Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 113 112. Potter's Old House and the Warm Traces of the Past
When Harry first entered the door, he saw a line of words flashing on the right side of the door. When several people approached, it lit up and displayed the words "Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Sealed in 1981".

After walking in, Harry also saw a dusty parchment on the cabinet on the right side of the porch. Harry flicked his fingers, and the dust disappeared without a trace, at least it would no longer prevent people from seeing the words on it.

"Very good silent and wandless cleaning spell, Harry." Noticing this, Dumbledore said with a strange look on his face, "If this was in school, I'm afraid I would give you at least 20 points for this trick - but if I remember correctly, you should have signed a notice before leaving school."

"Remember to keep it a secret from the Ministry of Magic for me, thank you," Harry said without even looking up. "Although I think casting a spell in Godric's Hollow shouldn't attract the Ministry of Magic's owl, but if it does come, could you help to testify that it was you who cast the spell just now?"

"Ahaha, it seems I have one more way to use it," Dumbledore said humorously, "Although many people have used me in this way, you are the only one who has done it directly to your face."

Refers to taking the blame.

"Two servings."

"make a deal."

In just a few words, Harry and Dumbledore reached an agreement.

While speaking, Harry was looking at the parchment in his hand, which was still the sealed file left by the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes:

1981.11.1 Dark magic items confiscated: 0 items.

1981.11.3 Cleaned up dangerous magical plants: 3 poisonous tentacles, 1 small piece of devil's snare

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1982.1.15 Placement and Maintenance Spell: Permanent Fixation Spell
There are not many such records, only a few in total, and the time span is getting longer and longer. The last record was on September 1984.9.3, . The Ministry of Magic sent people to inspect the Potter house and took away a Boggart and several dark magic creatures that chose to make their home here.

"Don't worry, Harry." Dumbledore showed a rare serious expression. "I can assure you that even the Ministry of Magic would not take away anything valuable in this old house at that time. You must know that even in the most difficult times, the Ministry of Magic did not sided with Voldemort. Many respectable Aurors fought on the front line, fighting Voldemort and his minions."

"I'm not worried about the property, Dumbledore," Harry shook his head slightly, "I'm just considering whether to completely demolish the house and rebuild it or repair it. It's been almost eight years since the Ministry of Magic last sent someone here, and no one knows what lives in it... Do you have any suggestions?"

"Oh, I know how to answer this question," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Putting aside the historical significance of this house, if you want to tear it down and rebuild it, it will take at least half a year before you can move in - but if it's just repairing it, I think it won't take more than a few days before you can almost live in it."

"Then I choose the latter," Harry made the decision immediately.

"I guess so." Dumbledore nodded and continued, "Considering that the person standing in front of you is an old man who has never married and knows nothing about housework, why don't you ask your friends for help? Mrs. Weasley should be happy to help you."

"If that happens, one of my new friends will probably be very sad" Harry said seriously, "Alfred?"

With a snap, Alfu appeared beside Harry wearing his own outfit.

"Afu is happy to do that!" Afu shouted excitedly as he appeared, "Afu will clean the whole house very cleanly! There will definitely not be anything that would damage Master Harry's reputation!"

The house-elf was simply brimming with energy. When he thought about how, after he cleaned up the old Potter house and took good care of it, Harry would be able to move back into his own home and would no longer have to live with relatives, Alfred was so moved that he wanted to cry.

Well, actually, this is one of the main reasons why Uncle Vernon agreed to embark on this magical journey today.

"Alfred?" Dumbledore looked at the house-elf's clothes carefully, then smiled and said, "You dressed him to look like a gentleman, Harry. Is this the day--?"

What Dumbledore didn't finish was what happened in Malfoy Manor that day. Fawkes told Dumbledore everything he saw after returning.

"Yes," Harry nodded, "Actually, Alfu is my butler now. I hired him at 11 Galleons a month - compared to what he can do, this price is a bit too cheap."

"It's already very high!" Ah Fu, who was busy with his work with shining eyes, took the time to turn around and shouted: "No house elf has ever received such a high salary as Ah Fu! Never! No, they don't get any salary at all!!"

"That's great," Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction. He seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Dudley's shout from the living room.

"Harry! Come and see! Fairies! There are fairies!!"

"...I guess what he saw was a vixen," Harry said casually. He took out a lot of bottles and jars from his pocket and handed them to Alfu, then walked towards the living room.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had already surrounded Dudley, and they were staring intently at the little thing in front of them. It had the body size of a human, but was very small, and its body was covered with thick black hair, but it had two more arms and two legs than a human. The wings behind it looked very thick, curved into an arc, and sparkling, and were more like the wings of a beetle.

Four-armed Divine Emperor (not)↓

"She is indeed a vixen," Harry said with a headache.

"Fox Charm? What is that?" Uncle Fenon asked about these magic-related things with rare curiosity.

To be precise, after entering the Potter's old house, Uncle Vernon had been looking around with a...comparative mindset.

"It's also called a biting fairy. Be careful, Dudley." Harry suddenly patted Dudley's back hard, because the boy had stretched out his hand when he heard the word fairy. "Didn't you hear me say it's a biting fairy? It has two rows of poisonous teeth. Although the poison is not fatal, it will hurt a lot if you get bitten."

Upon hearing this, Dudley, who was afraid of the pain, quickly withdrew his hand.

"So there are other fairies?" Dudley asked curiously, "And why did you give me this?"

While the two were talking, Harry gave a bottle of potion to each of his aunt's family.

"Antidote." Harry explained to Aunt Petunia, who looked nervous, "If you are bitten by a vixen by accident, remember to drink it in time."

"...Can't we stay away from these scary things?" He looked at the potion in his hand, and then at the creature that was waving its fangs at a few people. Uncle Vernon was sure that he saw the fangs flashing with cold light in the creature's mouth. His scalp tingled as he asked, "I mean - we must provoke it?"

"This is my home, uncle," Harry said delicately, "If I want to live here peacefully, I have to ask them to leave. Actually, you don't need to do anything. Ah Fu will clean everything up. I give you the antidote just in case you get bitten accidentally in the room. After all, there are a lot of vixens in this kind of abandoned house."

"Uh, don't you need my help?" Aunt Petunia asked in surprise, "This is your home after all... I mean, if you need help cleaning, I can help."

"That's not necessary, Penny," the portrait hanging on the living room wall suddenly interrupted, "This is a wizard's house after all. It would be bad if you were hurt by something unknown while cleaning."

The one who spoke was Lily. The portrait of her and James when they got married was hung here. She looked very happy at the moment.

As for James, he was greeting Harry warmly in the portrait. "That's right! Mrs. Petunia!" Alfred suddenly appeared between several people, holding a tray with five cups of black tea in it, one for each person present, "Please sit down and have a rest!"

In the area where the few people were currently, the coffee table had already been blown into pieces in the accident that year, but the sofa was still partially intact. Ah Fu diligently removed the dust and glass fragments on the sofa, and the few people could see that the sofa cover had already been bleached into grayish white by the sun.

"Oh, okay." Compared to Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, who had a certain understanding of everything related to magic many years ago, was much calmer - but to be honest, the fact that the portrait of her dead sister was having a passionate conversation with her was somewhat beyond her imagination.

Harry was quite surprised that Uncle Vernon did not argue with James's portrait - perhaps because Uncle Vernon felt that he had already won.

The two of them had indeed had an argument and parted unhappily, but after all, he was still alive, while James was already a dead man, and even his children had to rely on him to grow up.

This fact made the portrait James somewhat ashamed in front of Fenon, and he was evasive in his words.

——Harry had no intention of getting involved in such sentimentality between the older generations. He was directing Dumbledore to repair the damaged roof.

"There, there's another hole," said Harry, pointing to the corner on the right side of the roof.

"You know what? Harry, I thought something would change today, but I didn't expect nothing to change." Dumbledore held up his elder wand and said with a complicated expression: "It seems that I was too happy before entering the door."

"I can't help it. It's obvious that many spells were used to reinforce the old Potter house when it was built. You can see that it's also a repair spell, but my spell can't have any effect on it." Harry said with a puzzled look on his face: "Why is your spell so much stronger than mine? It's like it has changed fundamentally."

It is no longer the case that Harry has just entered the magical world and knows nothing about the magic in this world. Due to the short time limit, Harry's current research on the spells of this world is still in the simple learning stage, and what he has learned are some common and commonly used spells. As for the theory of magic, he has not delved into it in depth.

Even though Harry was already able to cast simple spells like the Cleansing Charm without a wand and silently, in his opinion, there wasn't really any fundamental change required to achieve this.

A more resolute will, a more stable output of magic power, and stronger control to force the magic power to move along a fixed trajectory - this way, silent and wandless spells can be used, and at most the power will be weakened when these three things are not met.

But even if Harry took out his wand and cast the Repairing Spell with all his strength, he couldn't achieve the level of Dumbledore... This was not a result that could be achieved by improving those three abilities, but a kind of change that Harry didn't know.

If it wasn't necessary, who would be willing to wait at the door of the headmaster's office in the middle of the night waiting for Dumbledore to show up?
"Oh, when you live long enough, you can do it easily," Dumbledore said vaguely, "To be honest, I think you are very good now, Harry. When I was your age, I was still learning the Levitation Charm."

"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

It seemed to Harry that Dumbledore was obviously avoiding the question and refusing to tell the truth - he didn't believe that Dumbledore would honestly only learn the Levitation Charm in his first year.

After all, even Hermione's learning progress went beyond the Levitation Charm.

And when Harry gave up the idea of tearing down and rebuilding the house that had been reinforced many times by the Potter ancestors, things suddenly became simple.

Twelve years ago, Voldemort killed James in the living room. James did try his best to resist, but the gap in strength could not be made up by courage. After killing James, Voldemort went all the way to the nursery. His purpose was very clear, which was to kill the baby in the prophecy.

And finally, in the Potter family's baby room, something happened that almost everyone in the entire wizarding world knew - Voldemort first killed Lily, and then when he wanted to kill Harry, he was killed by the Killing Curse that unexpectedly rebounded back.

From then on, the magical world had a brief period of peace.

Because of this, the entire Porter house suffered huge damage and the areas that needed repair were mainly the living room and the baby room, while the other rooms needed a thorough cleaning.

In the living room near the entrance hall, Harry tore off the damaged wallpaper, but unexpectedly found a line of crooked handwriting underneath - Prongs Exclusive Passage.

There was no doubt that Harry could guess with his ass that this was graffiti carved on the wall by his father when he was a teenager. Even the wallpaper was used to cover up his own mischief when he was young so that it would not be seen by his own children.

Harry could even imagine the smile on James' face when he was putting up the wallpaper... so much so that when Harry realized it, he was surprised to find that the corners of his mouth had actually curled up without him knowing when.

In the baby room at the back of the house, Harry even saw a series of tooth marks with peeling paint on the guardrail of the crib where he had slept before - it was obviously not tooth marks left by humans, but more like marks left by canines such as dogs or wolves.

Next to this line of teeth marks was a string of handwriting that looked like dog crawling, crooked and not much different from the marks left by James on the wall outside. It said: The Godfather passed the acceptance in August 1980.

Harry couldn't even help laughing.

What kind of acceptance is this? Is it a dental inspection?

Although he had never met his godfather, Harry had already formed a general image of him in his mind from James and Lily's descriptions and the bits and pieces he accidentally discovered before him - at least he was playful and lively.

Hmm, I don't know why it doesn't sound like a word to describe the Godfather.

Everything in the Potter mansion is well preserved. At least in this respect, the Ministry of Magic has done a good job. They have preserved almost everything in the house as a commemoration, so that when Harry returned here twelve years later, the scene he could see was no different from when his parents lived here.

It can be honestly said that Harry felt warm in his heart when he was sorting out these old things - for the first time, he felt so clearly the love of his biological parents and their expectations for him.

And there is the concern that cannot be conveyed.

On the padded table in the baby's room, there was an open notebook with a line of beautiful handwriting on it, probably left by Lily: Remember to cast an anti-collision charm on Harry's toy broom, he almost bumped into the chandelier today.

Something that was once broken and missing corners is constantly being filled in Harry's heart. That is his impression of his biological parents, a cognition, a memory.

When Harry walked out of the baby's room, Alfred was using a vixen killer to fight the vixens that were infesting the room.

In the corners of the cabinets, in the folds of the piled-up curtains, inside the sofas - those vixens had even eaten away some of the furniture and hid themselves inside.

Well-deserving of the title of the number one pest in wizarding households, seeing one of these vixens means that they are already everywhere in your home, just like cockroaches in a Muggle household.

The corridor was even filled with the corpses of vixens that Ah Fu had cleared out from a room after disinfecting them. Dudley was pinching these little things with two fingers with great interest, trying to see the fangs in their mouths clearly... uh, or pull out one or two legs.

"Be careful, don't eat it," Harry gave a kind reminder.

"Go away, you're the only one who'll eat this kind of thing." Rolling his eyes, Dudley said unhappily, "I won't eat it unless you eat one first."

Of course Harry wouldn't eat it.

(End of this chapter)