Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 158 157. Gryffindor Celebration

Today's classes were finally over. The students had no intention of listening to the lecture and kept talking about Harry. Professor McGonagall even had to get angry about this before she could finally get the students' attention.

Professor Binns' History of Magic class rarely turned into a sleeping class. It was as lively as a vegetable market. The ghost professor kept reading from the textbook while the students were discussing enthusiastically below.

Some thought it was outrageous that Harry, a much younger student than themselves, had become a professor, while others thought that since Harry was so talented, there was nothing wrong with him being a professor. But in general, after all, they had spent a whole year with Harry and got to know him better, so the vast majority of students had no objection to Harry becoming a professor.

Many people even fantasized that Harry would give them another chance after becoming a professor. They also wanted to summon those handsome elemental giants. This is the nature of young people.

Harry had a really bad day. He could not remember how he managed to break through the crowd at breakfast time without hurting anyone else. For the rest of the day, except showing up in class, once the get out of class was over, Harry would leave the classroom as quickly as possible. And then no one saw him again, as if he had disappeared from the castle.

It was not until dinner time that Harry appeared in front of everyone again, but this time he did not sit at the Gryffindor table, but at the guest of honor seat on the side of the four long tables where only professors could sit.

At first glance, he was only a bit taller than Professor Flitwick.

He was still wearing a student robe, but the Gryffindor badge on his chest had been taken off, perhaps to distinguish himself from the other students. Harry also had a fur cloak draped over his shoulders, which gave him a heroic air.

Fred and George were already whistling wildly, but Dumbledore didn't care and just watched the excitement below with a smile.

All the professors were present today, even Professor Trelawney, who had been staying in her office, came. Not only that, she also kept talking to Harry who was sitting next to her. However, this professor of Divination was not very good at communicating with others, so many of her words made Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to her and did not get along well with her, feel embarrassed.

Professor Trelawney still wanted to learn Divination, very much.

Just like the matriculation dinner a few days ago, even though the students were very curious about the new professor, Dumbledore never introduced him in advance. Instead, he ate first. When everyone was full, he stood up and said, "I think everyone should have eaten enough, right?"

"Yes, Professor! We are full now! Let's get started!"

Fred shouted and Professor McGonagall glared at him.

"Okay, okay." Without getting angry, Dumbledore said cheerfully, "I'm sure you've all noticed that the person sitting next to me tonight is a little different than usual."

"Yes, although it may be a little late to tell you now, I still want to tell you that we have a new professor - you may already know him."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the students from the four colleges below became noisy in an instant, whistling and shouting wildly, especially the Gryffindor students. Some of them even jumped onto the dining table by standing on the chairs and started dancing, which made Professor McGonagall's blood pressure rise.

The Gryffindor students couldn't help but be excited - a student from their house, even a second-year student, became a professor!!
This is a professor recognized by the Ministry of Magic, or the entire wizarding community!! A real professor!!!
Twelve Year Old Professor!!
There is a carnival waiting for Harry in the Gryffindor common room tonight. No Gryffindor will allow himself to miss such a major event that can be recorded in the history of Hogwarts.

"Yes! Professor! We have known him for a long time!!" George stood up and shouted, and behind him, the Gryffindor students also shouted.

"Harry Potter is our king!!"

"Long live Harry Potter!!!"

"Long live the Minotaur!!!"

"Long live the Shaman!!!"

"..."

Harry: "..."

The various roars mixed together and were almost impossible to hear, but the sporadic words that leaked out were enough to make him laugh and cry.

It wasn't just the Gryffindor students who were excited to join in the fun, even the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students didn't miss it. After all, Harry was quite popular and many people had come to him or wanted to ask him to tell fortunes for them.

Only the Slytherin table was a little deserted, but some people applauded after Dumbledore finished speaking - after all, even though they were extremely repulsive to Draco Malfoy, who would not be willing to establish a connection with the elements and learn new magic?

Draco was the only Slytherin student among the twelve apprentices, which was why Draco was besieged last year.

The whole restaurant was in chaos for a moment. Dumbledore seemed to shout something, but unfortunately no sound came out, so he had to use his wand to set off several deafening fireworks before he finally made the students quiet down.

"It seems that our Professor Potter is more popular than I thought," Dumbledore said with emotion, "Yes, I am honored to announce to you that Professor Potter will be the professor of a new course at Hogwarts, the Shaman Course."

Amidst the cheers again, Harry stood up, greeted the four long tables and sat down again. He did not say anything to introduce himself like Lockhart did a few nights ago. After all, he was no stranger to the students of Hogwarts.

As if sensing something, Harry turned his head slightly to look at Lockhart on the other side of the long table - he said that he felt something was wrong, it turned out that the self-boasting voice that Lockhart often spoke was missing in his ears today.

The brightly dressed wizard turned his head and said something to Professor Sprout beside him, while Professor Sprout looked impatient, but at least he responded out of consideration for their colleague.

"...Shamanism is an elective course, but unlike other elective courses that can only be chosen in the third year, this course will be screened for seven grades at the same time in the first semester of each year..."

"…The examination rules are also different from other courses. Please wait for notification for details…"

"...There are three classes in total, and each class..."

On the other side, Dumbledore was still explaining the new Shaman course as briefly as possible. The first-year students didn't understand why a boy who looked not much older than themselves became a professor. They just sat in the chair with a confused look on their faces and listened to the seniors around them talking about Harry's legendary story.

Many people had been holding their breath after failing to establish a connection with the earth element last year, and wanted to prove themselves again this year, so even though what Dumbledore said was a bit boring, they all listened carefully.

"Anyway, the new timetable will be sent out as soon as possible. If you still don't understand something, you may have to ask our Professor Potter," Dumbledore said humorously, "After all, like you, I didn't have any reaction after drinking the potion... Candy is still candy."

A burst of good-natured laughter.

After Dumbledore announced the end of dinner, the students of Gryffindor House had already begun to discuss how to celebrate. The bolder ones directly assigned tasks. Some went to the kitchen to get food, while others took the secret passage to Hogsmeade to buy drinks.

The professors pretended not to hear this loud conspiracy, and just gave Harry their blessings when they left.

"That's great, Harry." Listening to the Gryffindor students shouting at Harry to go back early as they left, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Perhaps you can become the most popular professor in Hogwarts - to be honest, I have always been worried that students will oppose you becoming a professor."

"Really? Really worried?" Harry asked.

"It's fake. You are Harry Potter," Dumbledore said in a deliberately long voice.

Harry laughed out loud because he could tell that Dumbledore was imitating what Ron always said, the lively old man.

"Anyway, thank you, Dumbledore," Harry said seriously, "You've helped me so much." Dumbledore only showed up at the matriculation dinner, and was not in the school for the next few days. Harry also knew what the old man was busy with - persuading the school board, the Ministry of Magic, and those other Wizengamoy wizards.

It allows people to accept the emergence of the Shamanism class, and also allows people to accept Harry, the discoverer and founder of the new magic, as the professor of this course.

This was indeed not an easy task. Even though people in the wizarding world were more accepting of geniuses because of the individual power of magic, in the end it was Dumbledore who used his prestige to suppress the voices of opposition.

"...Compared to your magnanimity, what I said before seemed a bit aggressive," Harry smiled self-deprecatingly.

What he was talking about, of course, was the conversation between himself and Dumbledore after the trial that day, about Fudge and the Ministry of Magic.

"Of course not, Harry." Dumbledore lowered his head in surprise, staring into Harry's eyes and said, "This is really... unexpected."

For a moment, even Dumbledore didn't know what to say. It was unexpected - very unexpected, as if young Tom had sincerely told him that he shouldn't be aggressive towards other children.

Caught off guard.

"I am very happy, Harry, very happy." Without elaborating on why he was happy, Dumbledore just said happily.

"As long as you are happy," Harry also laughed, "What did Ms. Marchbank say?"

"Oh, she agreed to your request to conduct a separate exam for the Shaman class, independent of the OWL exam and the NEWTs exam." Dumbledore explained: "It will be conducted once a year. As long as you think your apprentice has completed his studies and can go out to work, you can take it together with the NEWTs exam."

"Oh, by the way, Harry," Dumbledore suddenly remembered something and added, "According to Ms. Marchbank, you may need to meet with her again in the future to discuss the details."

"After all, the specific content of your exam needs to be carefully discussed, but there is no one in the Ministry of Magic who understands this subject." Dumbledore stroked his beard and said, "In fact, Ms. Marchbank asked me to tell you if you are interested in working for the Wizarding Examinations Authority? This way, there will be someone to preside over the shaman exams."

"I'm afraid that won't work. I'm still busy teaching my apprentices." Harry couldn't help but sigh. "As for the content of the exam and the standard of grades... I have to think about it carefully. There's no rush. Anyway, the apprentices nowadays are still far from being able to take charge of their own affairs."

"It's up to you to decide," Dumbledore said unconcernedly. "Anyway, Professor Potter, I look forward to the day when your apprentice graduates."

Harry felt something stirring in his heart.

"...Don't worry, they will make the wizarding world a better place," Harry said seriously.

"Of course, we all hope so."

Dumbledore, the old Gryffindor, refused the invitation to join the Gryffindor common room in the fun. He was as aloof as ever and refused to go to any crowded places.

As for Harry - Harry was carried into the Gryffindor common room.

Just after they exchanged the command, the portrait of the Fat Lady moved to the side, and many arms stretched out from inside, pulled Harry in, and then directly lifted him up... Harry always felt that he seemed to have encountered a similar situation last year.

From the entrance of the common room to the highest point of the hall, the Gryffindor students used their arms to carry Harry to that position. The senior students who came back first had already used magic to conjure up a running, uh, bull-headed lion with a crown in the middle of its horns, which highlighted the sense of incongruity.

Before Harry could stand firmly, a white light enveloped him - for a moment, Harry thought that Rita had already brought people into the Gryffindor common room, so much so that the camera flashes had come here.

But when he turned around, he saw a very thin, gray-haired boy staring at him with a red face and a Muggle plastic camera in his hand. He should be a freshman who enrolled this year.

"Hello! Professor Porter!" The little boy said with rapid breathing, holding the camera tightly in his hand with several fingers. "My name is Colin Colivey! I, I am your admirer, do you think - can I - can I take some pictures of you?"

The noisy crowd in the Gryffindor common room quieted down a little. After all, unlike the students who had just enrolled, they had been with Harry for a year and knew this boy. No, it should be said that this professor did not like people calling him the Boy-Who-Lived, nor did he like people to gather around him and stare at him. He was usually very low-key.

"I, I know everything about you, Professor Potter," Krivie was still stammering excitedly, "Everyone told me how you escaped from the You-Know-Who, how he disappeared, and so on, and your scar. I, a boy in my dormitory also said that as long as you use the developing potion, the people in the photos will move, and your Quidditch games, you and the Ministry of Magic-"

"Okay, Colin, can I call you that?" Harry raised his hand to signal Colin to stop talking. He continued, "You should ask my opinion before taking the photo. My personal opinion is that I don't really like appearing in newspapers, being interviewed or photographed."

Krivy's mouth opened and his face looked even redder.

"But today is indeed a special day. I'll leave this photo in there for you as a souvenir. Remember not to spread it to others." Harry said with a smile: "By the way, I have another request."

"Please go ahead! Please go ahead!" When he heard that the photo he had just taken could be preserved, Krivi was obviously relieved and he said happily.

"No need to be so polite," Harry waved his hand. "I just want to borrow your camera to take a group photo of everyone here today. This is a happy event for all of us Gryffindor, isn't it?"

The last sentence is directed to the other people who are currently in the public lounge.

"That's right! Professor Potter!" someone shouted. "By the way, Colin! Can you give me a copy of the photo when it's developed?"

"I also want!"

"Give me one too!"

No one would miss such a thing that could be taken as a family heirloom, and Colin certainly would not refuse Harry's request.

At this time, those who volunteered to get food and drinks also ran back with things, mainly butterbeer, after all, a group of people had just finished dinner.

The celebration party for Gryffindor students had just begun. Fred and George came out of the dormitory carrying a sack. They lit fireworks one after another. These beautiful things that crackled and exploded flew around the ceiling of the common room and almost knocked down the chandelier.

Various shouting sounds were mixed together, and Harry could hear Ron beside him had to roar loudly so that Fred and George opposite him could hear what he was saying.

Ron was asking about the fireworks - the ones Fred and George had planned to use as a prank on Lockhart, and now they were both setting them off.

"Just buy more. Today is Harry's big day as a professor!"

Not caring about such trivial matters at all, Fred and George just wanted to make the scene more lively.

Harry had already taken the camera from Colivie. After fiddling with it for a while, he knew how to use it. He threw the camera out and it floated in the air by itself.

"Everyone! Look here!"

Harry's voice, amplified by magic, reached everyone's ears. They turned their heads, surrounded Harry, and posed in various ways towards the camera floating in the air.

——Crack!
(End of this chapter)