Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 134 133. Unlucky Lucius and Percy's Worries
It was hard for Harry to tell whether he enjoyed the job of removing goblins... To be honest, the process was more of an entertainment activity than a job.

But what Harry couldn't look at directly were the goblins themselves - he really found it difficult to connect these stupid little creatures who knew someone was cleaning them but still came over to watch the fun with the shrewd, persistent goblins in his memory who valued money over their lives.

The world is truly wonderful, but it is precisely this feeling of exploring the similarities and differences between the two worlds and experiencing the magical powers of this world firsthand that makes Harry unable to stop.

It's like a fun adventure, except that the danger level is a little lower, and the novelty is unmatched.

It was not until Mrs. Weasley shouted from the house that the few people stopped reluctantly, but at this time there were no goblins in the garden anymore.

"Honestly, Harry, you are just like a physical monster!" When several people finished this recreational labor and walked into the house, Fred couldn't help but say, "You are very strong and fast. The time we take out one goblin is enough for you to take out two or three."

"Exercise, my friend, you need more exercise," Harry shrugged and said, "In my opinion, even wizards should have a strong - or at least agile body and reaction speed, otherwise it will be difficult for you to dodge the spells cast by the enemy in battle."

"Ahaha, battle, I like this word," Fred said with a grin, "Perhaps this is why you can achieve such great success in Quidditch, Harry. To you it's not a game, it's a battle!"

"Well, I don't want to discourage you, but Quidditch is really just a rare recreational activity for me that allows me to exercise my body," Harry said with some entanglement.

"Okay," Fred sighed and said, "Maybe this is the world of geniuses - anyway, I think we really need to exercise our bodies instead of just talking about it."

"Yeah, Fred," George scratched his belly and said, "Don't forget that starting this year, Harry can no longer join the Gryffindor team. We have to stand up for ourselves."

"That's right, my brother." Fred nodded and said, "I don't want people from other houses to say that we won the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup last year only because of Harry."

"Well, isn't that the case?" Ron said, struggling to open his eyes.

"You leave me speechless, my dear little Ronnie," Fred rolled his eyes and said, "but please walk carefully and don't fall headfirst to the ground. Mom will go crazy if you get your clothes dirty."

"No matter what, we have to make sure that the Gryffindor team doesn't end up at the bottom. At least we can't lose to the Slytherin team." George rubbed his arms and said, "I can't imagine what kind of disgusting faces those guys will show if we lose to them."

"Maybe it's not the nose that's pointing up, but the soles of the feet that are pointing up." Fred grinned and said, "Although you can't play, if you don't mind, can you come and guide us in your free time? Harry, share some of your experience in the professional arena."

"If I have time," Harry nodded.

"This already puts us far ahead of the other three colleges," George shrugged and said, "Anyway, forget about that. Let's look at what we look like now. I can already see how sore I will be when I wake up tomorrow morning... Look at Ron, he looks like he's dying."

"Shut up, Fred." Ron said weakly, hunched over with his arms hanging in front of him, "I'm so tired, and I'm so hungry."

"You're the one who should shut up, my stupid little Ronnie," George said unhappily, "I'm George."

"Whatever you are, I just want to eat" Ron said nonchalantly.

A few people walked across the pond towards the room while chatting. To be honest, Harry was a little hungry. He walked very quickly and could faintly smell a fragrance before he completely walked into the Burrow.

"Ouch!"

Harry opened the door, and after a clang, he heard a childish cry of pain.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect there would be someone behind the door," Harry apologized quickly. He looked at the little girl who was bumped into by him when he suddenly opened the door. If he was not mistaken, she should be Ginny, the youngest child of the Weasley family.

She is also the only daughter.

After the initial cry of pain, there was surprisingly no sound. The little red-haired girl stared at Harry with wide eyes, even holding her breath, and her whole body seemed to have no reaction at all - and then she screamed out of nowhere.

Without saying another word, the little girl covered her face and screamed as she rushed up the stairs leading to the second floor of the burrow. All that could be heard was the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, thump thump thump.

"...What's going on?" Harry turned his head blankly, glanced at the three brothers who were laughing behind him, and then looked at the red-haired boy who was sitting on the chair in front of him and trying to hold back his laughter. That was Percy.

"Oh, she's just a little nervous." Percy suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Mom asked her to call you to come for dinner, but obviously, she didn't expect you to be here - when did you come? Harry, I hope you don't feel constrained."

Even at home during the holidays, Percy spoke as seriously as he did when he was a prefect at Hogwarts.

"Fred and the others picked me up this afternoon," Harry sighed, "so is she okay?"

"Of course it's okay, Harry." Patting Harry's shoulder from behind and signaling him to go in quickly, Fred said carelessly: "She's just shy - you should know what shy means, right?"

"Like I told you before, Harry," George said with a smile, "Ginny is a huge admirer of yours... well, just like Mum was a huge admirer of Lockhart."

"I'm warning you, Fred." Mrs. Weasley, with unexpectedly sharp ears, poked her head out of the kitchen and shouted, "Don't say anything bad about Lockhart!"

"Hey, Mom, I'm Fred," the real Fred complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Fred," Mrs. Weasley said after choking, "Anyway, the same goes for you. Don't say bad things about Lockhart. Don't think I don't know what you say about him behind his back."

Mrs. Weasley was cooking while talking angrily, while Harry was taken by Ron to wash up and sat quietly beside the chair.

"...You know what? Harry," Ron whispered, "If we say bad things about you at home, then Ginny will be like her mother now... you know."

"I understand," Harry replied in a low voice.

Fanatical supporter.

The Weasley family's life was much more lively than Harry had imagined. Perhaps this was the unique atmosphere in families with many children. It seemed that it would never become quiet.

By the time Mrs. Weasley had finished preparing the meal, Arthur Weasley, the head of the Weasley family, had finally returned home from get off work. There were eight people sitting around the wooden square table, and even Ginny, who had shyly escaped to the attic, was called down.

"Welcome, Harry. Although it may be a little late for me to say this now, welcome to the Weasley family." Arthur Weasley sat on the chair, holding a knife and fork in his hand and looking at Harry, he said seriously: "Molly has been worried about you, especially after learning that you have left your Muggle relatives. She is afraid that you can't take care of yourself, don't have enough to eat, uh - or lonely?"

He looked a little stuck.

"Of course, Mr. Weasley," Harry said with a smile, "thank you for your concern, and I am also very grateful that you can invite me to come over, but I really can't admit that I live poorly in the Potter mansion and don't have good food to eat. That would make the housekeeper who takes good care of my life every day very sad."

"Ah, Alfred, is that his name?" Mr. Weasley nodded and said, "An excellent house-elf. We have heard Ron mention him several times. An excellent house-elf."

"How many times?" Fred snorted. "Every day!"

"Shut up!"

The Weasley children were eating noisily as usual. "Anyway, I hope Molly and I's thoughts don't bother you," Mr. Weasley smiled sheepishly.

"Of course not," Harry said with a smile, "Ron is one of my best friends in the world."

"That would be great," Mr. Weasley nodded.

"So where's the butler?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously, "If he's here too, I can't let him go hungry."

"Alfred still has work to do. According to Ron, I will probably be here until school starts. I'll ask Alfred to come and help then." Harry said with a smile without revealing the existence of the suitcase world.

"It's not much of a bother, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, shrugging. "You can stay here as long as you like. I have a lot of Muggle-related things I want to ask you about - kettles, electrical appliances, etc."

"No problem, if it's something I understand," Harry agreed.

"By the way, Harry, did Lucius Malfoy make any extreme demands on you?" Mr. Weasley asked, as if he suddenly remembered something: "I mean, you have... well, you know?"

Mr. Weasley did not say the word outright, as there were still many children at the table, but Harry knew what he meant - Azkaban.

Harry's going to Azkaban was a secret, even Ron and the others didn't know about it. It was naturally impossible for Lucius and the relevant officials of the Ministry of Magic to publicize their deal.

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Weasley," Harry nodded and said, "There's nothing excessive. Perhaps because Draco is now my shaman apprentice, the conditions given by old Mr. Malfoy are much more relaxed than I thought."

"What terms?" Percy asked.

"Eat your meal, kid." Molly rubbed her third son's head and said, "It's not time for you to think about this yet."

"I'm grown up, Mum." Pushing Mrs. Weasley's hand away, Percy complained, but did not ask any further questions.

"Ah, yes, Shaman, I almost forgot, Ron mentioned this many times," Mr. Weasley muttered.

"Dad, even you???" Ron, who was picking up a noodle nearby, forgot to eat it. He turned his head and widened his eyes.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, that's not what I meant." Mr. Weasley couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Anyway, I'm glad you're okay, Harry. When I heard the news, I was so angry that I asked for a search warrant and went to the Auror Office to search Malfoy Manor together."

"Here we go again," Mrs. Weasley sighed, "He's said this countless times."

"Hey, Molly, you can't be such a spoilsport," Mr. Weasley complained and then said to Harry excitedly, "It just so happens that the Aurors are also very angry about this news. You can never imagine how many contraband items we found in Malfoy Manor. Ha! We even found something when we searched for the third time!"

Harry's hand holding the spoon stopped midway.

What do you mean?
So - the reason Lucius had such a miserable time was actually the reason he used to cover up taking Harry to Azkaban?
That excuse for the Potter family's secret vault containing 30% of the treasure?

The reason why Mr. Weasley has been investigating the Malfoy family during this period, apart from his own sense of justice and disgust for the dark magic, is more to vent his anger?

And judging from Mr. Weasley's tone, there are quite a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic who want to vent their anger for him, especially in the Auror Office?

"...I don't know what I should say now, Mr. Weasley." Harry took a deep breath, "But - thank you - I mean, thank you, and those people in the Ministry of Magic who care about me... support me."

Although it was a bit amusing, to be honest, Harry was really touched... After all, he had never even met those people in the Ministry of Magic.

I really hope that Lucius will never know Mr. Weasley's motives... otherwise it will be difficult for him to calm down.

"You're welcome, Harry," Mr. Weasley blinked and said, "I can tell you responsibly that there are more people supporting you in the Ministry of Magic than you think."

"Thank you, thanks again," Harry said seriously.

Whether it's because of his sacrificed parents or because of what he did after entering the magical world, it's a good thing.

Harry suddenly felt that the resistance to his plan might be less than he thought.

"So you really sued the Ministry of Magic?" Percy couldn't help asking, as he was different from his other brothers who were not listening to the conversation here but were chatting and joking with each other.

"Of course," Harry confirmed, "Although I should explain the whole story clearly when the court opens, it is obvious that the existence of the Daily Prophet has already made everyone understand the cause and effect of this matter."

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Weasley happily, "Obviously, it was a mistake made by the Ministry of Magic - a fatal mistake that was caught."

"But that's the Ministry of Magic! Dad!" Percy's eyebrows were about to wrinkle into a ball. He looked at Harry and said, "You will undoubtedly embarrass the Ministry of Magic."

"Hey, hey, our big-headed boy?" Fred suddenly pressed Percy's shoulder. "Did I hear wrongly? Huh? Why do you sound like a supporter of the Ministry of Magic in this matter?"

"Don't talk about your brother like that, George," Mrs. Weasley warned, then ignored George's protests.

"Of course not." Percy slapped away Fred's hand on his shoulder. He looked more serious. "I'm thinking about your future, Harry. If you offend the Ministry of Magic, it will be difficult for you to get a decent and prestigious job in the Ministry of Magic after you graduate from Hogwarts."

Harry stared into Percy's eyes, observing and thinking - he was sure that Percy was really worried about him, and it was well-intentioned.

"It's okay, Percy," Harry said with a smile, "I have no intention of working for the Ministry."

"But even if you don't work for the Ministry of Magic, offending the Ministry will make it difficult for you to achieve anything in other industries," Percy insisted. "I think you should withdraw the lawsuit and then write a letter to the Minister to apologize. He should forgive you."

Harry glanced at Mr. Weasley, who did not rashly stop his third son from speaking, but was watching the scene with interest.

"First of all, I think I have to thank you for your concern. Thank you, Percy." After a brief thought, Harry put down the knife and fork in his hand and said.

"You're welcome, Harry. We are already friends, aren't we?" After receiving such a formal thank you, Percy straightened his back slightly. He looked a little embarrassed. "I mean, you do have magical talents that many people don't have. I still remember what you said in that shaman class... although I'm sorry that I can't attend your second class."

After sighing, Percy continued.

"You said you wanted to revive the elements and give wizards a new future... That's great, Harry," Percy said seriously, "but if you want your shamanism to spread from Hogwarts to the outside world, then it must be under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. Admit it, we can't do without the Ministry of Magic, otherwise everything will become a mess."

"And on this basis, if you want to set up a new department, such as the Shaman Office, to fulfill your ideals, then you can't offend the Ministry of Magic - do you understand what I mean, Harry?"

(End of this chapter)