Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 18: Professor McGonagall's Lack of Motivation and the Little Spy
"It sounds like you've seen through me."

"Of course, of course! Boy, I can still see the flame of adventure burning in your heart. Ahaha! Can't wait to explore this castle and look for treasures, right?"

This hat is even more talkative than many people.

"Many children have the same idea as you. After all, this is an ancient castle with so many years of history. I guarantee that even Albus would not dare to say that he knows all the secrets of Hogwarts. The most important thing is that many students will leave puzzles when they graduate, waiting for the younger generation to solve them."

"That's great," Harry couldn't help laughing. "What will they use as treasure? Galleons? Or some rare magical item? Something that will make me rich?"

"Oh, you kid," the hat's voice suddenly lowered, and it muttered, "The important thing should be the adventure process. You are not acting like a child at all... Well, the treasure is indeed important too!"

"Gryffindors like treasure too?", Harry asked.

"He absolutely loves it." As a hat that Gryffindor had used before, the hat gave the answer without hesitation, without even needing to recall. "Gryffindor loves treasure hunting - Oh! No, no, no! Not the Forbidden Forest, kid, I've seen it all. Don't go to the Forbidden Forest. There's no treasure in the Forbidden Forest, really."

"If Minerva knew that you got the inspiration from me and wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest, she would definitely take the thread off the poor old hat - ha, you already had a plan, right? That's fine - I mean, be safe! Boy! You are not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest!"

The conversation with the hat was much more pleasant than Harry had imagined. As an old hat with a history of a thousand years, it did provide Harry with a lot of suggestions for his planned adventure - it even gave a few clues and urged Harry to look for them.

Only after the word Gryffindor was called out overhead did Harry stand up with some reluctance and put the hat back… If time had not been limited, he would have really wanted to chat more.

The magic items in this world are truly amazing, just like a real person, able to think and talk.

Harry looked up and saw that the red-haired twins had stood up at the Gryffindor table, slamming their hands on the table and howling:

"We have a minotaur!!!"

“Ohh ...

After a big fight on the train, Harry's horns and his self-proclaimed name became a well-known thing. In the eyes of these young wizards, this insistence is not a problem at all, even - too cool! !
Powerful wizards always have unique quirks, so it is reasonable that the powerful Harry would behave more eccentrically than anyone else.

That's what we wizards are like.

"Minotaur! Minotaur! Minotaur!"

The cheers around the Gryffindor table had turned into uniform shouts, one after another - in the end, it was not even limited to Gryffindor, even some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws nearby joined in the cheers, which was very rhythmic.

Except for the Slytherins, only the Slytherin table was silent. Everyone had a stern face, as if someone had died.

Harry turned his head to glance at Professor McGonagall beside him - this serious professor looked like he was going to eat alive the leading Gryffindors, the ones who shouted the loudest and were the most enthusiastic, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Let me put it more clearly. Professor McGonagall wanted to kill Fred and George... The twins did sense this murderous intent, but now they don't care.

At least have some fun before you die.

"The great Harry Potter has arrived at his most loyal Gryffindor!"

As Harry approached the Gryffindor table, Fred gave a loud shout and made way.

"Oh! My great Minotaur King, please come over here. We have reserved your throne for you!"

George was bowing on the other side.

Every one of these two brothers is a sycophantic and arrogant person, a complete traitor.

And the other Gryffindor students were also very cooperative. They stood up and lined the aisles to welcome Harry. It must be said that today's battle really made many people admire this boy who survived a disaster.

The savior is worthy of being the savior, born to be a Gryffindor! It's perfect.

This feeling of being the leader of the children made Harry speechless. He was sent to the middle of the Gryffindor table surrounded by the twins. Harry tried to struggle, but then found that he could not break free unless he intended to hurt the two of them, so he could only be carried like this.

And when he sat down, the whole restaurant burst into applause again...except for the Slytherins.

Professor McGonagall took great pains to calm the lively atmosphere down a little, and finally sorted the last few students into houses.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was really nice - he was nice because he didn't give long speeches. After just a few simple words of welcome, he announced that dinner was ready.

To be honest, the food at Hogwarts was quite good. Harry found that there were not many British dishes, but more French dishes, which was a good thing.

The Gryffindor people were also very enthusiastic and kept talking to Harry, introducing which dishes were more delicious and telling him how to pass messages to the house-elves if he wanted more.

While the students below began to eat voraciously after being hungry for such a long time, the professors in the restaurant were not idle either, eating and chatting.

"Cheer up, Minerva," Professor Felive said cheerfully, "You are now the Head of the Boy-Who-Lived. This is such a great honor. Maybe it will be recorded in the history of magic in the future."

"Really? Filius," Professor McGonagall looked at the old man next to her expressionlessly, "How about we exchange?"

"Ahaha, that's not necessary," Professor Felive laughed dryly. "Hogwarts has never allowed students who have already been sorted to transfer houses in all these years. This is not good. Well, not good."

We have been friends for many years, so who doesn’t know who is thinking what?

Professor Feltrivel was simply teasing Professor McGonagall, congratulating her Gryffindor for having a student who could cause so much trouble.

As a Ravenclaw, Professor Feliwi just wants to live a quiet life and not get involved in the disputes outside.

It is foreseeable that Professor McGonagall will have a headache for the next seven years - look, she is already sighing.

"I'm afraid I'll hardly ever see the House Cup again, Filius," Professor McGonagall said sadly with a deep sigh.

"Ah, the House Cup?" Professor Felive couldn't laugh anymore. If possible, who would want to see Slytherin win the House Cup for six consecutive years?
To the extent that every time they were in front of Snape, they both felt a little ashamed, and felt that their level as professors had fallen behind... There were very few people who could give extra points to the students of their own college as unscrupulously as Snape did.

Speaking of it.

"By the way, Professor Snape?" Suddenly remembering something, Professor McGonagall turned her head and looked at Snape on the other side. "As the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, if possible, I hope you can be as fair and just as possible in your future teaching life."

"...Of course." Putting down his knife and fork, Snape turned his head and stared into Professor McGonagall's eyes, and replied calmly, "Always like this."

It was not good to continue talking about this, as it would be detrimental to the relationship between colleagues. Professor McGonagall sighed again. She felt that she was probably going to sigh out all her anger for this year today.

Even though Snape agreed so readily now, to be honest, considering this man's past behavior... Professor McGonagall felt that it would be difficult for him to do so.

Slytherin won the house cup for six consecutive years thanks to Snape's favoritism and deductions from other houses.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall might be a little unhappy about this kind of behavior, but she would never deduct Slytherin's points in the same way - if it weren't for the special circumstances this year, Professor McGonagall would not even intend to say what she just said to Professor Snape.

Don't get me wrong, Professor McGonagall is not afraid that Professor Snape will deduct a lot of points from Gryffindor because of her past and the fact that Harry is in Gryffindor house.

What she was afraid of was that Snape would give Gryffindor a crazy amount of points.

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Harry was very satisfied with his first dinner party in the wizarding world. It was lively, just like a bonfire party in Thunder Bluff. The only thing that made him a little regretful was that the food was not magical enough.

After seeing the magic in this world, Harry was looking forward to seeing some magical food... such as talking cakes or food that changed taste automatically.

Well, it was just like those snacks from the wizarding world that he had eaten on the Hogwarts train, like chocolate frogs, very unique.

It's a pity that all we got in the end was mashed potatoes and stew, which was so Muggle.

After everyone had eaten, Dumbledore clapped his hands and the table became clean in an instant.

As concise as his initial speech, Dumbledore humorously emphasized the things that need to be paid attention to while studying at Hogwarts - such as the Forbidden Forest that many people advised Harry to be careful of, and not to cast spells casually in the corridors, etc.

Another area that was emphasized was the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, and when Dumbledore said this, Harry was sure that the lively old man was looking at him.

……What's the meaning?
Is this an invitation?

Harry's adventurer's soul was burning.

For children who have not yet reached adulthood, well, I should say for everyone, the more you emphasize not to press a button, the more people will want to press it. Dumbledore's final emphasis seemed to Harry to have this meaning.

He was a little unsure.

Following the prefect Percy all the way to the Gryffindor common room, there were five people in a dormitory, including Harry, Ron, Neville, and two new children, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

To be honest, there were too many people and the space that belonged to him was too small. Harry was not used to it.

As a shaman, Harry has a lot of things he needs to buy... such as totems, offerings to elements and ancestors, or herbs, magic items and the like.

It's inconvenient to live with so many people at the same time.

'Perhaps I can apply to Headmaster Dumbledore later and ask him to allow me to build a wooden house by the Forbidden Forest?'

With this thought in mind, Harry fell into a deep sleep.

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Some people sleep, but some people can't sleep because they have the world in their hearts.

"...His thinking is indeed very mature and he is very motivated. I see fearless courage in him, Albus. Real courage is not recklessness. He has a belief in his heart, and he dares to sacrifice his life for that belief."

"You know, very few people can see themselves clearly, and those who can see themselves clearly are usually old enough and have experienced enough things... But little Harry has already recognized himself. I don't see him being confused, which is not in line with his age at all."

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore stared at the Sorting Hat in front of him and listened to the hat telling him everything it saw.

"Honestly, Albus, I don't think there's anything to guard against with this child," the hat said, opening and closing. "If he had appeared a thousand years ago, I think he would even be Gryffindor's best friend - Gryffindor likes people like little Harry."

"Oh... I didn't expect you to like him so much." In this deserted place, Dumbledore also became frank, "He probably only wore you for more than twenty minutes."

"We talked a lot, Albus," the Sorting Hat said excitedly, "about adventures in the castle, adventures in the Forbidden Forest - oh, forget about that. Anyway, we really got along well. That kid is a well-deserved Gryffindor. His desire for adventure is exactly the same as that of the Gryffindor back then."

"...It's great to hear you say that," Dumbledore looked relieved and a little pleased.

"I know what you're thinking, Albus, even though you didn't put me on and no one was chatting with the old hat," the Sorting Hat twisted its body and said, "But I have to tell you that the child is different - you can't treat him as a child, you have to treat him as an adult wizard."

"If you treat him the same way you treat your child, I don't think your relationship will be very pleasant."

"Of course, I have discovered that," Dumbledore nodded and said, "Thank you, Sorting Hat, your information is very helpful."

"Ah, I actually really hope to chat with more people. After all, you know, I can only stay here for a whole year, facing this bird..."

The Sorting Hat was still mumbling something, but after Dumbledore waved his finger, it floated up and finally landed on the cabinet next to it.

(End of this chapter)