Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 12. The Weasley brothers and the playful Hermione

"Isn't it amazing? You came here alone? Where are your parents?" Noticing Harry's look, the witch raised her eyebrows. "I am a Metamorphmagus. I can change my appearance at will. You - wait - you are Harry Potter?"

The witch suddenly moved closer and saw the lightning-shaped scar under Harry's hair on his forehead.

"Wait? Did I hear you wrong?"

"Maybe it wasn't you who heard it wrong, but I did?"

"That name?"

"The boy?"

"So kind?"

"So familiar?"

"—Harry Potter?"

The last name was called out by two voices at the same time, while the previous few sentences were spoken by one person each, just like a drama.

Then Harry saw a pair of red-haired boys appearing from his left and right.

"Oh, Fred, George, why are you here?" The witch sighed even more, as if she had seen some big trouble.

"Hey! Tonks, you can't do this," one of the red-haired boys protested, and his brother added another.

"Yes, as a senior who will graduate this year, why can't you be more caring towards your juniors?"

"Yes, yes. Come to think of it, will you attend the dinner?" Fred asked curiously.

"Of course," Tonks said, shaking her red hair. "This is my last matriculation dinner at Hogwarts. Even Moody wouldn't be so heartless as to let me miss such a special moment."

"Oh, Auror," George sighed, "Hufflepuff celebrities, Metamorphmagus has a huge advantage. I heard that other seventh years are worried about finding jobs."

"I'm not an Auror yet. I was just assigned to the Auror office as a course experience... Only if you perform well can you participate in the training." Tonks sighed, "I'm always clumsy - let's not talk about this, you should just go in quickly."

"By the way, take our Bull Boy!"

Well, I can only say that Tonks said this with gritted teeth. Except for the initial focus on the scar, her eyes have been fixed on the pair of horns.

The red-haired twins were so familiar with each other that it was scary. They hugged Harry's shoulders with a smile and rushed into the wall between platforms nine and ten, surrounding him.

"...Did I disappoint you by not showing any fear?" Harry raised his eyebrows when he saw the twins' expressions after they rushed into the platform.

The thoughts of this child are too obvious.

"Of course not," one of the red-haired boys introduced himself, "I'm Fred, he's George, we're the Weasley brothers - would you like to meet us?"

"Harry Potter, a Minotaur," Harry also held out his hand, "You must have recognized my name before I did."

"Hahahahahahahahaha", the twins laughed out loud, "Harry, you are so funny, I have a feeling -"

"This year, our prank career will take a turn for the better."

Harry also thought that the twins were quite interesting because they always had the habit of talking to each other, and the other one could always say exactly what the other wanted to say - as if their minds were connected.

Well, it is possible that they are indeed connected.

"Yes, Fred," George's eyes almost lit up, and he sighed deeply, "Look at this creativity, unprecedented creativity!"

“Minotaur!!” Fred clenched his fists. “A magical creature called Minotaur that has never existed in the magic world! Amazing idea!”

It seemed that the twins regarded Harry's self-proclaimed ideas as the fantasy of a child's genius, but Harry had no intention of explaining it seriously.

"You even put it into practice directly on your own head! What great courage and genius you have! You will definitely be a Gryffindor, Harry!"

"That's right!" George came closer and looked at Harry's horns carefully. "Human body transformation? It seems that it is not human body transformation, but other objects are transformed and then attached to your own body? But no matter what, this Transfiguration alone is enough for Professor McGonagall to give you 30 points. After all, you are just a first-year wizard who has not yet entered the school."

"Why thirty points? I think it's worth fifty points - provided that it's after school starts." Fred nodded repeatedly, "Of course, it's more likely that he used dangerous Transfiguration on himself -"

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!"

Suddenly putting on a serious expression, George imitated an old voice.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

The two brothers just burst into laughter.

This really made Harry laugh. Although he had not yet met Professor McGonagall, he could see what the two funny brothers were acting out.

"Come on, Harry, let us help you carry your luggage up." Patting Harry on the shoulder, Fred said with a smile, "Even for a minotaur, these luggages are too heavy."

"Hey, Fred, be careful with your words," George said in a fake serious tone, "Don't underestimate the power of the Minotaur!"

"That's right, don't underestimate the power of the Minotaur," Harry nodded, and under the shocked gazes of Fred and George, he picked up his suitcase and boarded the train.

Don't underestimate the wisdom of the shaman!
With the ability to obtain enough herbs from Diagon Alley for medicinal baths, as well as adequate diet and exercise, Harry was like a balloon being inflated during this period - his entire body began to fill up.

This "full" certainly does not mean that the whole person is filled up like a puff, but at first glance, Harry's figure is no longer as thin as before - he has shoulders and muscles, and the whole person looks a lot broader.

"Oh, all right." Fred shrugged and said as Harry stepped onto the train. "Then, Harry, you just need to pick a compartment you like and wait until you arrive at Hogwarts."

"Yes, if it were next year we might invite you to our carriage to spend the boring travel time together, but not this year," George shook his finger.

"That's right, not this year," Fred said, "We can't ruin a little wizard's wonderful time before school and the romance of enjoying the scenery along the way - maybe you can meet a compatible partner of the same age on the way." "Indeed, that will be your greatest wealth in the next seven years."

They appeared and left in style, and after sending Harry to an empty train compartment, the lively twins left without looking back - they did not treat Harry specially because of his fame, and seemed to only regard him as a promising junior and a fellow traveler.

Harry quite likes people with this kind of personality. It's relaxing to get along with them. Moreover, although they seem to be keen on playing pranks and making trouble, they are actually very sensible.

...Although for Harry, he doesn't actually need any friends of the same age or people he can play with.

It’s enough for Niu Niu to just be himself.

After putting away his luggage, Harry took out a book and placed it in front of him, intending to use it as a pastime for the boring time that was about to begin. However, he had no intention of reading it for now. He was looking out the window at the parents who were standing on the platform to see their children off to the train.

Harry saw the platinum-haired boy who kept talking to him in Madam Malkin's robe shop that day but was ignored... and his father. The boy was being hugged and kissed hard by his mother.

Then they saw a group of red-haired people. The Weasley brothers were among them. They were probably their family members.

Quite lively.

Just as Harry was silently adapting to the invisible tension brought about by being surrounded by humans, suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the box.

"Come in," Harry said, turning his head, and saw a brown-haired girl standing at the door with her luggage.

"Excuse me, is there any vacant seat here?"

"Of course," adhering to the Taurus' spirit of being helpful, Harry stood up and helped the girl put up her luggage.

"Are you reading? What are you reading?" As soon as she sat down, she started talking as if she couldn't hold it back. The little girl spoke like a string of pearls: "I also read a lot of books, but I don't know if they can be used in school... Aba Aba, Waibi Babu, Jili Gulu, Didi Bo Jidi Di Bo Bo Ye."

Uh, the little girl's next words sounded more or less like this to Harry, like a buzzing sound - he didn't hear a word of it.

Indeed, Harry could actually hear every word the little girl said, and logically he could understand them, but because it was too long and too fast, Harry's brain automatically blocked out the following words.

Instinct, isn't it amazing?
Harry is actually quite afraid of this kind of people, because they are really talkative.

When he was in Azeroth, he often fell for the goblins' quick sales pitches. When Harry came to his senses, he found that he had inexplicably bought a lot of things that he would never use, such as soap, which was a useless thing that could not clean clothes except for making big bubbles.

Damn goblins.

Niu Niu is not happy.

"…Hello? Hello! Can you hear me?"

When Harry came to his senses, he saw the little girl looking at him angrily, her eyes almost spitting fire, and one of her hands kept waving in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, you spoke too much and too fast, I didn't hear you." As an honest minotaur, Harry's philosophy is to never tell lies, not even white lies.

And when it came time to tell a lie, Harry would remain silent.

——It has been like this since he met Dumbledore before. Harry will not lie, he will just not say anything, or only say what can be said.

So the little girl became even angrier and her whole face turned red.

"I! Am! Saying!", each word was squeezed out from between his teeth, "What book are you reading? Why do you have horns on your head? I have read the book 'Encyclopedia of Magical Races', and there are no people with horns in it! And no matter how you look at it, you are a little wizard like me, why do you-"

"Stop!" Harry raised his hand. "That's enough. I usually can't hear the rest of a sentence if it's more than three paragraphs long."

It is quite reasonable that readers will not be able to read too many paragraphs.

The little girl's fever index is continuing to rise.

Harry held up the book in front of him to block the heat rays, and said under the cover of the book: "As you can see, I am a minotaur. You are not a racist, right?"

"I! - I'm certainly not a racist," the little girl suppressed her anger. She saw the name of the book - "Seeing the Future Through the Mist", "But are you really a minotaur? There is no such race in the book."

Deep down, the little girl would rather classify the boy in front of her as the kind her father and mother had mentioned - a person who does performance art, an artist.

It is true that many artists have strange behaviors and equip themselves with chicken wings or cow horns, or simply cover themselves with animal fur and pretend to be animals.

"Of course it is," Harry said firmly, "Just because you didn't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," the little girl was not convinced, but she still endured it. However, she cheered up quickly. "I have seen this book in a bookstore. It is said to be a textbook for Hogwarts Divination. When I wanted to buy a copy, the clerk said that it was a third-year course and that first-year wizards would not need it at all. After I bought it back, I really couldn't understand it - can you understand it? Why can you understand it? Do you really understand it?"

"Your sentence has more than three lines."

"I want you to take care of it!!!"

Harry's well-intentioned reminder was received with a harsh response. He sighed, which was very touching.

so fun.

"I just wanted to see what the Divination class at Hogwarts is like." Seeing that the girl might pounce on him and bite him if he teased her any further, Harry kindly changed the subject.

"So you really understand it?" The little girl's eyebrows were raised high enough to kill a fly. "Third grade course?"

"Only some of the things in this book are useful, and the rest... are somewhere between useful and useless." Harry closed the book in front of him and sighed. "I didn't expect the wizard's divination class to be so bad. Can it be used to teach students?"

"...It sounds like you already know how to tell fortunes," the little girl couldn't help but complain, "That's the textbook the professor chose."

"Of course," Harry raised his eyebrows. "What's the problem? If divination can't really let people see the future and make corresponding decisions based on the predictions, then isn't it a liar? In the tribe, such a fake prophet would be forked to death."

"From what I've read in this book, most of it teaches you how to deceive yourself - how to imagine things based on the facts in reality, and how to find similar corresponding patterns or situations to make up a story. This is wrong."

(End of this chapter)