed authentic - the size was also just right for Harry's current age. He would have to rebuild it later.

"Phew, my mission is now complete. Please check out," Tongquan said, wiping the non-existent sweat from his forehead. "To be honest, it's fortunate that it was your order and that you made this kind of toy. Otherwise, we would be in big trouble."

"What do you mean?" Harry looked at the copper circle in surprise. "I have read your history. Aren't goblins only required not to use wands?"

"In fact, magic weapons, especially magic armor, are not allowed either," the copper circle waved his hand in disgust. "I don't know how the people from the Ministry of Magic got the news and came to us. Fortunately, we didn't violate any rules. Muggle blacksmiths can also make this kind of toy."

"I see," Harry nodded, "That makes sense. Armor is indeed more important."

At least after putting on magic armor, many spells will find it difficult to cause damage to the target, which is not conducive to the wizard's management of goblins, an alien species that has launched many rebellions.

After all, Harry had discovered that the wizards in this world were mostly very weak physically.

"Oh! You have no idea what we goblins have endured," complained the Copper Circle.

"I know you lost the fight," Harry said mercilessly, "Here, this is the agreed reward."

"Ha, okay, we lost...at least we got some money," Tongquan muttered.

"Stop complaining, Copper Circle," Harry turned and said, "Among goblins, you are at least a reputable goblin, which is good."

"What's the use of having credibility?" The copper circle yawned, "I didn't even have a chance to sit at the table during Gringotts' year-end meeting. I can only watch the gate to make a living."

"Yes," Harry said seriously, "I have an idea, but it cannot be implemented yet. If you are willing to believe me, you may be able to seize a chance to make a fortune - and then you can sit at the table at Gringotts meetings."

"...Are you serious?" Tongquan was stunned for a moment. He looked at the famous person in the magical world in front of him seriously.

Harry, wearing matte mail, had already put his warhammer on his waist and his shield on his back. He was now wrapping himself in a cloak to make himself less conspicuous.

"Of course, I'm Harry Potter," Harry emphasized, adhering to the principle of using his fame wherever possible.

"...Okay, great man," thought about what he had read in the newspaper before, and Copper Circle stretched out his hand, "Then I'll wait for you first. Anyway, the lifespan of fairies is long enough."

"The friendship of the Minotaur will not let you down," Harry shook the goblin's hand in return.

"Yes, Minotaur," the copper ring grumbled, "really..."

He looked at the top of Harry's head, or to be more precise, at the sides of his forehead - there stood a pair of small horns, as if they had grown naturally.

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Compared to children of the same age, Harry's biggest advantage is that he has enough patience and understanding beyond his age.

At least at the age of eleven, few children can sit down patiently and read one book after another, which is just a large volume of pure text without even any illustrations.

After reading several books including "Hogwarts, A History", "Modern History of Magic", "Important Magical Events of the 20th Century", "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts", etc., Harry had a general idea of what the wizarding world was like. He also understood what had happened eleven years ago and why he was so famous and popular.

Reading history makes people wise - it's a pity that all mankind can learn from history is that mankind can learn nothing from history.

But for Harry, he at least understood some of the taboos of wizards.

Ignoring the strange looks from others, Harry stood on the platform of King's Cross Station with his luggage, looking for the platform nine and three-quarters that Hagrid had mentioned.

There is Platform Nine and Platform Ten, but there is no Platform Nine and Three Quarters – so, is this another little wizarding humor?

Harry was already searching a wall, like the one leading from the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley.

"...Excuse me?" When Harry was looking for it, a weak voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Can you please go to the platform quickly? It's killing me to prevent the Muggles from noticing the abnormality here - especially you who are so abnormal! What do those horns mean?!"

By the time he finished speaking, his voice was filled with gnashing of teeth.

When Harry turned around, he saw a witch holding her wand and staring at him.

"Ministry officials?" Harry asked curiously.

"Of course - I'm just an intern," the witch tossed her hair proudly, then gritted her teeth, "I don't want to be expelled for not being able to do such a small thing as asking Muggles not to notice the new students, so could you please lift your legs and walk into the platform?"

As the witch spoke, her hair suddenly changed from black to a dazzling red, and then suddenly to a dark wine red.

(End of this chapter)