Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 147 146. Be my professor!

"A sound person, a rational person, a righteous person, a person with a strong will, a person who knows himself, a person with a goal, an adult - at least the soul is an adult."

Dumbledore spoke leisurely, as if he was chanting some poetry.

“When I was young, I would listen to the teachings of my parents and professors to change myself and adapt myself to the world.”

"But when I became an adult, everything changed - I would rather change the world than be changed by it."

For the first time, without any riddles, Dumbledore talked about his youth and his thoughts when he was young in front of Harry.

"So what happened next?" Harry asked. "You are no longer young, and adulthood is far enough away for you."

"Oh, that's another story." Dumbledore shook his head, and he seemed unwilling to say more.

"so?"

"So I can't instill my thoughts and ideas into you like I would a real child, and teach you what to do and what not to do." Looking at Harry in front of him, Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "You matured too quickly, Harry, much faster than I originally expected."

"I don't even know if you can handle all the praise or slander that will come your way - there are many things that even an adult can't handle."

Dumbledore was worried, and he told Harry plainly what he was worried about.

"Then you should learn to adapt to this anxiety, Dumbledore." Harry gave his answer without any trouble at all, and it was even quite cold. "You have protected the wizarding community for too long, so long that you almost forget that you are just a mortal."

"You can't take on everything by yourself, and you can't make everything change according to your wishes. Who do you think you are?" Harry said quickly: "My friend, lower your head and take a good look at yourself. You have white hair and beard. Even in the tribe, an elder like you should not be on the front line. You should hand over the affairs to those younger people."

Although the words were cruel, they were also the most sincere advice. Dumbledore could feel the sincerity hidden in Harry's words.

For some reason, he felt like laughing.

"…Just a mortal?" Dumbledore repeated Harry's words with a complicated expression, "Who do I think I am?"

"A respectable old man who should have let go long ago, that's all." Harry said bluntly: "The world will go on as usual without you. There is nothing that only you can do."

"Even Voldemort?" asked Dumbledore.

"I really hate to sound arrogant, Dumbledore," Harry snorted, "but Voldemort? Who cares?"

silence.

Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes, and the two men stared at each other.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"It does sound very arrogant, Harry, I have to admit that," Dumbledore said briskly, "but when I think of the little desktop ornament you gave me last year, I suddenly find that I don't seem to have anything to refute you."

"Just think of it as my overthinking, Harry. You know, an old man is always prone to fantasies." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said, "I have to admit that Rita seems to be the one who has gained the most today. She will have endless material for a long time to come."

From the beginning to the end, the flash of Rita Skeeter's photos never stopped. The excitement on the face of this enthusiastic female reporter made everyone who saw her feel scared.

And this is exactly why Dumbledore asked Harry to be prepared - the reporter would never let Harry go.

Still some distance away from the Burrow, Harry and Dumbledore walked slowly along the country road.

"Yes, an elderly person living alone is prone to having wild thoughts due to loneliness." Harry nodded and said, "You should find a companion, Dumbledore. If you are embarrassed to ask, I am willing to be the messenger for you - help you deliver love letters or something."

Dumbledore's expression froze visibly.

"Well, at least I'm not that lonely right now." After a brief explanation, Dumbledore quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of which, Harry, I'm afraid you still have to prepare for something."

"It's started again?" Harry sighed. "Voldemort, the Ministry, Skeeter... I told you, Dumbledore, you have too many things to worry about, and you're not the only one -"

"Even if I intend to make a request to the Board of Directors to nominate you as a professor at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore's words made Harry stop suddenly. He looked at the old man beside him, only to see that the white-haired elder winked at him jokingly.

"Don't look at me like that, Harry." Dumbledore seemed very satisfied with Harry's expression at the moment, "You have the ability, don't you? The only thing that limits you is your appearance - most importantly, isn't this what you have always longed for?"

Looking at Dumbledore steadily, Harry did not ask stupid questions like 'Why do you know' or 'Why do you do this', because although it was a questioning tone when he asked it, Harry could see that Dumbledore was not asking for his opinion at the moment, but informing him.

"You trust me that much?" Harry asked.

Allowing a Shaman Club and allowing a Shaman Professor are two completely different things, and the rights and benefits enjoyed by a Hogwarts professor are not limited to the school.

After all, the vast majority of students in the entire British wizarding society graduated from Hogwarts, so the professors of this school will be respected and given preferential treatment no matter where they are outside.

It's not even just the obvious benefits.

Taking the professor of Care of Magical Creatures as an example, there is an order in the wizarding world called "Prohibition of Breeding for Experimental Purposes". This is a law passed by Newt Scamander in 1965. From then on, wizards were strictly prohibited from creating new untamable animals in Britain. Only those who were certified could continue their research.

For example, Newt himself and the professor of Care of Magical Creatures are not within the scope of this order.

By analogy, professors of other courses also have similar special rights.

"Why not?" Dumbledore shrugged and said, "No wizard would not be curious about your elemental magic - well, I was wrong. It should be that most wizards would be curious about your elemental magic. Unbeknownst to you, I have already stopped too much curiosity from my old friends in the Wizengamot for you."

"Especially after today's trial, especially after Rita Skeeter's subsequent reports, and especially after Wildsmith sent out the latest issue of "Mysteries of Magic"." Dumbledore shook his head. "Even I can't resist this trend, Harry."

"Wizards generally have an overly strong curiosity. We are magical animals. It is our instinct to be curious about new magic. Even I cannot avoid it." Dumbledore continued: "Besides, you should have noticed that the club format is not conducive to normal teaching. After all, there are new students entering Hogwarts every year."

"Yes, this is indeed very distressing," Harry nodded and said, "The class hours per week are limited. I can't teach previous apprentices and new apprentices at the same time in this limited time."

"Then when you become a formal professor, you won't have to worry about such trivial matters anymore," Dumbledore said lightly, "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall will arrange the most suitable class time for you."

"Thank you," Harry said sincerely, "You've helped me so much, Dumbledore. I can assure you that you won't have to worry about Voldemort anymore." "Hey, Harry, why does that sound like you're urging me to retire?" Dumbledore joked, "I think I'm still young and can work for at least another 20 years."

"If you have another 20 years to work, you might as well find a partner to spend the rest of your life with."

"Cough, cough, cough." Dumbledore turned his head away after coughing violently. "Let's not talk about my wife for now, Harry. Anyway, when you become a formal professor at Hogwarts, given your age and experience, there will definitely be many people who question you. I hope you are prepared for this and don't have any radical mentality."

"Of course not," Harry said without hesitation, "You know, I only care about the spread of Shamanism and the revival of elements. As for the rest, I don't care."

"Yes, you don't care," Dumbledore muttered in a voice no one could hear, "I wish you cared more."

"What?" Harry asked.

"I mean, let me tell you a secret, Harry," Dumbledore said, "Decades ago, when Voldemort still called himself Tom, he returned to Hogwarts and wanted to become a professor."

"But you rejected him," Harry said what he knew, "According to Ron, from then on, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course was cursed, and it would consume a professor every year."

"Yes, consumption - what a terrible word" Dumbledore sighed.

"So what was your reason for rejecting him?" Harry asked curiously.

"I said he was too young and lacked some...experience," Dumbledore shrugged, "and then he left in anger."

"So what's the real reason?" Harry asked.

"I suspected at the time that he wanted the job in order to find something, or to get closer to someone... maybe to find some secret of Hogwarts. Whatever the case, I turned him down."

"Horcruxes?" Harry guessed.

"Yes, it took me so many years to come up with such an answer. I think he returned to Hogwarts to find something that could carry a fragment of his soul," Dumbledore said seriously, "I know him very well, Harry, and I know Tom very well. He is a proud man, so he would never allow those mediocre things to become the carrier of a part of himself."

"It can also prevent Voldemort from building up prestige among students and cultivating his own followers." Harry nodded. He suddenly said, "So you trust me so much? In your eyes, shouldn't those shaman apprentices be my natural followers?"

"We're here, Harry." Dumbledore stopped at the door of the Burrow and turned around to say, "I hope Molly won't blame me for taking you away alone."

Without knocking on the door, Harry and Dumbledore could hear the noise coming from inside just by standing at the door of the Burrow.

Fred and George's intertwined wild laughter, Percy's roar when he killed his two younger brothers, Ginny's extremely fast and excited screams, as long as she was not in front of Harry, this red-haired girl could always burst out with amazing energy and enthusiasm.

In addition, there was the sound of Mrs. Weasley busy trying to save the situation, and the sound of Mr. Weasley laughing - it was not an illusion, Harry even heard Hermione's voice - Hermione also came to the Burrow?
It was much earlier than the time mentioned in her previous letter, and at this moment Hermione was in the Burrow, loudly urging Ron to stop the war between the twins and Percy.

what!
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Harry shook his head slightly.

"Promise me, Harry." Dumbledore, who was also listening to the voices in the Burrow, suddenly said, "Never - never forget your original intention - promise me, okay?"

"In the name of the Great Prophet, Dumbledore," Harry said softly, "you can trust me, and I will never betray your trust."

There was no answer, and Dumbledore raised his hand and knocked on the door.

no response.

Dumbledore had to knock harder, and then he heard Mrs. Weasley scolding Fred and approaching the front door while mumbling something, and then the back door opened.

"Oh! Professor Dumbledore! And Harry! You are finally here?" Mrs. Weasley, who was wearing an apron and holding a soup spoon in one hand, said with surprise when she saw the people at the door: "Come in! The meal is ready - God, my naughty ghosts, they never let me have a moment of peace, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, Molly," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "But I won't go in. I have an appointment with someone... Sorry."

"Well, Professor Dumbledore," Mrs. Weasley said sympathetically, "it's a shame you're always so busy."

"There's always a chance," Dumbledore consoled, "Anyway, I've brought Harry here safely. I wish you a happy holiday."

As if he was in a hurry to escape from the Burrow, Harry was sure that Dumbledore was lying when he said he had an appointment. However, he did not expose Dumbledore. He just watched the old man quickly Apparate away after greeting Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley, who rushed out of the living room in a hurry, did not even have time to see Dumbledore.

——He looked like he couldn’t stand the lively scene.

Harry walked into the Burrow amid cheers, and was treated just like a hero who had won a battle. To his surprise, not only Hermione was there, but Neville was also there.

Mr. Weasley was excitedly recounting everything that had happened in Courtroom 4 today. Mrs. Weasley had even allowed him to drink a little wine today. Taking advantage of the wine, this lively man even mocked his own minister.

"Fudge made an absolutely stupid move!" Mr. Weasley said bluntly, "I'm afraid he and his group are the only ones in the room who care about the nonsense of casting spells outside the school. Those members of the Wizengamot don't care about what he says at all. They only care about Harry's magic!"

Under normal circumstances, Mrs. Weasley would never allow her husband to say these words in front of the children, but who could blame today's special circumstances?

After learning that Harry's lawsuit was successful - even though there were some twists and turns in the middle, Mrs. Weasley was sincerely happy for Harry, as long as he was fine.

As a result, no one cares about many rules and regulations anymore.

"Merlin's socks! The founder of a new magic system!" Mr. Weasley shouted excitedly at the head of the table, "Haha! You really should see with your own eyes the expression on his face when he walked out of the Fourth Courtroom - damn, I can't imitate it at all!"

Looking at Mr. Weasley who was trying hard to contort his facial muscles to try to replicate Fudge's last expression, Harry's expression was somewhat subtle.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Weasley, you went home after the trial? Then how did you know the whole process of the trial?" Harry stared into Mr. Weasley's eyes and said, "You can't get in, right?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Choked by his saliva, Mr. Weasley made two groans before continuing, "Cough, cough, well, Harry, you know, I'm quite popular - well, anyway, I have my own way."

"Don't talk about this, kid," Mr. Weasley quickly changed the subject, "I bet the members of the Wizengamot knew about you a long time ago. It's hard for Fudge to hide it for so long. He probably thought he had discovered some big secret, haha!!"

Mr. Weasley laughed happily without any respect for his boss - while Percy looked at his father with a complicated expression, then looked at Harry, then lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

It can be seen that everything that happened during this period was very shocking to Percy, overturning his previous cognition - the cognition that the Ministry of Magic is invincible and cannot be violated.

(End of this chapter)