Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 160 159. Harry's Teaching and Demonstration
Signaling the apprentices to make room, Harry used the earth element to create a dummy five steps away as a target.

"Before I start the demonstration, I must make one thing clear to you," Harry said solemnly to his apprentices, "If you don't want to break away from the shamanic path and lose the favor of the elements, then you must never imitate everything I do in private."

Harry's words were so serious that even the apprentices who were particularly excited about seeing Harry demonstrate shamanic spells again stopped laughing.

It sounds scary.

"Next, I will use the same fire element spell to attack the dummy." Harry continued: "The first time, I will recite the spell in English, the second time in Minotaur, and the third time in Elemental Language. You can observe the changes."

"Yes, mentor."

Turning his head and looking at the dummy opposite him, Harry raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Fire Element, please help me destroy that target! (English)"

This was a language that all the apprentices could understand directly, and after Harry finished speaking, they saw a line of fire coming out from the air beside Harry, and in the blink of an eye it had landed on the dummy.

The stone dummy naturally did not move at all, but only a charred black mark was left on it.

"This is a spell in English. Remember it. The spells I will recite next are actually this sentence." Harry reminded again, raised his hand and shouted to the dummy: "Fire Elemental, please help me destroy that target! (Tauren language)"

The next moment, a fireball about the size of a football suddenly ignited next to Harry, drew an arc and hit the dummy.

The temperature was very high, and in addition to leaving a large charred mark, it also had an impact force that directly knocked one shoulder and one arm of the stone dummy onto the grass.

Without stopping, Harry continued to shout: "Fire Elemental, please help me destroy that target! (Elemental language)."

This sentence did not sound like a human sound at all. It was more like a hum or an explosion, as if the throat had completely become that of another creature. It was chaotic and unclear.

As the spell was uttered, a ball of fire suddenly appeared next to the dummy and completely enveloped it. The incredible heat made the apprentice's face hot even at a distance of five steps. When the fire dissipated, they only saw a melted dummy.

magma.

The apprentices rushed over as quickly as possible. They could even see the rocks that had been burned into liquid flowing down, swallowing up all the surrounding grass.

"...Is this really the same spell?" Katie Bell said in astonishment: "It's incredible!"

Especially the last part of the spell. In the apprentices' view, the sound Harry made at the end did not sound like a sound that could be made by a human being. It was very consistent with the image of the spell in their minds - and then when they thought that the spell that sounded so mysterious was essentially the same sentence at the beginning, several people felt confused for a moment.

"This is just the simplest demonstration," Harry explained with a smile, "In fact, the sentence shouted in English can achieve the same effect as the sentence shouted in Minotaur, but Minotaur... well, you just need to know that Minotaur is more suitable."

What Harry was not comfortable saying was that after thousands of years of inheritance and evolution, the Tauren language had passively become a language very suitable for communicating with elements, whether in pronunciation, intonation or words. Moreover, the sentence he just shouted was also modified Tauren Shaman language.

In the long life and battles, the Tauren Shamans have discovered that certain sentences and words, when combined together, can make the elements display a fixed power, or produce a specific effect. If you really count it, this combination of sentences and words can also be regarded as a spell.

It's like a wizard arranging and combining magic formulas to utilize arcane power.

In comparison, English, which has had no demand in this regard since its birth, is much worse. English can indeed reach the level of Tauren, but it requires careful refinement and improvement to make it fit the elements.

However, there is no need to explain this matter in detail to these apprentices.

"Come back first, the demonstration isn't over yet." Harry called back his apprentice and raised his hand to make another dummy next to the stone dummy that had already died.

"Just now, I demonstrated to you only the most basic influence of different languages on the effects of shamanic spells," Harry said seriously. "No matter what kind of magic you learn, language is the first thing you need to learn. Sometimes you even need to find a way to simulate some pronunciations, because some sounds in some languages cannot be pronounced by your flesh."

"Ask a question, Master," Penelope raised her hand and asked, "If I simulate the pronunciation, will the magic effect be reduced or disappear?"

"That's inevitable, Penelope," Harry explained, "which is why wizards... witches need to learn more languages."

To reduce the loss of magic effects.

"Like I said just now, this is just a simple demonstration. The nature of shamanic spells doesn't mean that casting spells will be easy, nor does it mean that you only need to speak out your thoughts."

"You need to use your spirit to guide the elements to achieve your intentions, because the elements don't actually know to what extent you want to achieve it. You can guide the elemental fire to attack your target, and you can also guide the elemental fire to serve as your shield."

As Harry spoke, just like the three rock shields before, now there were three fire shields surrounding him, hot and red, and they also expanded or shrank with the movement of Harry's fingers.

"As you become more proficient in the power of elements, you will also learn about the combined use of the four elements and other profound knowledge." Harry shook his head slightly, "So don't think that you can use shamanic spells well just by shouting out your ideas."

"I understand, Master," Draco Malfoy said in a low voice, "Then according to what you said just now, Master, let's not talk about the elements' own personalities, the degree to which the elements like us is also easy to understand. People who are more loved by the elements will find it easier to cast spells, and the power will be greater - what about the sincerity of the words?"

"Well, Draco, you really listened to the class carefully." Harry first praised the child who was obviously much calmer, and then continued: "Just now I demonstrated to you the influence of different languages on shamanic spells, and next, I will demonstrate to you the most important thing, the sincerity of the words."

Harry's eyes swept across the faces of his apprentices one by one.

"-What is a shaman?" Harry asked suddenly after a long while without rushing to act.

Hermione raised her hand immediately, and following Harry's signal, she quickly answered: "Shamans are guides of souls and mediators of elements. They are responsible for protecting the world and making it a better place for us to live in."

"Shamans cannot be defined by simple good or evil. We are not servants of the elements or spirits, but rather a relationship of equality, committed to the balance of the world."

What Hermione memorized were naturally the definitions from the unpublished "Beginner's Guide to Shamanism". They were no strangers to the elements that were now well known to the magical world, but the other apprentices did not understand spirits and souls.

And Harry had no intention of explaining at the moment.

"Yes, that's right," Harry nodded and said, "Five points for Gryffindor."

This was the first time he used his power as a professor to give extra points to his students, and to be honest it felt quite strange.

"As Hermione said just now, we shamans are not servants of the elements and spirits. The relationship between us is equal. We can be friends or relatives - it's up to you." Harry said seriously: "And this is the sincerity of my words."

"For example, if Diggory asked Davis to get you a glass of water, what would you say to him?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Me?" Cedric Diggory didn't expect that he would be mentioned suddenly. He looked at Roger Davis beside him in confusion and said tentatively: "Uh, Davis, can you please get me a glass of water?"

"Of course, Diggory." Roger Davis bowed exaggeratedly and said with a smile, "I am happy to serve you." "Thank you, you are such a good person."

"You're welcome, you too."

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and then laughed in unison - not only them, but even the other apprentices next to them couldn't help but burst into laughter. Who could blame these two people for becoming more and more exaggerated in the end? It was too exaggerated for friends to come and go like this.

"So, mentor, you mean that when we communicate with the elements, we should also do the same as Davis and Diggory just now?" Filch said anxiously.

Filch's words undoubtedly made the apprentices stop smiling.

"Yes, you can understand it that way." Harry nodded and said seriously: "For shamans, this is especially important - that is to remember to say 'please'."

"Shamans are not servants of the elements, and similarly, the elements are not servants of the shamans... Just like two friends helping each other, the existence of shamans is beneficial to the elements. As I said in the first class last year, only when the four elements coexist can there be a harmonious and balanced world."

"The existence of elements is even more important to shamans," Harry continued. "Elements are not without desires. They have their own ideas, plans, and even ambitions. Elements are chaotic and disorderly, and it is precisely because of this that shamans are needed."

"Because even wizards cannot survive in an environment where only a single element exists," Qiu Zhang murmured. She vaguely understood what Harry meant.

"Yes, so shamans cannot unconditionally obey the will of the elements, and they cannot regard the elements as their slaves. This is not an oath spoken verbally, but requires you to truly believe it and practice it yourself - don't think about deceiving the elements, they can sense your intentions."

"So, remember to say 'please'" Padma Patil said with a smile, "I remember, mentor, but I have another question, what if we say something nice to praise the elements?"

"If your words can please the elements, then they will indeed give you more power." Harry shook his head slightly and said, "But Padma, don't forget the point - Shamans are not slaves to the elements, let alone slaves to power."

"If you bow down to the elements in order to gain more of their power, meet their every request, and bend to their will... you have become their slave."

When Harry finished speaking, the apprentices fell silent, with different expressions on their faces, and no one knew what they were thinking.

For these little wizards who had never experienced anything, the word "slave" was still very scary.

"Well, I have another question, mentor," Hannah Abbott couldn't help asking, "What would happen if we didn't say 'please' to the elements?"

"This is exactly what I want to warn you about," Harry said very seriously. "I must reiterate to you once again - you must never, ever imitate or try the demonstration I'm going to make in private."

"Otherwise, your shamanic journey will almost end here."

It must be said that Harry's warning was quite intimidating. The apprentices present immediately became serious and promised that they would never do that.

Harry didn't care about their oath. Anyway, the consequences of the matter would be borne by the apprentice himself. He just raised his hand and looked at the stone dummy.

"There will still be three demonstrations, but the language used in these three spells will be English, so you should be able to see the difference clearly." Harry said seriously: "Pay attention - great fire element, you are light and heat, chaos and destruction, life and creation, please bring destruction to my enemies!"

The more he recited it, the more awkward he felt. To be honest, this kind of spell... let's just call it a spell. Anyway, Harry had only recited it when he first started learning shamanic spells and on some special occasions. He would never cast spells like this during normal battles.

It was pure English. Different from the confused state when learning spells last year, every apprentice could understand what Harry was chanting at this moment, and they could not help but be stunned.

A fireball as big as a washbasin appeared next to Harry, and then smashed directly into the stone dummy - Boom! !
The scorching sparks splashed onto everyone's faces even from such a long distance. The scorching heat wave made Padma subconsciously turn around and avoid the blowing dust.

Not only was the high temperature and impact force enough to burn grass and wood to ashes, but there was even an explosion. When the flames dissipated, the apprentices saw that the dummy that had been standing there had disappeared, and even the remains of the dummy that was left next to it were gone. The red-burned stone fragments were scattered on the grass, but there was no need to worry about fire.

The sound of people gasping for air caused the temperature in Hogwarts in September to drop by another degree.

"This is... so handsome, Harry," Ron murmured with shining eyes, and even forgot that he should call Harry tutor in class.

But no one would care about this at the moment. Ron was just expressing the apprentices' feelings at the moment.

You know, they haven't forgotten what Harry just said, that the power of spells cast in English will be weakened - but the spell Harry just recited was composed of English.

"Focus and don't be distracted!" Harry reprimanded sternly, asking his apprentices to refocus.

He had summoned the third dummies from the place where the first two dummies disappeared.

"This is the second time - Flame, please destroy my enemies."

Compared to the fireball just now, the noise this time was much smaller - just a line of fire, no different from the demonstration Harry made at the beginning. The dummy's skin was not even broken, just a little charred mark was left.

"This, this difference is too big," Penelope said with a frown.

Harry's demonstration was very straightforward, so anyone with a little intelligence could see that Harry's several demonstrations were essentially the same request. The only difference was the words used when making the request to the elements.

The former spell, which was praised and flattered a lot, was responded with such a huge fireball, while the latter ordinary request only resulted in a line of fire. Although it was still powerful, it was far from enough.

"Don't worry, there's more." Without commenting on Penelope's words, Harry continued, "This is the third time - Fire Element! Come to me quickly! Follow my orders and destroy that target!"

Wow!
A flash of fire suddenly shot across Harry's head, singeing a lock of hair on his forehead, and there was a smell of burning protein.

The sudden noise startled several apprentices. According to Harry's words, they kept their eyes fixed on the dummy, but they didn't expect that the dummy was unharmed, while Harry's hair was burned by the fire.

"That's it." Harry pulled out the burnt hair on his forehead helplessly, sighed, turned around and said to the apprentices: "Never, never use the third method to communicate with the elements."

No one spoke. The apprentices wanted to laugh, but each of them tried hard not to laugh out loud.

"Do you think it's funny?" Harry didn't get angry. He just asked back, "What if I tell you that if you call upon the elementals in this way, the elementals will feel offended?"

"What if I tell you that the elements will be angry and hate you, and will never respond to your call again?"

"What if you are no longer shamans?"

(End of this chapter)