Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 24 24. Conversation with Dumbledore
It is no longer the state of knowing nothing about the wizarding world. Although Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sounds like just a school, it has a considerable social and historical status. It not only has its own land and forests, but also has a very prestigious principal.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore could be said to be the lord of the entire Hogwarts and possessed the highest authority. Harry knew very well that he was just a student who would study here for seven years, and there was no need for him to step in and deal with problems on behalf of the lord here.

After all, this lord hasn't even issued any mission.

A professor who was healthy in body but dying in spirit cast an unknown magic on his students. This kind of issue concerning the students' safety should be the responsibility of many professors, such as Professor McGonagall, who was very attentive in this regard.

In the library, Harry found relevant records about the magic of Legilimency. This spell can be completely understood as the mind-reading in the Muggle impression. At the same time, as Neville said, when looking through the target's memory, the target will also recall the past.

Under the current laws of the Ministry of Magic, casting Legilimency on others without permission is an illegal act that will result in sentencing to Azkaban - by the way, Harry discovered that many legal punishments in the wizarding world involve being sent to Azkaban, but the length of stay is different.

Those who commit petty thefts will be imprisoned for one or two months, those who commit slightly more serious crimes will be imprisoned for one or two years, and those who have committed murder will be imprisoned for more than ten years.

Azkaban is like a big garbage can, everything goes into it.

The headmaster's office at Hogwarts was on the eighth floor. Harry got the latest password from Professor McGonagall, then walked out the door under Professor McGonagall's piercing gaze - because no matter how Professor McGonagall asked, Harry insisted on reporting to the headmaster himself.

Harry thought he might have to do more Transfiguration homework in the next class.

"Password."

"...Cockroach pile?" Harry gave the command as he looked at the gargoyle in front of him.

The gargoyle jumped to the side, revealing a door behind it, and a spiral staircase descended delicately.

Harry's expression was a little subtle. He knew what a cockroach pile was. It was a kind of magical candy that would crawl around like real cockroaches.

Out of curiosity about magical food, Harry had forced himself to eat one despite the discomfort - it can only be said that the feeling of a real cockroach jumping and bursting in his mouth was hard to make people feel at ease.

Headmaster Dumbledore actually likes to eat this?

To be honest, Harry originally put Headmaster Dumbledore and Jaina's mentor Antonidas together in his mind. Both of them were old wizards with white beards, but now it seems that he has to separate these two people a little.

Although Antonidas is very kind and gentle in life, his personality is generally not as lively and cheerful as Dumbledore, and he is not very willing to accept new things. It would be better to let him die than to let him eat a pile of cockroaches.

Going up the spiral staircase, Harry knocked on the door and entered the headmaster's office. It was a circular office with several rows of moving magical portraits hanging on the wall. They were probably former headmasters of Hogwarts. At the moment, they were snoring in their respective photo frames - or pretending to snore.

Harry could feel that they were actually looking at him, as if judging him.

On both sides were tables with many spindly legs, on which were placed many strange silver objects of unknown purpose, and a silver incense burner that continuously emitted green smoke. Dumbledore sat behind the table in the middle of the office, looking at himself, wearing a silver robe with blue stars.

"Harry?" Dumbledore seemed a little surprised. "I didn't expect it to be you. Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Oh, if it's about your godfather, I think it will still take some time. After all, there is no conclusive evidence yet." As if he suddenly remembered something, Dumbledore continued: "I can understand your desire for relatives, but please be a little more patient, child."

He seemed to have misunderstood something.

It took Harry a moment to realize who Dumbledore was talking about - in this world he had a godfather who was imprisoned in Azkaban.

But to be honest, Harry didn't feel anything. If Dumbledore hadn't told him, he would have forgotten about this person.

"No, Headmaster," Harry shook his head and said, "It's about Professor Quirrell."

"Professor Quirrell," Dumbledore said, sitting up straight.

"You seemed to have expected this?" Harry noticed this keenly, and Dumbledore turned serious in an instant.

"Sit down first, Harry. Would you like some candy?" Without answering Harry's question, Dumbledore just asked Harry to sit opposite him, and then pushed a box of cockroaches forward.

"Thank you, no thanks," Harry refused seriously, "The cockroach pile is a bit too sweet for my taste."

"It sounds like you've already tried it. Good initiative." Glancing at Harry in surprise, Dumbledore happily dragged the box back to him. He seemed happy that he didn't have to share the candy with others. "So can you tell me what you found?"

The old man just casually skipped over Harry's question, but Harry didn't care. He was thinking about how he should say it and how much he should say to Dumbledore.

But in the end, Harry chose to confess. After all, if he really wanted to do something next, he would not be able to bypass Dumbledore in Hogwarts - he even needed the cooperation and permission of the headmaster.

Sincerity is always the secret weapon of the Oxen.

"Do you know any shamans, Headmaster?" Harry asked. "Shaman priests."

"Of course," Dumbledore nodded. "They mainly exist in Africa and South America. Many wizards have always wanted to kick Uagadou out of magic schools. After all, the students they teach do not rely on wands to cast spells, but rely on gestures and fingers, or various dance rituals. If this is what you mean by shaman, then I think we are talking about the same thing."

Uagadou is a magic school located in Africa. It also has a history of thousands of years and a good international reputation. It is very easy for their students to violate the confidentiality law. After all, they only need to say that they just accidentally waved their fingers and did not expect to release magic. It is easy to escape punishment.

"It's still a little different, Headmaster." Harry scratched his head in distress. "The shaman I'm talking about is not just a difference between wizards and witches in terms of their spellcasting methods. In my eyes, a shaman should be a balancer of the elements of the world, making the four elements of earth, wind, water and fire balanced and coordinated with each other to create an environment suitable for human life."

"At the same time, shamans are also servants of souls. They control the power of souls and can talk to the departed souls, listen to the wisdom of their ancestors, and obtain the help of their ancestors. We believe that all things have spirits." "Obviously, Harry, we are not talking about the same shaman," Dumbledore said humorously. "In my impression, shamans mostly dance around the fire in the smoke of burning spices and cast spells, which is not related to what you said... the four elements."

"Generally speaking, the term four elements appears in alchemy, but people's general understanding is not earth, wind, water, and fire, but earth, air, water, and fire - sorry, I seem to have gone a little off topic."

Dumbledore looked very happy, and even his tone of voice was much lighter.

"And the power of the soul." The voice suddenly dropped. Staring into Harry's eyes, Dumbledore said softly, "You have to know, Harry, that things related to the soul are mostly taboos - it is a word that easily arouses vigilance and disgust."

"Soul magic, I dare say that most people would think it is an instinctive evil when they hear this word. It is a taboo for the living."

Dumbledore was serious, very serious.

"I know, Headmaster." Harry said calmly, not frightened by Dumbledore's appearance. "The path of the soul is indeed very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be led astray. This is an indisputable fact."

Too many shamans have been lured down a path of evil by the voices they hear, voices that masquerade as the spirits of lost loved ones or even the whispers of the elements.

"But at the same time, I feel very sorry because the true shamanism has not been spread in this world. The elemental power of this world has been dormant for too long, and people are always full of fear of the unknown."

"Whether it is elemental power or soul power, I don't think it is evil in itself. Even evil energy - even evil energy... can be used to protect one's own world." Harry recalled the warlocks he knew who lived in the sewers, and said firmly: "What kind of consequences the power will cause depends only on the user. If the user has malicious intentions, then even holy light is evil."

"Oh, Harry, you have to be considerate of me, a hundred-year-old man," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and laughed, "You said too many words I haven't heard before, you have to consider the acceptance capacity of an old man - but I have to say, I am very relieved."

"It seems that I have been allowed to touch your secrets, right?" Dumbledore winked playfully, like an old child, "The rock giant? And the souls of Lily and James?"

Dumbledore was really happy now.

"I never thought these things needed to be kept secret, Headmaster," Harry said frankly, "I'm not a naive child who would hold all the good things I see in my arms, fearing that others would take them away."

"The power of one person is ultimately limited. If you want to go further, you must work together with like-minded people."

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

Applause suddenly broke out in the headmaster's office. It was not just Dumbledore's applause. After Harry finished speaking, the portraits of past headmasters hanging on the wall stopped pretending to be asleep and started to applaud.

"Well said, child!"

A headmistress shouted.

Harry saw a headmaster wearing a dark green coat, with very mean features and hair neatly tied to his scalp. He was obviously from Slytherin and seemed to want to say something, but was covered over his mouth and pushed to the ground by several other headmasters who had jumped into his frame.

Well, these deceased headmasters were more active than Harry had imagined.

"Don't worry, kid." A principal wearing a black hat appeared in front of the portrait to block the violence behind it, and said cheerfully, "Few children - no, even many adults find it difficult to have the same idea as you. You will have a brilliant future."

"Yes, we are looking forward to having you hang out here with us," the headmistress said with a smile, "We will definitely have a lot to talk about."

"Oh, Dilis, it's a bit too early to say that now," Dumbledore complained, "I think I'm still young, I can still work for at least another ten years, well, maybe twenty years."

"Come on, Albus," the headmaster in another frame said mercilessly, "Look at you. If you really have ten or twenty years left, I think you should find a way to have a grandson, at least don't leave any regrets before you die."

Dumbledore began to pretend not to hear.

"Okay, okay, everyone, let's keep quiet for now. Harry still has a lot to say." He looked left and right but not at the headmaster who was speaking. Sometimes Dumbledore didn't fight against the wind.

"Although you have a very broad mind, Harry, I won't ask you to tell me all your secrets - everyone has their own privacy, right?" Dumbledore looked at Harry gently and said, "You just need to pick out some things you can tell me. So, you have become a - different from a traditional shaman now?"

"Yes, Headmaster," Harry nodded, "I will devote my life to maintaining the balance between elements and reviving the dormant elemental spirits in this world. At the same time, I will serve the spirits of the dead and guide those who are lost in the way forward."

"It sounds like you have decided on a future for yourself," Dumbledore said.

"It will be a difficult process, but I think I have enough perseverance," Harry said frankly.

"I have to admit that everything you said today is something I have never understood before, Harry," Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "I am willing to believe that what you said is true, but if the elemental spirits you mentioned are revived, what will happen to the world?"

"Will wizards be able to control more power?" Harry thought for a moment. "The elemental forces will become more active, the power of wizards will be enhanced, and there will be more types of magic. Well, the concentration of magic power worldwide should also increase, and it will become easier for wizards to cast spells - ah, in an environment with a high concentration of magic power, the number of newly born wizards should also increase..."

Dumbledore didn't say anything. He seemed to be in a trance. Although he was looking at Harry, it was as if he saw another person.

"Principal? Principal Dumbledore?" Harry shouted twice.

"Ah, sorry, it's easy to get distracted when you get older." Dumbledore rubbed his eyes and continued, "It sounds good, yes, very good... Did your teacher tell you this?"

(End of this chapter)