Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 23. [Seeking follow-up reading] A brief encounter and my meeting with the principal
Soul magic, like elemental magic, is also the shaman's area of expertise. A qualified shaman can travel in the astral plane as a soul, or walk in the world as a soul and gain insight into things that ordinary people cannot see.

Some Zandalari troll shamans have even abandoned their physical bodies and exist in the world as pure spirits, constantly shifting between multiple bodies - such as Gara'jal the Soulbinder.

In the world of Azeroth, Harry has traveled through the Astral Plane countless times, and has also reduced the damage he suffered in battle by temporarily transferring his body to the Astral Plane.

In today's world, when Harry tried to summon the souls of his ancestors, he discovered that there was a world that belonged only to the dead. Later, in some books in the wizarding world, Harry saw the wizards' exploration of that world, which they called the Twilight Zone.

Many wizards believe that a person’s death is not the end, but the beginning of a new journey - the place of their journey is in the Twilight Zone.

Considering that his act of summoning the souls of his ancestors had caused unrest in the Hall of the Dead in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Harry did not plan to explore the Twilight Zone again until it was safe.

Then he kept trying to adapt the spells he mastered to this world. To be honest, Harry thought that the astral plane did not exist in this world, because the wizard books did not mention the exploration of places similar to the astral plane.

But after careful study, Harry discovered that the astral plane still existed in this world, but it was very weak and overlapped with the real world over a large area.

It is no longer possible to travel directly in the astral plane in soul form, but it is still possible to observe the real world through the astral plane.

Everything has a corresponding projection in the astral world, showing its essence and emitting light with different meanings, even the flowers and plants on the roadside and the vases in the home - this not only confirms the animism believed by the shaman, but also allows Harry to observe the state of the people and things around him from this perspective.

For example, if a person's projection in the astral plane emits red light, it means that his emotions are excited or enthusiastic. It may also mean that his physical condition is full of vitality and his motor functions are very healthy.

If a person's projection in the astral world emits a green light, it means that his emotions are calm and peaceful, and his physical condition means that his heart and body regulation system are in good condition.

In this way, this astral perspective is also used by the shamans or witch doctors in the tribe when treating people in the tribe, supplemented by their own experience, and used potions, witchcraft, magic essences, and even magical rituals for treatment.

But if a person's projection is very dim and the light it emits gives people a feeling of weakness, then this person is not just unhealthy or has problems, he is really dying.

Take the professor in front of him for example. In Harry's opinion, Professor Quirrell now looks like he is about to die, even though he is very young - only in his twenties or thirties, which is extremely young considering the average age of wizards who can only live to one or two hundred years old.

It flickered faintly and gradually turned dim, emitting what could be said to be the weakest soul light in the entire Hogwarts. Even Filch, who was overly tired from staying up late at night to hunt down students who roamed at night and cleaning the castle during the day, had a more active aura than Professor Quirrell.

Well, from Harry's perspective, the purple light emanating from Professor Quirrell's astral body had never diminished since he was alone with him, and it even became stronger after he said this.

——This purple light means that Professor Quirrell is now very alert, very rational and calm, and is rejecting Harry in his heart.

"I have no ill intentions, Professor," Harry said sincerely, "I just saw a person who was dying, and I happened to be able to help him, so I wanted to help. You are a professor at Hogwarts, and I am a student of Hogwarts. This is a school, and there is no basis for hostility between us."

Such a good professor, how could he look like he was about to die before he even taught him some unique knowledge? Harry felt a little helpless.

"I, I, I, I don't think there's anything wrong with me," Professor Quirrell stammered. He looked like he wanted to pick up his books and run away, but he forced himself to stand here. "I'm healthy! Mr. Potter, very healthy!!"

His voice sounded full of energy, and his movements were very agile and his fingers were strong, which was in stark contrast to the dim and weak astral body that Harry had seen.

"But your soul is dying, Professor." Adhering to the principle that there should be no concealment in curing illnesses and saving lives, Harry decided to tell him frankly, "If you believe me, I can use my family's magic to diagnose you - we can do all this under the supervision of Headmaster Dumbledore, there will be no danger."

Harry had seen many people like Professor Quirrell. They never thought there was anything wrong with them until they actually fell ill... But in fact, many diseases cannot be seen in the early stages, so it is not advisable to hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor.

As a kind-hearted Taurus, Harry couldn't sit idly by and watch a man who had done nothing wrong die - it was true that the professor only read from the textbook in class and reeked of garlic, but that wasn't enough to make him die to atone for his sins.

The purple light emanating from Professor Quirrell's astral projection at this moment almost enveloped him completely, mixed with a calm blue... and even a negative and hostile gray-black. These colors were mixed together like a scribbled oil painting, and it was impossible to distinguish more than one color.

"...Professor?" Harry was already alert, his hand grasping his warhammer under his robes.

Something seemed to be wrong. Harry had just wanted to save people out of kindness. He had a good impression of Hogwarts and the professors here. He let Ron and Neville go first because the decay of the soul was not something suitable for children to know. After all, it was Professor Quirrell's privacy.

But now, Harry didn't know why he suddenly felt a sense of... a premonition of danger.

——Did I touch upon this professor’s secret?
There are only a few professors in the entire Hogwarts. Theoretically, they are all the top wizards in Britain. Anyone who wants to join has to go through layers of screening. There shouldn't be any dangerous people sneaking in, right?

Harry felt that Professor McGonagall was quite responsible as the Deputy Headmaster.

"…So how are you going to cure me, Potter?" Without any further response, Professor Quirrell lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"Professor, I think your soul may have been infected with some kind of disease... or maybe some kind of plague, because your body has not decayed, but your soul has begun to die." Of course, he would not be scared, so Harry said calmly: "I think I may need to perform a ceremony for you, so that I can see clearly what is wrong with your soul."

Unless Professor Quirrell appears in the astral plane or the real world as a soul, Harry cannot directly see the souls of others, but can only see the aura that emanates from them.

"Soul," Professor Quirrell repeated softly, "What a wonderful...what a magical word - it actually came out of your mouth, ha, wonderful, wonderful...There has never been any rumor that the Potter family studies the soul..."

Professor Quirrell finally raised his head, and Harry could see his eyes - those black eyeballs, so deep, like a bottomless pool of water, and it seemed that something was looking at him - something was watching him - from the depths of those pupils, from the depths of his mind. He remembered the irritation he had felt when he saw those glowing and color-changing horns, and remembered - huh! !
Blue-green arcs of electricity jumped out of thin air on the warhammer, and the storm weapon was enchanted!

Harry couldn't tell what was wrong exactly, but he just felt that something was wrong. It was a completely instinctive reaction, and he threw the hammer filled with storm at Professor Quirrell.

Harry trusted his instincts.

Stab! !
The violent electricity and wind elements tore through the wooden platform, charring the debris and leaving a black hole on the ground - but they did not hit Professor Quirrell, who had dodged it with unimaginable agility in the previous moment.

"Harry!!!"

The blue-green lightning turned into a whip and pulled the war hammer back into Harry's hand. He could hear Ron and Neville's exclamations coming from the door of the classroom, but neither Harry nor Quirrell paid any attention to look at them. They both stared at each other.

"...For attacking the professor, perhaps I should deduct all the points from Gryffindor and send you to Professor McGonagall for detention." He was the first to look away, as if he had become a different person. There was no stuttering at all. At this moment, Professor Quirrell was full of ease and calmness. He looked at the charred area on the ground and spoke softly.

"What was that?" Harry asked seriously, not caring about grades or detentions. "What was that? Are you casting a spell on me?"

As a veteran who had experienced countless adventures and battles, Harry was sure that he was not the kind of recruit who would be distracted on the battlefield - but just now, other scattered memories really floated through his mind, and this was when he was concentrating.

This is absolutely not normal, and it shouldn't happen.

"Magic always has endless mysteries, doesn't it?" Without answering Harry's question, Quirrell just waved his wand, and then the broken ground and the torn desk all returned to their original state.

"Gryffindor gets thirty extra points for your new magic." Holding the textbook in his arms, Quirrell smiled and nodded to Harry. "I admire talented children, so what happened just now... your prank was a little too much, Mr. Potter. Fortunately, I am a magnanimous person, so let's end it here."

After that, without caring about Harry's reaction, Quirrell left from the back door of the classroom.

"Oh my God! Harry!! You attacked the professor!" Ron and Neville rushed up as soon as Quirrell left, both of them exclaiming, unable to believe what they saw.

The two men looked at Harry as if he were a monster, wanting to touch him but afraid of being bitten. Ron, in particular, could not take his eyes off the lightning and wind that were dancing on the hammer.

"You heard it too, it was just a prank." Harry extinguished the lightning on the war hammer with a flick of his hand, put the weapon back on his waist, and said speechlessly, "Didn't I let you two go first? Why did you come back? Eavesdropping is not something a good boy should do."

To be honest, Harry himself felt that he had asked a nonsense question after he asked it - if a Gryffindor could be so obedient, he would not be a Gryffindor.

"That wasn't a prank, mate," Ron gulped, "but he actually gave you extra points!"

"It's still a full thirty points!" Neville was also very excited. "Hermione will go crazy. She worked so hard to answer questions in class these few days and only got less than fifteen points!"

"Oh, forget the score, Neville, why bring her up at a time like this", Ron rolled his eyes and said, "So Harry, why are you - like that?!"

Ron really didn't want to talk about fighting with the professor because that was too scary. This was not the time to face Malfoy and his Slytherin students.

If a student attacks a professor, he or she will be expelled. There is no ambiguity.

Even attacking Filch, the castle caretaker, wouldn't work.

"Ron," Harry asked, putting his robes back on instead of answering the question, "is there any magic that can make people remember things from the past?"

"Recalling the past?" Ron was stunned. "It seems there is no such magic."

"It's magic that makes your thoughts run wild and uncontrollable," Harry added, "the kind that disrupts your mind."

"Well, I think I know some magic with similar effects?" Neville suddenly raised his hand and whispered, "I've heard grandma and the others talk about it before. There's a magic called Legilimency. As long as you look someone in the eye, you can see other people's memories. Uh, the person whose memory is seen seems to see the same memory - I just saw you staring at Professor Quirrell, and then you suddenly started fighting."

"According to my grandmother, well, many years ago after You-Know-Who fell, the Ministry of Magic should have used Legilimency and Veritaserum to torture the remaining guys, so that they would not have an excuse to escape trial... But Professor Quirrell shouldn't read your memory, right? That's illegal..."

Neville was still mumbling something, but Harry felt that he had found the answer he was looking for.

"Let's go," Harry picked up his textbook.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Ron scratched his head, "It's still early for astronomy class."

"The library," Harry said briefly, "and then I'm going to see Headmaster Dumbledore."

If a professor has a problem, the only one who can deal with him is the president.

(End of this chapter)