Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 126 125. Rock Wizard and Azkaban

"Yes, after all, there are only a few teams in the UK," said Tegyi Ryan, shrugging his shoulders. "The Irish National Quidditch Team, the Scottish National Quidditch Team, the Welsh National Quidditch Team, the English National Quidditch Team - you know."

Why Ireland would play as an independent national team, and there would be three representative teams outside of Ireland... Harry understood it all too well.

Even in the magical world, the British Empire has its own national conditions.

He mingled with a group of adult wizards and listened to some adult jokes. As a celebration of today's victory, there would be a banquet inside the club. Naturally, Harry, the most prominent person today, would not be absent - but it was still early, and after coming out of the lounge, Harry saw a few unexpected people.

"Professor McGonagall?" Harry walked over quickly. "I'm so glad you came."

What surprised Harry was not Professor McGonagall. After all, three days before the game, Harry had already sent Jaina to distribute the tickets to people he was familiar with, from those people he could chat with in the school to a group of professors including Dumbledore. Harry gave out quite a lot of tickets - especially to Hermione and the others. The tickets Harry gave out were enough for their entire family to travel.

What surprised Harry was actually the Malfoy family. Perhaps some golden means were used so that Lucius Malfoy could bring his wife and children to wait in this place where outsiders were not allowed to enter.

"Congratulations, Harry, you've proved yourself," Professor McGonagall said excitedly, unable to hide the smile on her face even if she pursed her lips tightly.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall did not have the old-fashioned and serious look she usually had in the castle. As a loyal Quidditch fan, nothing could make her happier than today's exciting game.

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"I'm glad that you inherited your father's talent - no, even James didn't have the talent like you. He was just outstanding among students, but you have surpassed most adults," Professor McGonagall said with a look of relief.

"All this is inseparable from your help, Professor." Harry also smiled and said, "You helped me a lot and contacted such an excellent club for me."

"Oh, Harry, I just said a few words," Professor McGonagall shook her head and said, "The most important thing is that you are strong enough - do you hear the cheers over there?"

She pointed towards the stadium. Even though the game had ended for quite some time, she could still hear people's enthusiastic cheers.

"That's what you deserve, Harry," Professor McGonagall said, looking at Harry with gentle eyes, "Train well, play seriously, and don't let your talent go to waste... I look forward to the day when you lift the European Cup."

"I will, Professor," Harry said seriously.

Professor McGonagall didn't say much. She just came to congratulate him. After all, he was a good student recommended by her, and to be able to achieve such results was beyond her expectations.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry walked towards the Malfoy family on the other side - they had been standing there and had no intention of disturbing him.

Lucius Malfoy naturally came to congratulate. Shouldn't he be said to be worthy of being the one who successfully survived Voldemort's clutches and was not held accountable even after Voldemort's downfall?
Lucius had a very accurate understanding of his own position. Even though Harry had not expressed such an intention, he had already placed himself in the position of a servant, and was very respectful even in front of his own son - well, to be honest, Draco was much more attentive than Lucius, and he was extremely enthusiastic in calling Harry a mentor all the time.

Shaking his head slightly, Harry would not lose sight of himself because of Lucius's attitude, nor would he give the Malfoy family any undeserved special treatment or promises. If Lucius wanted to use his influence to seek benefits for the Malfoy family, just like he used Voldemort's power more than a decade ago... then Harry could only say that Lucius had a wrong idea.

Harry drank a lot tonight. After he drank a glass of wine without changing his expression, several of his good teammates grabbed him and forced him to drink more. After seeing that Harry did not make a fool of himself even after drinking so many glasses, the atmosphere of the celebration party became even more heated.

Everyone shows off their talents and skills.

Aidan Lynch jumped onto the table holding a beer barrel and started singing "You Hooked My Heart with Magic" in a rough voice. There were so many high notes in this song that even if Lynch tried his best to scream until his voice broke, he still couldn't sing it to the standard.

When Lynch sang the long high note at the end, everyone, including Harry, instinctively covered their ears and frowned - they didn't know whether their hearts had been hooked, but the problem now was that their lives were almost hooked away.

Quigley Kelly demonstrated his skill of eating spaghetti with his nose. Even the team captain Calanthe O'Hare was not to be outdone and performed a stunt that was said to have been passed down from generation to generation in the O'Hare family - standing upside down and spinning rapidly with his head on the ground.

As if he was going to shake his brains out, when Calant stopped, he grabbed the empty bucket next to him and vomited with an incredibly smooth movement.

When they were drunk, even Harry jumped onto the table to perform a song, a song created by the popular band 'Elite Tauren Chieftain' in Azeroth, which was also a very classic and explosive song: "Power of the Horde".

Well, it was a rock song, and Harry was a big fan of the Elite Tauren Chieftain. Whenever the band held a concert on the coast of Darkmoon Island, as long as there was nothing important to do, he would definitely go to support them and never miss it.

No guitarist? No problem, Transfiguration!
No bassist? No problem, Transfiguration!!

No drummer? Never mind, it's still fucking Transfiguration!!!
Harry, who was already drunk, just waved his hand, and the beer cups and knives and plates jumped up by themselves, and in the blink of an eye they turned into decent musical instruments - no matter how they made electronic music without electricity, it was simply magic.

Harry himself was the lead singer of the band, and he even picked up a guitar and started strumming it himself. The instruments created by Transfiguration floated around him, making sounds according to the rhythm and voice in Harry's memory.

To be honest, when Harry got up from the hall the next morning, he couldn't even remember what happened at the party last night... Only some vague memories remained in his mind.

I just remember that McCarthy and the others thought these instruments were so muggle and noisy at first, but later on they would bang their hands on the table and shout for another song.

Harry took a shower to sober up, wanting to get rid of the smell of alcohol, but until Lucius came to pick him up at the agreed time, Harry still felt that he was not quite sober - beer, red wine and white wine, mixing these together was a bit too strong.

"Do we need to go to the manor to eat something first, sir?" Lucius asked respectfully.

Although Harry had clearly said that he did not need to call himself master, Lucius, who was very experienced in survival, would not take such words seriously. After all, Voldemort had claimed that he was the friend of all the Death Eaters, and then what?

Those Death Eaters who were not smart enough and really thought of themselves as friends of Voldemort were all killed by the Killing Curse.

Precisely because he had witnessed too many examples with his own eyes, Lucius would always regard himself as Harry's magical uncle in front of his son and when outsiders were present. At least he was still an elder in terms of address. But in private... he kept calling him "sir" and "you" all the time, and he never stopped using honorifics.

Harry couldn't help but sigh that there must be a reason why the Malfoy family's style of doing things could be passed down safely for so many generations.

"No need," Harry shook his head and said, "Let's go there early."

"Yes, as you wish." Lucius bowed slightly. He waited until Harry extended his hand first before respectfully shaking Harry's hand. He looked like a blond Muggle butler.

The next moment, the two figures disappeared into the street like a phantom.

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Azkaban.

This famous prison, which is extremely intimidating to British wizards, was not built within the British territory, but is located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea - well, it was not actually built by British wizards, the island originally had its own owner.

In the 15th century, a dark wizard named Axtis lived here. He built a castle for himself and studied extremely evil black magic here. From time to time, he would lure, torture, and kill Muggle sailors passing by for fun.

His cruelty and brutality were never punished, and even after Axtis died, the magic he cast lost its effect, and the Ministry of Magic finally learned of the existence of such an island, as well as the evil creations left by Axtis on the island, a large amount of evidence of black magic research, a large number of torture instruments... and the existence of Dementors.

In short, this incident caused quite a stir at that time and was once considered the darkest scandal in the history of magic. The Ministry of Magic at that time finally chose to seal up the island. After all, it was isolated overseas, so all they had to do was make sure the Dementors wouldn't escape and suck souls.

It was not until almost a century later, in 1718, that Azkaban was reopened due to the implementation of the International Confederation of Wizarding Secrecy and corresponding demands. It was transformed into a British wizard prison, and the imprisoned Dementors were recruited to become guards of Azkaban.

Well... considering the descriptions of Dementors he had read in books, Harry felt that rather than saying that the Dementors became prison guards, it would be more accurate to say that it was an exchange - the Ministry of Magic used the prisoners imprisoned there as sacrifices in exchange for the Dementors staying in Azkaban obediently and not going out to cause trouble or being noticed by Muggles.

Until today.

A small wooden boat was floating on the sea, with two Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, as well as Harry and Lucius sitting on it.

After leaving the Kenmare Red Falcons club, Lucius Apparated with Harry directly to the coast on the north coast of Sunderland. They didn't have to wait long before a striker from the Ministry of Magic came to pick them up in a boat. There was a lantern hanging on the bow with a strong blue flame burning inside.

To go to Azkaban from the UK mainland, you have to take this kind of ship. In order to prevent prison breaks or jailbreaks, Azkaban has been hidden for many years and cannot be mapped. It can only be entered through special means.

"...You two, is there anything I can help you with?" Harry said helplessly to the two strikers after being peeked at for the thirty-first time.

"Uh, sorry, are you disturbed?" One of the slightly thin men smiled embarrassedly and continued, "My name is Mickey, Mickey Dias, and he is Raoul Baldwin. We are both employees sent by the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense like that." Raoul Baldwin patted his companion on the shoulder and asked excitedly, "So, you are the Harry Potter?! The one who defeated the mysterious man - that is the Potter!!"

His face flushed a little with excitement, and Baldwin tried to hold it in for a long time but could only utter one word.

"Yes, it's me, Harry Potter." Harry sighed slightly and suddenly asked, "Have you not been out for a long time?"

He found that the two men were excited only because of his name, not because of yesterday's game.

"Ah, that's about right." Diaz rubbed his face in pain and said, "The people stationed here are only replaced every three months, and they are not allowed to come in or out at other times."

"No one wants to come to this godforsaken place," Baldwin snorted coldly, "Only those of us who are not valued... humph..."

Without finishing his words, Baldwin just snorted again.

"Don't mind our business, Harry," Dias said, changing the subject, "Seriously, why would a child like you come to Azkaban? There is nothing here, it's worse than hell."

"Didn't the Ministry tell you?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, the order is just for us to pick up the people and meet your requirements within a reasonable range," Baldwin replied in a rough voice.

"I see." Harry nodded, "I came to Azkaban...actually to meet my godfather."

"Godfather?" Baldwin asked in confusion, "You still have—"

Baldwin's words came to an abrupt halt, and Diaz slapped him on the back, winking as he stopped him from speaking.

Again, the Potter family's past affairs are no longer a secret, including the fact that the traitor Sirius Black is actually the godfather of the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Uh, okay, okay, sorry, I mean - sorry," Baldwin said stumblingly. He was a little afraid to look directly into the compelling eyes of Lucius Malfoy beside him.

To be honest, this is also the strange point about the two strikers - why would the Potter boy hang out with the Malfoy family.

"Sirius still has the key to the Potter family's secret vault. As Harry's relative in the wizarding world, I have the responsibility to help him get his property back, and I hope that the traitor can show some kindness." Lucius Malfoy said impatiently, "Now, can you please shut up and sail quietly?"

Yes, this was the reason Lucius Malfoy used when he had brokered connections in the Ministry of Magic to secure this opportunity for Harry to visit Sirius Black - and then successfully made people believe that the Malfoy family wanted to embezzle the Potter family's property... at least part of it.

As a reward for leading Harry into Azkaban to ask for the key to the family vault.

No one would suspect anything about this, nor would Fudge have any thoughts about it, but it was hard for Lucius, and the family's reputation was even more tarnished.

In short, most people don't like the Malfoy family, but few people dare to ignore the words of the head of the Malfoy family... at least these two strikers who were not valued and were sent to guard Azkaban did not dare to do so.

Then the boat became quiet again. Lucius gave Harry a flattering smile and consciously drove away the annoying flies for Harry.

Anyway, it’s a meritorious service!

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with the two strikers, but it was always a good thing not to be asked questions. He kept observing his surroundings, feeling the direction of the wind and water, and thinking about where the group was now.

There was no need to row the boat, as the entire boat was completely powered by magic. As the land in the distance gradually disappeared, the boat entered a fog at some point. The fog was rapidly getting thicker, and before long, the people on the boat could only see things about one meter around them.

There was also a chill that was deepening, as if entering an underground ice cave, and this coldness was not even a physical chill, but a kind of - cognition.

A sudden realization of the cold.

"...I really don't want to go back to this shitty place..." Baldwin, who was sitting at the front of the boat, suddenly muttered softly.

"Who isn't?" Diaz sighed deeply. He reached out and fiddled with the lantern above his head that was burning with a blue flame, and the light emitted by the lantern became even brighter.

It was not an illusion, Harry could clearly feel that the coldness had dissipated a lot.

"Thanks to this thing, otherwise we guards would not be able to stay here... We are like prisoners too." As he said this, Dias turned around and grinned. He stood up and took the lantern from the bow.

"Here we are."

The thick fog had quietly dissipated at some point, at least from the front of the ship.

Harry saw a group of hideous and chaotic black rocks, with waves constantly hitting and roaring on them.

(End of this chapter)