Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 27: The End of the Riddler and Convenient Divination
"Of course it's true!" Ron confirmed it for Harry without him even having to say anything. "On the train a few days ago, Harry predicted that Hermione and I would be sorted into Gryffindor - and we were sorted in."

Seamus and Dean looked at each other.

"I think, uh, with your two personalities, being sorted into Gryffindor shouldn't be a difficult thing to guess," Seamus said, scratching his head.

"You don't understand at all!" Ron said unconvincedly, "Harry's divination is a kind of - magic! Do you understand? Forget it, you will understand soon."

Indeed, you will understand it soon, because Harry has already started casting the spell. Mallow, sage and rosemary mixed together were ignited in the small wooden bowl, but strangely, there was no trace of burnt black left in the bowl.

The blue-gray smoke rose, enveloping Harry like a snake and sinking into his nose. Harry let the pungent fragrance soak into his body, and then pulled a touch of spirituality out of his body and dropped it into the stone bowl.

Just as Ron had seen before, when the smoke retreated to the surroundings, the center of the stone bowl was covered by a rippling curtain of water, revealing - a suitcase?
"What is this?" Dean was a little confused. "Harry, what are you fortune-telling about? Is this year's Christmas present?"

"A box." Like a detective, Seamus stroked his chin and said in an old-fashioned manner, "It's a very old-fashioned box. To be honest, it's a bit too old-fashioned. It looks like something my grandparents would use."

"I think... Harry," Ron looked at Harry and said hesitantly, "If you know what the Christmas presents are in advance, it will take away some of the fun of opening them. What do you think?"

"But it's not a gift," Harry said with a sigh.

The world has been plagued by riddlers for a long time, and after being deliberately kept in suspense by the lively old man Dumbledore, Harry's first reaction after returning was not even to tell the divination about Quirrell, but what the reward for the mysterious task was.

There was no way, Harry just couldn't stand this. Just thinking about it made him feel anxious.

A salary that would definitely satisfy me, and I was specifically told not to think about moving out and to just enjoy my school life.

So, the reward that would satisfy me is a suitcase?
Pressing his hands on either side of the stone bowl, Harry poured more magic into it, hoping to see more.

The picture on the water curtain changed again, and this time what appeared stunned Harry - he saw several upright totems with familiar patterns and colors painted on them, full of primitive and rugged beauty.

Next to these totem poles is a wooden house that Harry is very familiar with. It was built for him by Father Kane and Brother Bain. While it is suitable for Harry to live in, it also has the style of the Minotaur tribe.

Harry stared at the corner of the eaves of the wooden house. There was a hole there - it was the mark left by Brother Bain who accidentally poked a hole there when he was a child while teasing him.

Brother Bain was in a miserable situation at that time. After he poked a corner in, it got stuck there. He could only tilt his head for a long time and couldn't pull it out. He was afraid of damaging the house so he couldn't pull it out forcefully. His miserable appearance really made many people laugh.

After Father Kane rescued Brother Bain, at Harry's strong request, the hole was retained. After all, there was no air leakage. Later, one spring, Harry found two tits having built a nest there.

Well, Brother Bain has always been brooding over the hole and has been secretly urging Harry to build a new house, but he has been rejected every time. He was caught by Harry on the spot when he tried to plug the hole several times, and failed.

"Harry?" Ron shook Harry, who was holding the stone bowl and suddenly laughed for some reason, and asked, "Where is this? Is there a place like this in Hogwarts?"

"This isn't Hogwarts." Harry suppressed his smile and shook his head, saying, "At least as far as I can remember, there is no such place around Hogwarts Castle."

Not even Thunder Bluff.

To be honest, for a moment Harry thought that he would return to Azeroth, the world that had been haunting him, but unfortunately, after the initial shock, Harry quickly realized from the grass on the ground and the forest far away from the house that it was not Thunder Bluff at all.

This must be the house that I rebuilt in this world, so it is full of memories.

Is this the reward that Dumbledore said would satisfy him?

Did he finally agree to move out of the dormitory? But where is this place? And that suitcase... Why did a suitcase appear in the divination?
Harry was already looking forward to the reward for the mission that Dumbledore would give out - or rather, he was filled with energy at the moment.

After Dumbledore confirms what form and state Voldemort is in now, he can go and collect the reward for the task, right? Before that, he just needs to help make sure that the students in the castle are not harmed.

To be honest, Harry wanted to go and cheer up Quirrell... and Voldemort, and tell them to step into Dumbledore's trap as soon as possible - so that he could get the reward for the task earlier.

"Huh? It disappeared?" Dean was still curiously observing the strange wooden house presented by the water curtain. Suddenly, the whole picture began to ripple, like a stone falling into the lake, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Is this the end?" Looking up, Seamus looked at Harry stupidly, "I don't feel like I understand anything - is this divination?"

"...It doesn't seem to be a problem?" Dean looked at Seamus and said, "If you think about it carefully, the prophecies and divinations in those stories or movies are basically these inexplicable pictures and words that are difficult to understand."

"That's right." Seamus nodded and said to Harry, "So did you get the answer you wanted? Harry - is this really divination? Can you give it to me too?"

He was still in doubt. After all, Harry's divination was much simpler in terms of visual effects and ritual process. It especially lacked the vague feeling of awe and compulsion to believe.

"I guess I got it," Harry said after thinking for a while, "Of course you can try it if you want, but you have to wait a moment. I have something else I want to see."

"Hey, Harry, you talk about fortune-telling as if it were just a dictionary," Dean couldn't help but complain, "Is your fortune-telling legal?"

"Of course it's legal!" It wasn't even Harry himself who spoke up for Harry, but Ron. Ron said confidently, "He's Harry Potter! The boy who defeated the mysterious man! There's nothing he can't do!"

He grew up surrounded by the legend of Harry Potter and has witnessed the power of Harry Potter from the first time they met at the beginning of the school until now - no one believes in Harry Potter more than Ron.

"...I think you have a misunderstanding about me, Ron," Harry couldn't help but sigh, "I'm just an ordinary person... Never mind."

Without saying anything more, Harry lit the fire again. The thick green smoke dispersed in the stone bowl, revealing the scene inside.

It was Professor Quirrell, and the four people in the room recognized him immediately. However, Professor Quirrell did not seem to be in good condition. His head and body occupied most of the entire picture, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. He was lying on the stone floor gasping for breath - under the reflection of the dancing flames around him, his face was full of fear.

The water curtain began to fluctuate violently again. Harry quickly injected more magic power to stabilize it, but it only exacerbated the fluctuations.

With a loud splash, the water curtain suddenly exploded, and the splashing water fell all over Ron and the others. However, at this time, none of them cared about such a small matter, and they just looked at each other.

"Professor Quirrell is injured?" Seamus was the first to speak.

"There's danger inside the castle!" Dean reacted quickly.

"What should we do, Harry?" Ron turned his head and asked Harry, "What are you fortune-telling this time? Why did - uh, Professor Quirrell appear?"

He seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"This is really... unexpected," Harry fell into deep thought. After a long while, he said to Ron and the other two expectantly, "Don't mind it. Divination is just a reference after all. It doesn't mean that what you see will definitely happen."

"Really?" Seamus said blankly, "But I remember my mother said that prophecies are things that will definitely happen."

"That's right," Ron also swallowed his saliva. He looked a little scared. "It is said, it is said...the death of the mysterious man was also due to a prophecy..."

The atmosphere in the dormitory became quiet for a moment. Several children were a little scared. After all, they saw a professor injured, and Harry - Harry was reflecting on whether he had too much to do.

The breaking of the water curtain reminded him that he still had to re-study new spells based on the differences between the two worlds and the magic he mastered. This was particularly time-consuming and it was very likely that even if he invested a lot of time in it, he would not make any progress.

Besides that, there was also the matter of Quirrell, the matter of the Shaman Club, and the matter of finding herbs from this world to replicate the potions in his memory based on their medicinal properties...

——It’s only been a week since the school started, and Harry suddenly realized that he might be a little too busy.

This kind of busy life is not what Niu Niu wants at all, he needs to slow down.

"Forget it, don't think too much about it," Dean said suddenly, "Don't forget, we still have Dumbledore. With him around, nothing will happen."

"Yeah, we still have Dumbledore."

"Indeed, that will put your mind at ease."

Just like a bunch of colorful little people were assimilated into one purple little person, Ron and the other two quickly reached a consensus.

The name Dumbledore had magical power. Harry was surprised to see that the three children quickly calmed down because of this name and no longer thought about what they had just seen.

The amazing Dumbledore.

"So come and try to tell my fortune," Seamus said excitedly, "I have a lot of things I want to know."

"I'd like to make it clear in advance that for some reasons, except when I'm fortune-telling for myself, my divination cannot see things too far in the future, so you'd better think carefully before asking." There was no need to refuse such a small matter, Harry explained seriously.

"Ah?" Seamus's expression suddenly turned disappointed. "Why is that?"

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, "What do you want to predict?"

Just as Seamus was about to answer, he was suddenly interrupted by the movement behind Harry - the dormitory door was opened, and a brown-haired girl was standing at the door, and her slightly sharp voice.

"Harry? I'd like to borrow your Transfiguration homework for reference. You—" Hermione's voice suddenly stopped and quickly changed into a low voice like a thief, "Are you doing divination again?"

Just like a thief, the girl quickly entered the room, closed the door and locked it - her movements were so smooth and fluid, it was as if she had returned to her own dormitory, which stunned Ron and the other two.

"Oh, I hate this rule," Ron complained, "Why can girls enter the boys' dormitory freely, but boys can't enter the girls' dormitory freely? This is unfair - why are you all looking at me like that?"

Ron was halfway through his words when he realized that the other people were staring at him with complicated expressions, and he couldn't help but ask stupidly.

"No, mate," said Seamus, patting Ron on the shoulder. "I just think you're so right - so right!"

"Just a little bit bold," Dean said, trying not to laugh.

"Think carefully with your brain, Ron. If boys can come and go freely in the girls' dormitory, wouldn't it be very dangerous for the girls?" Hermione squeezed a seat next to Harry and rolled her eyes in annoyance and said, "So what are you fortune-telling about?"

"Harry just finished fortune-telling for himself. To be honest, we don't understand what he is fortune-telling about," Dean shrugged and said, "The only thing we can understand is that Professor Quirrell seems to be in danger of an accident. But with Dumbledore here, there's nothing to worry about."

"Right," Seamus continued, "so now it's my turn to have my fortune told - well, I actually wanted Harry to tell me the final exam questions, or to see if I passed it."

As soon as the words fell, Harry could clearly see Ron and Dean's eyes begin to light up - and the anger of the girl next to him was growing rapidly.

"You are cheating!" Hermione growled angrily, even putting aside her curiosity about Professor Quirrell's death. "Exams are just a means to test our own learning outcomes! Cheating is meaningless!! And it's not fair!!"

"Don't worry, Hermione. I won't do any divination on the exam content," Harry comforted the anxious girl. "You're right. You really shouldn't cheat in exams. That's irresponsible of yourself."

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