Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 121 120. Mr. Granger, the Magic Lover, and the Growing Angry Corner
The Grangers really did know it all.

Whether it was the things Harry Potter had done at school or his magic suitcase, young Hermione had excitedly talked about them countless times at home - it was hard to tell whether there were any hints behind Hermione's urging letters that she sent one after another.

Well... For example, today you ask, "Aren't your friends coming to see you?", and tomorrow you ask, "Let's talk about that suitcase again..."

That's about it.

Mr. Granger wanted very much to see a creature that he once thought was just a fantasy but actually existed in the real world - a dragon.

And now, he was finally going to get his wish.

Mr. Granger was the first one to rush into the box, and even Ron couldn't get him there… When a man's heart is burning with passion, age doesn't matter - so when Ron was pushed away from the box, there was only a look of confusion on his face.

What happened?
By the time Mrs. Granger was helped to land steadily on the ground by Hermione, who had climbed down the ladder first and was waiting beside it, Mr. Granger had already rushed out of the room and into a sunny world.

"This is really - amazing!!" Unable to help but become excited, Mr. Granger greedily scanned everything around him.

The grass under his feet was real. When he bent down and pinched a few blades of grass, he could smell the fresh fragrance of green grass.

You can faintly hear the sound of water falling from the sky, and from time to time you can see birds flying over the forest in the distance. There is also the golden sun in the sky. No matter how you look at it, it is no different from the real sun, so warm and so dazzling.

——It is completely hard to imagine that I am in a suitcase that is not even as high as my legs, and that there is such a broad and huge world in that small suitcase.

"Right! Dad! This is magic!" Hermione said excitedly, her hands proudly on her waist, "I told you so!"

Because of the ban on minors casting spells outside of school, Hermione was like a poor person who had treasure but could not spend it and had to endure hunger and cold. No matter how curious her father and mother were, they could only describe it with simple words - and words are pale after all, so no matter how much they said, it would only increase curiosity and regret.

Usually, Hermione can only use some small shamanic spells at home to satisfy her parents' curiosity, but she has only established a connection with the earth element so far, and she can't make any big scenes. And if it's just a small scene, the earth element can't be as fancy as the other elements.

Well, it's really easy to lose the novelty of throwing and piling up dirt. Even Diandian became familiar and boring after hanging around at home for a week or two.

"Yes, yes, magic is the most powerful," Mrs. Granger smiled helplessly. She reached out and tapped her precious daughter's nose. "Look at how proud you are. If someone didn't know, they would think this box was yours."

"——We are good friends with Harry!" Hermione's face turned red again, this was because she was anxious. She spoke very quickly: "And we also helped Harry build this house. There are also special rooms for us in this house! Mom, you don't even know these..."

She was talking in a jumbled mess, like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, and it was even difficult for people to think as fast as she spoke.

"So Harry, where's Wrathhorn?" Ron asked excitedly, "It's been so long, she should have grown up, right?"

"Uh, you don't want her to take you up to the sky, do you?" Neville said weakly, "Let me make it clear first, I won't go up."

When Wrathhorn was just a baby dragon, she once bit Ron's hand with her poisonous mouth. At that time, Ron endured the pain and swore that he would never get close to any dragon again in his life.

Obviously, Ron has forgotten his oath now - but Neville hasn't.

If Ron only swore an oath verbally but could not overcome his manly passion, then Nevicko swore deeply in his heart and would never break it no matter what.

"Hey, it's okay, Neville." Ron patted Neville's shoulder and said carelessly, "Hasn't Wrathhorn been tamed by Harry? Believe in Harry - believe it!"

"I have no objection," Harry shrugged and said, "Well, judging from the way you look, you probably won't want to do anything else before you see Wrathhorn, so let's go straight over there."

No one will have a problem with this decision.

In this suitcase world, most of the food that Wrathhorn eats on a daily basis is obtained by hunting by himself. However, in order to facilitate the development of feelings, Harry sometimes chooses to feed his dragon in a fixed place - the reason why he doesn't feed it next to the house is because Wrathhorn's appearance when eating is really not very particular.

Even though Harry had never made her hungry during any of their meals, Wrathhorn always acted as if he would not eat any more after finishing his meal. He was a mad dog to the point of being nine or ten percent crazy. He also loved to eat raw food, unlike the other dragons in this world who would roast their food before eating.

The scene was filled with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the ground was covered with broken flesh and bone fragments... It looked quite scary at first glance.

After passing through the forest next to Harry's cabin, before they had even completely walked out, they heard a strange grunting sound, as if a huge creature was thrashing around, accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn, chewed, and swallowed...

Mr. Granger stopped suddenly.

"…Are you sure we are safe? Harry?" he asked nervously.

"It's absolutely safe. Wrathhorn is my partner and she won't hurt you." As it concerns the reputation of a good partner, Harry made a serious assurance.

"Okay," Mrs. Granger took a deep breath, and she subconsciously grabbed her husband's arm, and Hermione also held her other hand considerately.

Walking out of the forest, there was a clearing that was obviously reserved by humans. Hermione, Ron and Neville, the three people who had seen the Wrathhorn before, couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear of attracting the attention of the monster in front of them that was eating voraciously.

Wrathhorn has grown up.

Although she has not yet entered adolescence, her size has completely surpassed Hagrid's hut. You know, that hut is big enough for Hagrid to move around in.

After just a rough estimate, Ron discovered that if the size of its wings was taken into account, Wrathhorn's body was now almost the size of two Hagrid's huts. Its pitiful lizard-like head, which was quite small compared to its entire body when it was born, had grown enormous, as if it could swallow itself in one gulp.

The pitch-black scales all over her body reflected dazzling light under the sunlight above her head. Her scales were polished very well, to the extent that they could be used as mirrors. When she appeared in the sunlight, people couldn't even look directly at her body because it hurt their eyes.

Ah Fu... He is indeed a powerful house-elf who is conscientious and responsible, and can use his own initiative to exceed the task.

"Oh my God..." Finally, from the moment he walked out of the forest, Mr. Granger managed to squeeze out an imperceptible sound from his throat. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear that he would attract the attention of the giant beast opposite.

But - with such a big commotion, especially with Harry coming too, how could Wrathhorn not notice it?
She turned her head.

Before Harry and his friends arrived, Wrathful Horn was eating - and the one feeding her was Harry's current butler, Alfred.

His two suit trouser legs were shaking as if they were electrocuted. Ah Fu's face was still stained with tears and snot. He trembled as he poured the bucket of meat and bones he was holding in front of Nujiao.

This is already the seventh bucket. This is not ordinary meat. It is mixed with magic potions prepared by Harry... or witchcraft. In short, it is to feed Wrathhorn and make him stronger, far surpassing his own kind.

Because of this, when Wrathful Horn turned around, they saw a dragon head with sharp thorns, fierce eyes, and blood between its sharp teeth - there was even blood flowing down from the gaps between its teeth. They could no longer see the cute lizard they had seen when they were young. At this moment, Wrathful Horn made Ron and the other two unable to associate it with the kind and cute creatures like lizards. There was only one clear idea in their minds - that was a dragon.

Mrs. Granger's figure swayed, and she looked like she would faint at any moment.

"...Harry" Ron suddenly called Harry's name softly. He swallowed and said, "I suddenly have a stomachache... My whole body aches..."

His look really made Harry angry and amused. Ron's voice was obviously the loudest in the audience when he came over just now, and he kept talking about how familiar he was with Wrathful Horns. But when he really got in front of the dragon, he backed down faster than anyone else.

“Don’t be afraid.” Looking at the people who stopped at the same time, Harry said with a smile: “Angry Horn is no longer the little dragon she used to be. At least she can tell who is her enemy and who cannot be hurt.”

"Are you sure?" There was no trace of blood on Neville's face. He shrank back two steps, wishing he could find a rock to hide behind and completely disappear from the dragon's sight.

"I, I think I'd better just wait here," Neville stammered, "Well, I'm not that eager for a dragon anyway."

Neville felt that his curiosity and passion for dragons in this life might only exist during the dragon egg period and the week when the dragonlets just hatched, and there was no need to even think about anything beyond that.

"Okay," Harry sighed. He felt that it was impossible for him to convince Neville today, so he turned around and waved at Alfred, "Alfred!"

The next moment, Ah Fu appeared in front of him via apparition.

"Let me introduce you all." Motioning Alfred to wipe his snot and tears, Harry smiled and said to Ron and the others, "This is my newly hired butler. He is mainly responsible for helping me take care of the Potter Mansion and the Suitcase World. You can call him Alfred."

After wiping his snot and tears, Ah Fu straightened his back and displayed the demeanor of a professional butler. Unfortunately, his two legs, which were still trembling instinctively, had already betrayed him completely - of course, no one would expose this.

"I'm Ah Fu! I'm also Master Harry's butler!" Ah Fu bowed and said, "Welcome to Master Harry's world. If you have any needs, please tell me directly. Ah Fu will never let you down!"

"This is - a house elf?!" Ron exclaimed, "Harry, you actually hired an ownerless house elf?! Merlin's socks, are there still ownerless house elves now?"

The presence of Angry Horn was so conspicuous that except for Harry, the other people's attention was on Angry Horn and they didn't notice Alfu's existence at all.

"Master Harry saved Alfred!" Ron's words hit Alfred's heart. He wanted everyone to know the greatness of Harry Potter, and he screamed, "Master Harry gave Alfred freedom! Alfred is the happiest house-elf in the world!!!"

His words don't make sense, but that's what a house-elf is like.

"Okay, Alfred, there's no need to keep talking about these things." Harry rubbed his temple helplessly, "Can you please help me prepare some more meat? There's no need to mix it with potion this time, just leave it as it is."

"no problem!"

With a simple greeting, Alfu disappeared from the spot, leaving the curious Hermione and the others no chance to ask further questions.

The people didn't have to wait too long. After just a few seconds, Ah Fu appeared again with the iron bucket, and with it came a strong and pungent smell of blood - a freshly killed wild boar, the blood was still steaming and bubbling. This was Nujiao's favorite food at the moment.

The more fishy and pungent the smell is, the more she likes it, preferably mixed with blood. The more primitive the better.

To be honest, sometimes Harry would wonder if he had raised Wrathhorn to be a little... too wild, wondering if he would go crazy one day and take revenge on society or something. But every time Harry had such worries, he found that Wrathhorn always behaved very intimately and obediently in front of him, so he just left it alone.

"Well... good morning to all the new students at Hogwarts." He turned around and looked at the few people with a bucket full of meat in one hand and said, "Welcome to your first Care of Magical Creatures class. In this class, I will introduce you to dragons. You can just call me Professor Harry."

Normally he should be called Professor Potter, but on the one hand Harry is not a serious professor, and on the other hand this is also for fun, so it is not so formal.

"Yes, Professor Harry." Unexpectedly, the first person to respond was Mr. Granger. "What do we need to do?"

Mr. Granger looked at Harry's hand holding the bucket in surprise. Even with such a full bucket of meat, Harry's body did not shake at all and it did not look strenuous at all... This child's body is really strong.

Mrs. Granger next to her couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, but Mr. Granger seemed not to hear it and still stood straight - as if he had returned to his student days.

"Don't be like this, Dad." Hermione covered her face with her hands, looking as if she couldn't bear to watch.

"Hey, Hermione, have you forgotten what your dad taught you?" Without changing his movements at all, Mr. Granger glanced at Hermione.

"Yes, don't be distracted and chat in class," Hermione answered in a helpless tone, then sighed heavily and said.

Compared to Ron and the others, the most cooperative one was Mr. Granger. He couldn't wait - well, Hermione now looked more like an elder.

Refers to facial expressions and movements.

"Let's start today's class. The fire dragon that appears in front of you now is a Norwegian Spinosaurus. Of course, she is still a young dragon and has not even reached adulthood..."

Although he was only pretending to be a professor at Hogwarts, Harry did it very well, as if he was really giving a class. He first introduced the habits of the Norwegian Spinosaurus to the Grangers, and then introduced the name of Wrathhorn and some stories that happened to her.

And finally came the feeding session that Mr. Granger was looking forward to the most. Harry took out a piece of bloody meat from the iron bucket in his hand, and then stuffed it into the big mouth of the angry horn without a care - the other people who watched the whole process even subconsciously held their breath, for fear that Harry would be bitten off half of his body by the big mouth with sharp teeth.

——But to their surprise, when Harry approached Horn, the dragon, which had been eating voraciously and looked very ferocious just now, suddenly became gentle.

Not only did it not hurt Harry, but after swallowing the piece of meat Harry had just fed it, it even stretched out its long tongue and suddenly licked Harry's face, licking him until his face was covered in blood.

"Oh, you bad girl." Harry wiped his face, but found that not only did he fail to wipe off the blood, but it got even more of it on his face. He could not help but pat the dragon head that was rubbing against him with its angry horns and cursed with a smile.

I don't know if he understood what Harry said, but Angry Horn suddenly raised his head and roared towards the sky.

"——She's smiling." Harry was able to clearly grasp Angry Horn's emotions. He said to the people who were frightened by the dragon's roar, "Don't be afraid. She's very happy now."

Harry felt that his leadership should still be useful. At least after seeing his intimate interaction with Wrathful Horns, his friends and the Grangers should also be eager to give it a try.

It was a pity that he thought too much. Besides Neville, Ron and Mrs. Granger were also the ones who refused to get close to Angry Cape.

(End of this chapter)