Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 13. Harry's Divination and Hermione's Anxiety
I am a professional shaman prophet, how can I deceive you?

A professional shaman must dare to make judgments.

"Ha," the little girl sneered disdainfully, "Then why aren't you a professor? If what's written in the book is not correct, then why is it recognized by so many people in the magic world and used as a textbook in school?"

"That's because the most important thing about divination is talent, and most people don't have this talent - but they are very eager to predict the future." Even if he was questioned like this, Harry would not get angry. He said very calmly, "So they will imitate it as much as possible."

"Although it's cruel to say this directly, magic is a path that requires talent to go far, and on the path of a prophet, talent is more important than any effort - this is not a path that can be successful by summarizing and recording experience."

"The reason why people seek prophecy and divination is to avoid things that are bad for them," Harry continued, "and if this cannot be done, then the person who claims to be able to predict the future is a liar. Just remember this."

"...Ha, who knows whether what you said is true or false." Thinking logically, the little girl already agreed with Harry's statement, but she still said she was not convinced. "Since Hogwarts can offer this course for students to learn, there must be a reason for it."

"Do you want to try it?" Harry said suddenly.

"Try what?" Without any response, the little girl looked at Harry blankly.

Knock knock knock, someone knocked on the door of the box.

"Uh, well, I heard there's an empty box here, so... uh, is it still empty?" A red-haired boy carrying luggage looked inside nervously.

His instinct told him that the atmosphere in the box seemed a little wrong. Swallowing his saliva, the red-haired boy regretted following the advice of his two unreliable brothers.

"Of course," Harry nodded, "there's room here, please come in - by the way, who are Fred and George to you?"

Through the car window, Harry had just seen this boy among the group of red-haired people, and the boy stared at Harry's horns as soon as he came in, but didn't ask anything.

"Well, they are my brothers," the red-haired boy said as he sat down after putting his luggage away, "Are you familiar with them?"

"We just met. They brought me into the platform, otherwise I would still be outside."

"Oh, then they finally did a good thing. It wasn't easy," the red-haired boy muttered, then stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Ron Weasley, what about you?"

Looking at the hand he stretched out, Harry belatedly realized that he had been teasing this little girl for so long and still didn't know her name.

"Harry Potter."

"Hermione Granger."

There was a brief silence in the box.

Then the two of them shouted in unison.

"Harry Potter?!!!"

"Fred and George didn't say that!"

Harry sighed; he knew it.

"Are you really Harry Potter?!" Ron's face turned almost as red as his hair. He stared at Harry excitedly, or to be more precise, at the scar on his forehead. "Then - then -"

"Yes, calm down first, okay?" Harry lifted his hair to let the two of them see clearly, "There's no need to get so excited. There's not much difference between me and you guys."

"Oh, man, you must not know how famous you are in the wizarding world," Ron muttered, "We all grew up listening to your stories, and to be honest, there have been articles about you in the Daily Prophet this month."

"I heard from my father that if Dumbledore hadn't stopped it, the Daily Prophet would have even wanted to do an exclusive interview with you."

"They are exaggerating," Harry said expressionlessly, "Isn't the wizarding world too peaceful? There is rarely any news."

That's why the slightest noise causes such a big fuss.

"A little bit, but I think what it says is right," Ron scratched his head, "especially the photo of you a month ago. Ginny even cut it out and pasted it in her room. Oh, Ginny is my sister, she admires you very much."

Ron gestured with his hands.

"——Anyway, it's that big stone man. I have to say it's really cool. Brother, my dad said that many adult wizards can't do that. How did you do it?"

Harry was a little nervous - what? Someone had taken a picture and put it in the newspaper that day? How come he didn't notice?
Harry had a vague idea of what the newspaper Hagrid had said he would show him when he arrived at Hogwarts was.

Watch out Hagrid.

Opposite Harry and Ron, within a few words, Hermione's expression... became worse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You, you are Harry Potter?" Hermione's voice inexplicably carried a hint of tears, "So what you just said - is it really true?"

Hermione was nervous.

In other words, she had been nervous since the day she learned about the existence of the magical world a month ago.

Born with a strong and unyielding character, as a freshman from a Muggle family, Hermione not only has excitement and curiosity about the magical world, but also has a special sense of urgency - she is afraid that she will not be able to catch up with the course progress of other young wizards in school and will be laughed at.

After all, compared to those children who grew up in a magical environment, children born in Muggle families lack a certain foundation... That's what Hermione thinks.

So in the month before school started, she read, practiced, and memorized intensively, so as not to be laughed at and fall behind in her studies.

As a result, on the first day of school, after saying goodbye to her parents and getting on the train to school, as soon as she entered the compartment, she saw a boy about her age holding a thick book and reading it. It was even a third-grade textbook, the same book that she had read during the holidays out of longing and curiosity but could not understand at all. This further increased the little girl's irritability and tension.

Whether for wizards or Muggles, predicting the future is something that people yearn for, but Harry just now completely denied the Hogwarts textbooks, which aroused Hermione's resistance.

"What is that?" Ron, who had just come in, looked confused.

"Prophecy!" Hermione said loudly, "He just said that the Hogwarts Divination textbook is wrong. The most important thing about magic is talent!"

"Oh, is that so?" Unlike the excited Hermione, Ron's reaction was very calm. "If it was someone else, I might not believe it, but he is Harry Potter."

"If you grew up in the wizarding world, you would know that many wizards believe that Harry Potter was born with powerful magic, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat the terrible You-Know-Who right after he was born." Ron glanced at Harry cautiously and said in a low voice:

"... and the rest of the people believe that you, Harry, are a natural born dark wizard, a dark wizard more powerful than the You-Know-Who, and that you are the next... uh, person to rule the wizarding world?"

No, Harry was a little overwhelmed.

He wondered if these wizards were a little too superstitious, or perhaps it was precisely because of the existence of magic that they believed so much in things like fate and destiny.

"How is it possible!" Hermione said angrily, "How can a newborn baby - Harry, can you?"

The topic suddenly changed, and the little girl looked at Harry cautiously, uncertain.

Harry: "..."

"Impossible," he shook his head firmly, "The reason I was able to survive eleven years ago was because my parents' magic protected me. Don't let your imagination run wild."

No one knew better than Harry how pitiful he used to be. He didn't look like a naturally powerful wizard at all.

"I knew it," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Talent is important, but hard work is also important!"

"Oh? Really?" Ron said, still looking anxious... angry. "Then why is there only one Dumbledore in all these years? Other wizards are far inferior to him. Even the You-Know-Who is no match for him."

Strong evidence!
"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about this." Seeing that the two brats were about to quarrel, Harry quickly changed the subject and said, "So Hermione, do you want to try it?"

Harry had already discovered something interesting about this little girl - before she knew her name, she didn't believe anything he had just said, but after knowing that he was Harry Potter, a famous figure in the wizarding world, the little girl suddenly began to believe it a little.

A child who particularly trusts authority.

"Try it... Are you talking about prophecy?!" Hermione's eyes widened in shock, "You can?!"

"To be precise, it should be divination. Of course I can do it." Harry nodded. "Remember what I said just now? If a person cannot predict the future and let people make countermeasures, then he is a liar - the way to verify it is so simple."

"I didn't expect you to have the talent of a prophet, Harry!" Ron also became excited, "Can you help me with divination?!!!"

Well, Harry found that given Ron's condition, he would only be slightly skeptical if he claimed that he was more powerful than Dumbledore - the doubt was not whether an eleven-year-old boy was really that powerful, but who was stronger, Harry or Dumbledore.

Star-chasing is harmful, Harry sighed and took out a set of simple divination tools from the small package given by Hagrid.

A small wooden bowl, a large stone bowl, a few handfuls of herbs, and that's it.

"...That's it?" Hermione already had the word doubt written all over her face.

"Of course, only those unskilled shamans would come up with a set of complicated rituals to make people believe in his professionalism. If you really have a talent for divination, many things are actually unnecessary." Putting the herbs into the small bowl, Harry said slowly.

Hermione and Ron were speechless at this time.

Because as Harry moved, the herb suddenly started burning when it fell into the small bowl. It was not an orange-red flame, but a thin one that burned along the edge of the herb leaves.

The green smoke quickly rose up, and seemed to have its own life. It rose up in the form of a smoke column, violating the laws of physics. Under the gaze of the two people, it flew towards Hermione, passed through her ears, sank into her hair, flowed out, and finally flowed into the stone bowl like a stream.

Harry whispered a spell quickly and quietly that no one could recognize. It was a magic spell spoken in the language of the Minotaur.

And in the end, all the green smoke from the burning herbs fell into the stone bowl, just like a bowl full of water - no, it was a bowl of water? !
They could no longer even breathe. Hermione and Ron stared at the stone bowl intently. The green smoke gathered in the bowl fluctuated and fluctuated. Without knowing when, a pool of water appeared at the bottom of the stone bowl, which soon increased to half the bowl.

Finally, the lingering green smoke finally dispersed and curled around the edge of the stone bowl, while the water surface exposed in the middle emitted a light blue fluorescence.

"Well," Harry whispered, "be careful with your fate, kid."

This was the prophecy magic that Harry developed with the help of Jaina when he was in Azeroth, and he eventually combined it with his own talents. It was also the basis for him to successfully become the shaman prophet of the Tauren tribe.

For Harry, this feeling of guiding the destiny of others was so long ago that he forgot that he was actually a child now.

But for Hermione and Ron, they had no time to pay attention to such trivial matters.

Because a clear image had been reflected on the water surface in the middle of the stone bowl. It was Hermione. She was wearing a wizard robe and holding a wand in one hand. However, she did not look very well. She was sitting on the toilet and crying quite miserably.

"This is not me!!!", Hermione screamed instinctively, her whole face turned completely red, and she slapped the stone bowl, directly dispersing the smoke and water.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Like an angry, uh, lion, Hermione stood up from the chair, one hand still on the bowl, and looked angrily at the two people opposite her who had seen her ugly appearance.

"What kind of magic is this!! It's so evil!!" Hermione protested.

"This is the prophecy you asked for. You just saw yourself at a certain point in the future. You are not evil at all." Harry refused to accept the accusation.

"This is not me at all!" Hermione became even more anxious.

"I think this is you...right, isn't it?" Ron scratched his head. "But there's a Gryffindor emblem on the chest of your clothes. Were you sorted into Gryffindor?"

"This is an illusion! It's an illusion! It's not real!" Hermione said anxiously, "I won't - cry!!"

I forced myself to utter a big word.

"Eh? Really?" Ron changed his hand and scratched his head again, "But this does predict something that hasn't happened yet, right? We just have to see if you'll be sorted into Gryffindor tonight?"

This child always has sudden flashes of intelligence in his mind.

Hermione was speechless. She sat back hard, looking very angry.

　Brothers~, I asked someone, that is, the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday, the follow-up reading is directly related to whether it can be put on the test water push, so I beg the brothers who think it is good and want to keep reading it to the end on Monday and Tuesday, please follow up reading! Thank you very much! Kowtow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)