Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 14. Harry Potter Kills Slytherin
Hermione likes Gryffindor very much, because that is the house where Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the 20th century, came from, as she read in books. And Dumbledore is now the headmaster of Hogwarts, so Gryffindor is good, Gryffindor is awesome!

Considering it from this perspective, it was a very pleasing thing to know in advance that one would be sorted into the desired college - however, thinking of herself crying in the water, Hermione would rather the divination was wrong.

So I could only be angry at myself.

shameful!
"Oh, Harry, I know they are right. You are not born to be an ordinary wizard." After witnessing a divination with his own eyes, Ron became even more excited. "Can you help me predict it too?"

"It's a divination, and I'm no different from an ordinary wizard, calm down," Harry corrected, but unfortunately the effect didn't seem to be very good.

The spices were lit again, and the unique aroma turned into green smoke that passed through Ron and fell into the stone bowl again, rippling the water and swirling green smoke.

Ron's figure appeared in the water curtain, and even Hermione, who was still angry, came over - she couldn't help but be curious.

Amazing magic!
Ron in the picture... well, he didn't look very well. He leaned against the wall, his face full of frustration and tension, as if he was being scolded by someone. To be honest, the surrounding environment was quite gloomy, flashing green light.

"Ha! You're standing in the corner as punishment by the professor!" This time it was Hermione's turn to be excited.

"...Don't worry, the results of divination are not unchangeable. Aren't people pursuing divination to avoid the worst future?" Harry comforted Ron, who looked frightened.

"Oh... I hope the professor won't write to tell my mother." Ron's eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, and he felt very stressed.

But Harry fell into deep thought - in the two divination scenes, Ron and Hermione's appearance did not change much, which means that only the divination talked about their recent events.

But in fact, Harry predicted the future for them and wanted them to see their future selves... This is very strange.

'Could it be that the world is different and it has changed?' Harry thought, 'It seems that I have to revise the magic structure.'

"…Harry? Harry!"

When Harry came to his senses, he found that it was Hermione calling him, and the little girl's face was full of excitement.

"Your divination magic - can I learn it?" Hermione almost had the word desire written on her face.

"Yes, but not quite." Harry thought about it and finally decided to tell the truth. "The first one means that you can learn this kind of magic, and the second one means that if you want to use it to become a prophet who can see the long-term future, it is unlikely."

"…Why?" Hermione was stunned.

"Because you don't have the talent." Harry said calmly, "Like I said just now, on the path of being a prophet, talent is more important than any effort."

During the divination just now, Harry had already seen Hermione's perception of the spirits of all things - in general, a little bit, but not much.

By the way, Ron can almost be classified as someone who is basically unable to sense spirits.

a bolt from the blue.

Hermione was stunned. You know what you said would cause great psychological harm to a child from a Muggle family who is full of fantasies about magic and predicting the future. It was like being hit by two big bullies out of the blue.

For Hermione, who was born strong-willed, there was no greater harm than the four words "you have no talent"... Especially when she first entered the wizarding world, the little girl silently made a vow in her heart that she would never be worse than others.

On the contrary, Ron was extremely calm.

"Oh, don't be silly, Hermione." Ron took out the sandwich prepared by his mother from his bag and said calmly, "Over the years, wizards with the gift of prophecy in the wizarding world have been very rare, especially those who can see the future at will. Basically, only one appears every few hundred years, so there is nothing to be sad about."

He is quite open-minded.

"I'm not sad!"

Well, there was already a hint of tears in the little girl's voice.

"Well... you can't say you have no talent at all." As a kind-hearted bull, and an adult bull at that, Harry didn't want to make a little kid cry, so he comforted him, "If you study hard, you can still do divination to a certain extent, but you just can't see clearly and for a long time."

"Well, in fact, most people can only do this after learning. Sometimes they can see what will happen in the next one or two days, or at most one or two weeks, but there are only a few fragments and a few scenes, and they have no idea of the cause and effect."

"As for the majority of people, I would say the vast majority can only have a vague premonition, feeling whether what they are about to do is good or bad, or simply an indistinguishable intuition, let alone seeing the future."

This is true.

Not everyone can be a prophet.

"…Really?" Hermione looked visibly relieved. "Can I really study?"

If she could still be better than most people after studying hard, then she felt that she could actually accept it.

"Of course," Harry confirmed, "I would be happy to teach shamanism to any gifted child."

The reason why Harry was willing to display this unique divination magic was also for the purpose of screening and searching - he wanted to find some children who could identify with his ideas and who might be able to join the organization he founded in the future - and it was actually possible to train them from scratch.

After all, something like reviving the elemental power of an entire world... Harry really didn't want to do it alone. He simply couldn't handle it, and there was no need for it.

Allowing shamanism to flourish in another world is a good thing in itself.

"Kid...you speak as if you are much older than us." Hermione turned her head and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and complained: "And why shaman? Aren't we wizards?"

"Of course, but in addition to being a wizard, I am also a shaman," Harry said gently, "If you are interested, I can slowly explain it to you in the future."

"Why not now?", Ron asked.

"Because someone is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box rang again. When Ron opened the door, he saw a boy with red eyes looking at the box helplessly.

His face looks chubby and very honest.

"Have you seen my toad?"

"What?" Hermione didn't understand.

"A toad is a wizard's pet," Ron explained, and asked, "Shouldn't it be by your side? Wizards' pets generally won't run away without permission. They're very smart."

"Oh my God, I can't find it at all." The boy looked one step closer to crying, "Live, my Live." "Okay, I get it, don't cry first." After taking a breath, Hermione stood up, "I'm going to help him find that...Live, do you want to come with me?"

"Why not?" Harry closed the book and stood up. "I'm free anyway."

Ron was happy to help.

Harry admired Hermione's action, such kind acts deserve encouragement - he was more optimistic about the two children he had just met.

"Thank you, thank you! My name is Neville! Neville Longbottom!" said the chubby-faced boy excitedly.

Then there was a round of polite self-introductions and a "Oh my God, you are Harry Potter!" segment that made Harry a little helpless - to be honest, compared with this exclamation, Harry felt that knocking on the door of each box to ask if you have seen a toad was a piece of cake.

"What's so funny?" Harry raised his eyebrows and looked around the box.

It was full of silver and green, with snake pattern decorations almost everywhere. Harry remembered that this was the symbol of Slytherin House mentioned in the book, and they were proud of it.

The decoration of this box is obviously more gorgeous and exquisite than the other boxes. The size seems to have been expanded as well. It is much larger than the ordinary boxes. The table is filled with exquisite snacks and drinks, which is very luxurious.

There were people of different ages sitting in the box. Except for a few little wizards who were probably in the first grade, it seemed that people from other grades were there, talking and laughing.

After Hermione knocked on the door and opened it to ask if anyone had seen Neville's toad, the people in the box looked at each other and then burst into laughter - a laughter that was obviously full of malice, sarcasm, and even hostility.

Harry quietly took a step forward and protected the little Hermione behind him, then asked the question calmly.

"No one cares about a toad, you filthy mudblood, get out of our box now!"

A freckled boy bared his teeth at Hermione, but was blocked by Harry.

There was another burst of laughter.

"Hey! How dare you say that word?!" Ron suddenly became annoyed and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Harry.

If you're not my brother, who can you beat with your skinny arms and legs?
But it's courageous.

"Apologize," Harry said sternly, his eyes sweeping across everyone in the box, "or I will make you pay."

Mudblood, Harry had seen this word in a book. It was the most malicious insulting word used by pure-blood wizards to attack Muggle-born wizards.

Harry had put his hand under his robes on the hilt of the warhammer at his waist, but after a pause he removed it.

It seemed like he was being too much if he used a war hammer on these little brats.

"Ha! Apologize?" A boy in a black robe with the Slytherin house emblem on his chest laughed. "And you want us to pay the price? Who do you think you are?"

"That's right! And isn't this the shame of pure-bloods, Weasley?" The annoying blond boy that Harry met that day was also among the laughing crowd. He laughed and said, "My father told me it was right. He has red hair, freckles all over his face, and too many children to support."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

There was another burst of malicious laughter, and if Ron hadn't been unable to pull Harry away, he would have rushed forward.

"Hey, wait a minute," someone suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Harry strangely, "Look at him - the scar under his forehead?"

"Harry Potter?!!!"

"Apology", with no intention of reenacting the fan-meeting scene, Harry was ready for a fight.

"Pfft", a disdainful sneer, "Is this our savior? Is that all?"

"So-so that day--" the platinum-haired boy blushed, "You ignored me on purpose?! How dare you ignore a Malfoy!!"

"Yes, that's right," Harry nodded, "You're too noisy, and I don't like anything you say - I usually just compare the bloodlines of livestock to see which one is purer and produces more milk or meat."

"How dare you insult a noble pureblood!!!"

Harry's words were like throwing a stone into a pond, causing a splash - except that in this box, it was a splash of Slytherins.

"Hanging around with filthy mudbloods, and with those ridiculous horns of yours—who do you think you are?! What bastard?!"

Very good, no words are needed anymore.

The conflict broke out when no one expected it, and it was even Harry who started the fight first, even though his side was far weaker than the other side in terms of numbers, age and physique.

"All three of you hide!", roared Harry, punching the man who dared to laugh at his proud horns, "For the tribe!!!"

The punch hit him directly on the nose, causing blood to spurt out. His nose was crooked and it was like a sauce shop, with salty, sour and spicy flavors rolling out.

"He actually dared to do that?! Beat him! Beat him!!"

"Lok-tar ogar!!!" (Victory or death!)
It was hard to believe that such a deafening war cry could be emitted from such a thin body. Harry roared, and the sound even shocked those who were close to him.

Being older or stronger is not the most important thing. Fighting is not a simple comparison of numbers. What is most needed for victory is a fighting spirit.

Harry will never lack heart.

The Slytherins' fists hit Harry's body with a clanging metallic sound. The pain from their hands made their faces turn green. When they wanted to retreat, it was too late - Harry only knew how to beat a fallen dog and showed no mercy.

One punch! One punch! One fucking punch!!

Every punch made the kids cry out in pain. This was definitely not a strength that an ordinary child could possess.

For those younger Slytherins, the magic spells they mastered might not be as useful as their fists at this time, but for the older students, their magic was much more useful than their fists - but it didn't matter, Harry had been prepared for it.

Even when surrounded, Harry always kept his eyes on the group of senior students in the box next to him.

When one of the burly boys drew out his wand and pointed it at him, Harry drew out the warhammer from his waist without hesitation - warhammer throwing!!!
(End of this chapter)