Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 21: The Amazing Wisdom of the Genius Twins
"Hermione is just very competitive, Ron." Ron could see that he had some opinions about Hermione, so Harry comforted her, "After all, she was born in a Muggle family, and she has always been worried that she will not be able to keep up with the courses at Hogwarts and be laughed at."

"Come on, Harry," Ron complained, "You two are the only ones in the whole class who were able to change that broken needle. Even Neville and I, who grew up in the wizarding world, couldn't do it. Even the Ravenclaw who took the same class with us couldn't do it. I don't know why she is dissatisfied with this result."

Ron saw it clearly.

"Admit it, she just wants to be better than you, Harry," Ron shrugged and said, "Oh my God, you are Harry Potter! The savior of the wizarding world!"

"I'm just an ordinary person, Ron, you're exaggerating," Harry shook his head slightly.

"Can an ordinary little wizard defeat You-Know-Who? Can an ordinary little wizard summon a stone giant bigger than a house?" Ron asked in return: "Hermione just refuses to admit it... Anyway, I won't compete with you, there's no need at all."

When the gap between each other is too big, even jealousy can't arise. There is no such thought from the beginning.

Ron couldn't be more satisfied with his current situation.

There are seven children in the Weasley family. Ron's parents love every one of them, but because there are so many children, some children will feel less love and are more likely to be ignored... At least at home, Ron is the one who is easily ignored. After all, under him is the youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family, Ginny.

But it is different now.

He did a great job on the first day in Hogwarts. Not only was he praised by so many Gryffindor seniors, but even those two hateful guys Fred and George patted him on the shoulders and praised him for a job well done. In the end, he even became a friend of the savior Harry Potter.

To be honest, Ron has always felt that his life during this period was as wonderful as a dream - it would be even better if he didn't have to complete the professor's assignments.

At the dinner table, Ron had recounted countless times the handsome scene of him punching Malfoy's ugly face - the most important thing was that there was always someone willing to listen, especially when a Slytherin passed by the table.

Even better if it was Malfoy himself passing by.

"Oh my God, listen to this—Fred, listen to this—what is this?"

"Isn't this our favorite little brother, little Ronnie?"

Ron, who was telling his legendary story, was suddenly stopped from behind by two people. They were his two good brothers, Fred and George.

"Let me think, what has the story become?"

"Little Ronnie defeated Malfoy and his two lackeys all by himself?"

"No, no, George, your version is outdated. There should be at least two--"

"Wait, maybe three?"

"Four, I think?"

"Well, let's all step aside, then five - five senior Slytherin students - God! I haven't heard a story about little Ronnie's great power for three minutes!"

"That's right! I feel like something is crawling all over my body!"

"Enough! Shut up! Fred! George!" Ron's face flushed red, and he wanted to kill his two brothers with the fork in his hand, "Can you guys eat properly?!"

In the absence of any threats, Ron was certain that his two brothers were his biggest threats.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became more lively, everyone burst into laughter, even Hermione, who had been frowning since the afternoon, couldn't help laughing.

These are the Weasley brothers. There is never a lack of joy where they are.

Ron disagrees.

"Wait a minute, what's on your two heads--???" Harry was speechless when he suddenly noticed the abnormality on the twins.

"You saw it! Harry!" Fred became more energetic.

"Yes! How's it going, Harry? Isn't it great?!"

The two men stood beside the long table with their hands on their hips, proudly showing the horns on their foreheads to everyone in the restaurant.

That's right, just like the pair of horns on Harry's head, Fred and George also had similar horns on their foreheads at this moment, which were even thicker and more curved - they were almost a bit like goat horns.

But I have to say that it looks very majestic and domineering.

"This is a great thing we made overnight! Harry!" Fred was very satisfied with himself for attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant. He was even more proud and patted his brother on the shoulder.

"That's right! The most important thing is that the strength of this pair of corners is far from as simple as it seems!" George shouted and stood directly on the chair, making himself the highest point in the entire restaurant, "Watch out!"

Fred was standing on the chair with him. The next second, in full view of everyone, the pair of horns on the brothers' foreheads began to flash!
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, it was like some colorful lights. The brothers' horns began to glow and quickly changed colors.

To be honest, Harry couldn't hold back his excitement at first when he saw the horns glowing. Later, when the horns began to change colors and directly illuminated the surrounding environment, Harry... well, he now had to suppress his impulse - the impulse to punch the two brothers hard.

The changing colors cast a different light on the faces of everyone around. Some people in the restaurant were already whistling, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively, and it was no longer limited to the Gryffindor table.

It was as if they were in a bar or a disco. Although there was no music, the twins still swayed to the sound of whistles. At the end, they raised their hands, one on the left and one on the right, and struck a handsome pose - the next second!
The next second! !

As Harry stared with red eyes, the horns on the twins' heads suddenly made a beeping sound, and there was a long bull mooing - and even a few streamers sprayed out, and a small golden-red magic firework was set off above their heads.

Sorry, Harry didn't mean to swear, but he really couldn't help it.

Harry gulped down a few mouthfuls of mashed potatoes. Only in this way could he resist the urge to bury both Fred and George in the ground.

To be honest, this kind of endurance is quite difficult - when his body returned to youth, Harry found that his youthful impulse and passion also returned.

So he kept repeating in his mind: These are all little cubs, little cubs, little calves, little calves…

Until he heard Fred and George take their bows to applause.

"thanks, thanks!!"

Just like actors after a performance on stage, the twins bowed to the surrounding areas of the restaurant to take their curtain calls.

“The same glowing horns as Harry Potter! Two Galleons a pair! They will light up your face all day long!!”

"Join us! Become a member of the Minotaur!!" "You are the next Minotaur!!"

"Make the Minotaur even greater!!"

Endure——endure it any longer——I can’t endure it anymore!!!

Harry punched them directly in the stomach one by one. The funny twins slid off the chairs with painful expressions, as if they were dying. They struggled and stretched out their trembling hands, acting like they were on their best - they really should be actors.

The atmosphere in the restaurant not only did not become solemn after Harry's two punches, but it became even more lively.

The applause, cheers, and whistles never stopped, not only at the Gryffindor table, but even at the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables next door, people stood up and shouted Fred and George's names to place their orders.

Even Slytherin!

It's just that the people at the Slytherin table didn't dare to say anything and even pretended to be disdainful.

Covering his face in pain, Harry really wondered if there was a generation gap between him and these little wizard boys - he probably couldn't stop them.

How can we stop them? We can't just hunt them down in Hogwarts, can we? They are just a bunch of students having fun.

And if people really want, they can make it themselves. Now I really feel the same way as Professor McGonagall - I think that was how she felt when Professor McGonagall returned the hammer and shield to her that day.

"Ha, Harry," Fred said, pretending to be weak and reaching out to grab the corner of Harry's robe under the chair, "We can split it for you, 40% to 60%! You get 40% and we get 60%!"

"I don't need that little money!" Harry turned his head and gritted his teeth and said, "You are tarnishing the glory of the Minotaur!"

"Hey, Harry, you can't say that." Instead of pretending to be seriously injured and falling to the ground, George suddenly jumped up and sat next to Harry, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "First of all, no money is a small amount of money. Any wealth needs to be accumulated - and a pair costs two Galleons, which is not a small amount of money."

"Right, look at everyone's cheers, this is definitely a bestseller," Fred also jumped up and sat on the other side of Harry. The two brothers double-teamed Harry, and he could hear everything from left to right. "And as an emerging race, we should bring more people in. Only with more people can we spread the glory of us minotaurs! Let's make our race even greater!"

These two brothers have directly regarded themselves as minotaurs.

"... Things are not what you think." This is a rare case. Harry said weakly, "You can only be regarded as performance art, not real minotaurs."

There were many things that were inconvenient to explain to Fred and George, and it was difficult to explain them clearly. There was no need to explain so much. In the eyes of the twins, the Minotaur was just a genius idea of Harry, and they were willing to join in this grand blueprint.

But the minotaurs in the eyes of the two are actually not the same thing.

At least Harry had never thought about Bullhead Cliff - sorry, Harry was a little angry, and he probably had never thought about what it would be like if the horns of the bulls on Thunder Bluff could automatically glow and change color and set off fireworks.

Kane's dad probably knows how to kill a cow... probably...

Well, Granny Magasa would probably not be able to bear it even more, since she is a traditionalist after all.

"Of course, of course," Fred patted Harry's shoulders repeatedly, "Of course we know nothing about minotaurs, but don't we still have you?"

"That's right. It's precisely because we know nothing about Minotaur that we need you to teach us the glory of Minotaur." George, who had completely complied with the situation, said with a smile, "Our Minotaur culture and customs."

“——This is so cool!!”

At the end of the conversation, the twins shouted in unison.

"...Your two eyes are just glowing," Harry couldn't help but complain, borrowing a phrase Hagrid had said to him before.

He propped himself up on the table with one hand on his head, feeling very tired.

——But to be honest, considering the things I want to promote in this world in the future, such as spreading shamanism and reviving elements from all over the world...it seems that there is no problem in connecting with the Tauren?
Using the characteristics of the minotaur as the symbol of this road can also enhance the organization's sense of identity - and by the way, it can also spread some of the minotaur-style customs and things in Harry's memory, so that he can find familiar scenes in this world and alleviate homesickness.

...seems pretty good?
Harry was trying to comfort himself, and he was really trying - otherwise there might have been bloodshed in the Hogwarts restaurant today.

After all, this is not Azeroth, and things have to be done in a different way.

Right, that is it.

That's right.

——The premise is that the horns must not be colorful or changeable! They must not glow! They must not make strange noises or set off fireworks!

Absolutely not!!!

This is Harry's bottom line!
Panting, not at all his usual relaxed look, Harry's breathing was a little off.

"Isn't this great?" Hermione, who had been laughing non-stop, said with a smile, "I'm afraid when you were on the Hogwarts Express before, you never thought that one day you would say the word performance art to others, right?"

Harry: "..."

He discovered that this little girl not only had a good memory, but was also quite vindictive.

She still remembered the teasing she did on the train.

"How can that be the same?" Harry held his forehead and sighed, "This is too far apart."

"Yeah, you go tell them...hahahahahahahaha," Hermione pouted at the people who were clamoring to order a pair of horns. She wanted to be serious but couldn't help giggling in the end.

At this moment, Hermione did not feel the pressure and mood swings she had in the afternoon at all. She looked very happy.

"Okay, laugh, everyone," Harry sighed, glancing at his friends who were trying to hold back their laughter. "It would be great if you could be happy."

Just to make the kid happy, Niu Niu won’t care about these things... grit his teeth.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

Then the laughter got louder.

(End of this chapter)