Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 122 121. A Day Off and a Conversation with Hermione
"Does anyone want to give it a try?" After explaining a series of things that needed attention, Harry turned his head and asked, "Don't worry, I can assure you that there will be absolutely no danger or accidents."

"Uh...how about I do it?" Hermione said with a conflicted look on her face.

Although she said this, the little girl still looked somewhat scared.

After all, Harry now looked like he had just come out of a murder scene, no, it should be said that he looked like a slaughter scene. His whole body was covered in blood because of Angry Horn's tongue, and the fishy smell could be smelled even from such a long distance.

"Trust me" Looking at Hermione, Harry waved his hand and said, "Trust me."

Harry's words seemed to give Hermione some courage. She took one step forward, two steps - and then was suddenly stopped by a hand.

"Let me do it, Hermione." Mr. Granger took a deep breath. He seemed to have made a difficult decision. He was like a warrior who was about to die, with determination written all over his face. This look really made Harry feel a little amused.

To be honest, looking at Mr. Granger's previous reaction, Harry thought that his curiosity about dragons was just verbal. Now that he actually came up to him, it could be said that he truly loved dragons.

"I, I, what should I do?" He stuttered for a moment, and Mr. Granger straightened his back - straighter - more bent - and bent more and more behind him.

Because when he walked in front of Harry, Wrathhorn bent its neck again and pushed its huge dragon head in front of Mr. Granger, forcing him to bend backwards continuously - he couldn't escape, because Harry had said before, never turn around and run away because of fear, otherwise it would arouse Wrathhorn's desire to attack.

So Mr. Granger's legs seemed to be rooted in place and did not move.

"Help - help -" he whispered, and Mr. Granger looked at Harry, "My back hurts -"

It’s almost hurting my middle-aged waist.

"It's okay, it's okay. Wrathhorn is just getting familiar with your scent," Harry comforted, patting the big thorny head beside him.

As he spoke, Horned Horn snorted and retracted its head, which finally made Mr. Granger breathe a sigh of relief.

"Here, just stuff it into her mouth." Harry grabbed a large piece of meat from the bucket and stuffed it into Mr. Granger's hand. Then he touched the head of the angry horn and said, "Good girl, they are all people who want to feed you. Remember to wait until they pull their hands out before chewing. Do you understand?"

Mr. Granger: "..."

Can you really understand?

He was so scared.

But now that things have come to this, he can't just turn around and run away - after all, Mr. Granger knows very well that this may be his only chance to feed a living dragon in his lifetime.

Harry had said it very clearly just now, Wrathful Horns despised those who were not brave enough. If he ran away now, he would never be able to get close to Wrathful Horns again.

With a trembling arm that even Ron and Neville, who were standing farthest away, could see, Mr. Granger put the piece of meat, still stained with blood, into Wrathhorn's open mouth. Maybe it was because of his job, but Mr. Granger didn't get nervous or his hands trembled because of the blood. He just frowned slightly and picked it up.

He moved so quickly that when he pulled his hand out, Mr. Granger even accidentally touched the sliding tongue of Angry Horn, which frightened him so much that he shuddered and pulled his arm out suddenly.

Safety!

During the whole process of him feeding the meat, Angry Horn kept his mouth wide open and did not take any bite, only when Mr. Granger's arm left him did he start chewing - it was almost like he was performing some pantomime. Mr. Granger looked at his wife and daughter without making any sound, but the expression on his face showed that he was excited to the point of ecstasy, his mouth wide open, and even his back teeth were exposed from laughing.

He raised his two hands and clenched them into fists and shook them in front of him. Satisfied to see that his wife and daughter were applauding him, Mr. Granger turned his head excitedly, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Angry Horn chewing meat, looking at him, and then turning his head away.

"...Uh, that look just now - did she look at me with contempt?" Mr. Granger looked at Harry and said, somewhat doubting whether he had seen it wrong.

"Don't mind it," Harry said, trying to hold back his laughter, "Angry Horn despises anyone who is not strong enough... well, but she won't hurt anyone who provides her with food."

Mr. Granger: "..."

So you really despise it?

As he thought this, Mr. Granger took out another piece of meat from the bucket and fed it to Angry Horn. This time he looked much more skilled and calm than before.

With the good start set by Mr. Granger, Hermione was much calmer when she came up... Well, she was a little wizard after all, and in the school's Potions class she occasionally needed to deal with some materials with disgusting forms and smells, so she had seen a lot in her battles.

Hermione poured a bucket of meat directly into Angry Horn's mouth. Of course, this amount of meat was not enough to fill Angry Horn's teeth, but it was much better than eating it piece by piece.

Seeing that Wrathhorn looked relatively happy, Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief - at least she didn't lose to her father.

It was just as Harry expected. After several of them fed Wrathhorn one after another and Wrathhorn didn't do anything scary, the rest of the people couldn't sit still anymore.

After all, there is no one who doesn't like dragons. They are just pretending.

"So, Alfred polished the scales of Wrathhorn for her?" Ron tapped the dragon scales in front of him and found that they were not only very hard, but also so smooth that they could be used as a mirror. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Then how can you stand on them, Harry?"

good question.

When it comes to this issue, even Harry's smile can't help but froze.

"I can't help it." Harry shook his head helplessly. "Remember what I said in the letter? I have to fly with Horned Horn every week to cultivate our relationship, but I haven't flown with her since Alfu polished her scales."

"Uh, what happened?" Neville asked blankly.

"I couldn't stand at all," Harry briefly explained the situation. "Luckily the wind element caught me, otherwise I would have fallen directly to the ground."

Ah Fu...he really worked hard to polish every scale of the Angry Horn, from the shape to the surface.

"Then why not just not polish it?" Ron scratched his head and said, "To be honest, Wrathhorn is too shiny right now. I can't even look at her directly."

"It has to be polished," Harry shrugged and said, "This girl really likes her scales. She would rather not fly with me than stay - oh, fine, I don't blame you for anything, stop licking, hey!"

Perhaps he understood what Harry said, as he bent his neck and rubbed him continuously, licking him with his tongue.

"God, she's so smart," Mrs. Granger said in surprise, "She can understand our conversation completely, right?"

"Yes, Wrathhorn just can't speak - I will solve this problem for her later" Harry said with a smile.

Although they couldn't ride on the dragon's back and fly in the sky, the feeling of being able to touch the mythical creatures up close made several people particularly fascinated.

Even at noon he did not go out. In Harry's cabin, Alfred had prepared plenty of food and drinks, as well as various desserts - those wizard-style delicacies satisfied the Grangers' curiosity to a great extent.

The two did not eat any of the food that looked stable, but instead ate those that moved, made noises, and had strange colors and shapes. Under the horrified gazes of several children, the Grangers even bravely tried the cockroach pile and gave a corresponding evaluation - it was quite sweet, and the filling had a strong milky taste.

In response to this, Hermione asked her parents not to kiss her for the next two days... and then Mrs. Granger forcibly hugged her and kissed her hard on the face and mouth several times. No matter how much she resisted, it was useless until the light in her eyes disappeared.

That's what my real mother is like.

Under Harry's leadership, several people took a magic boat and flew down the waterfall. They played in the lake for a while, and then went to see some magical animals that Harry introduced later - now there is more than just Cape Wrath and her food in the suitcase world.

Harry hired many kinds of magical animals to move into the house. Now there are harmless magical animals like the Brutus and the Lunar Beast, as well as dangerous magical animals like the Bicorn and the Eremphatorn, and even many magical plants planted by Harry.

Both the feces of the Moon Beast and the dragon dung of Wrathhorn are excellent fertilizers. Harry will not waste such good things. For this reason, he even spent a lot of effort to cultivate the good habit of Wrathhorn to go to the toilet at a fixed place - well, there is no need to go into details about the process, it can only be said that it was another good battle.

Finally, the group went to the unicorns' habitat. The two little unicorns had grown up, and their fur had changed from golden to silver, which made Ron feel a little sorry... He quite liked the golden little unicorns.

Dinner was eaten outside the Suitcase World, in Hermione's villa - it was the Grangers' strong request.

In their words, they had originally invited Hermione's friends to be their guests today, and it would be very rude of them as the hosts not to entertain them, so how could they possibly let Harry entertain them for a whole day?

Harry didn't care about this little thing, but Mr. and Mrs. Granger were very persistent on this point - they also wanted to thank Harry for saving Hermione's life.

They were very enthusiastic. Mrs. Granger's craftsmanship was unexpectedly good, and the children were having a blast, especially Neville and Ron. They were filled with an unprecedented curiosity about Muggle children's toys. It didn't matter even though Hermione's toys were, uh, more suitable for girls.

When they left, the two of them even had a toy in their hands - that was a gift from Hermione to them.

Ron left the same way he came, and Neville was taken away by his grandmother. In the end, only Harry was left standing at the door of Hermione's house carrying his suitcase.

"I talked a lot with Alfred," Hermione said seriously, "about the existence of creatures like house-elves, their lives, and everything they endure."

"You're not thinking--?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Considering the daily living environment and living conditions of house-elves, and thinking about Hermione's personality, Harry easily got the answer.

"Yes, I want to improve the status of house-elves, just like improving the status of Squibs!" Hermione added, "If I can become Minister of Magic in the future."

"That's naked slavery! It's exploitation! It's hard to imagine that such ugly behavior still exists in this day and age!" Hermione became more and more angry as she spoke. "Even the United States abolished black slavery more than a hundred years ago! Are we British wizards worse than American Muggles?!"

"Hmm..." Harry didn't answer immediately. He thought about it carefully before saying, "Do you know the origin of house-elves? I mean, how did they become servants of wizard families?"

"I don't know." Hermione, who was extremely excited just now, suddenly got stuck. "Do you know, Harry?"

"I don't know either," Harry said frankly, "I only know that a world-shaking war must have taken place a long time ago, and the power of ancient wizards would definitely not be as weak as that of modern wizards."

"In fact, I had already guessed this question when I hired Alfu. The house-elves might be ancient wizards, or enemies of humans, with a deep blood feud. That's why the ancient wizards defeated this race and wiped out their independent minds, turning them into their servants."

"If this is the case, then it means that the house-elves deserve this fate," Harry said to Hermione calmly, "You are a human, Hermione. The reason humans can occupy the entire world and allow children like you to grow up peacefully is because countless human ancestors sacrificed their lives countless years ago to win this right."

"Can you imagine a world ruled by goblins?" Harry continued, "Humans are subservient to goblins, can only manage Gringotts for them, and cannot use wands - you are a human, Hermione, and everything you have is built on this foundation, including compassion."

Harry would never use words like 'You are still young, you will understand when you grow up' to fool the children. What he said was very straightforward, so straightforward that Hermione was shocked and couldn't even think clearly.

But Harry knew Hermione would be able to figure it out, that was how smart the girl was.

"Of course, what happens in the real world may not be this kind of speculation." Harry rubbed Hermione's hair and said softly: "What if house-elves are actually servants specially created by ancient wizards? They are specially used to handle those inconvenient chores in life so that they can concentrate on magical research? It's like those brooms that are enchanted to sweep the floor by themselves, except that this broom can talk and has flesh and blood."

Hermione's expression, which had just been heavy, suddenly froze.

"...That's so different." Hermione muttered as she slapped away Harry's hand that was wreaking havoc on her head.

"Don't feel any psychological pressure, Hermione. These two situations are just my personal guesses." Harry said with a smile: "If you are interested in house-elves, then I think you shouldn't just listen to Alfred. There are also many house-elves working in Hogwarts."

"The kitchen?" Hermione recalled.

Whenever Harry did something big, the senior students would buy drinks and go to the kitchen to get food for a party. Hermione knew that there were house-elves working in the kitchens of Hogwarts, but she had never been in there.

"Well, there are too many differences between house-elves and Squibs," Harry said affirmatively. "As your mentor, I have some experience to pass on to you. When you encounter something, don't rush to make a judgment or decision. Instead, ask more questions and investigate. If the situation allows, it is best to listen to the opinions of the elders. This way, you will not do bad things with good intentions because of a momentary impulse."

"...I understand." After taking a deep breath, Hermione's eyes looked red.

The little girl still couldn't be happy, but Harry couldn't say more... He believed that Hermione, this smart girl, could figure these things out on her own.

"And have you forgotten about Dumbledore?" Harry said suddenly. "Why didn't Dumbledore say or do anything about the situation of the house-elves?"

"...That's right." Hermione showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Principal Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. With his justice and kindness, if he didn't do anything..."

Hermione's mood improved visibly. Such was the charm of Dumbledore and the persuasiveness of his name.

Harry said goodbye to Hermione with a smile, then turned back after walking a few steps and watched the little girl run back to her home. The floor-to-ceiling windows were emitting orange light - then he continued walking towards the deserted streets.

Dumbledore's justice and kindness...

Harry shook his head slightly.

Dumbledore in Hermione's eyes is the same as Dumbledore in the eyes of most wizards, but in fact, in Harry's opinion, Dumbledore's true character is probably not what most people imagine.

He was just restrained by something.

Ariana...Harry thought of the name again, and the words on the tombstone.

At least there was one thing Harry was very sure of, that was that in Dumbledore's eyes there were probably only wizards, or rather... humans.

As for the others, whether they were goblins or centaurs, or murlocs or house-elves...

Dumbledore didn't care.

(End of this chapter)