Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 3 3. Harry Potter—the next Dumbledore?
Not a mage?
"Yes, wizards," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Just like in Muggle fairy tales, wizards, wizards and witches - I think you should have heard of fairy tales? By the way, Muggles are what we call people who can't use magic."

"Maybe," Harry said noncommittally, looking down at the letter in his hand.

[4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, on the coffee table in the living room, Mr. Harry Potter]

His current location was displayed in real time. Harry was a little hesitant to judge the wizards in this world - oh, wizards, because a few minutes ago, there was no living room coffee table in number 4 Privet Drive.

He opened the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First-Class Magician of Merlin's Order)

Dear Mr. Porter:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st, and we will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Vice Principal (Female)
Minerva McGonagall

"...waiting for my owl?" Harry looked up and asked, "Is this the wizard's messenger?"

"Oh, owls are very spiritual animals. They have been messengers for wizards for a long time... As far as I know, they rarely make mistakes," Dumbledore answered leisurely, "Maybe you will want one as a pet in the future, but at least this time, you just need to tell me the answer directly."

"After all, I am still more or less a principal, right? Hahahahahahahaha."

Dumbledore told a joke that made him laugh, and then he just laughed happily.

"I thought you would use some more - magical messengers," Harry remembered the messengers he had seen in Dalaran. They were either invisible servants, arcane servants, or simply messengers that grew wings and flew.

Compared to an owl delivering mail, it is indeed more magical and reflects the status of the wizard.

"Indeed, you can, but messengers that are too obvious have been banned by law," Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Just as you have never heard of the existence of wizards in the past, the wizarding society is hidden. Those who violate this will be punished by law."

"What about me today...?" Harry remembered the commotion he had caused today.

"Oh, you are just a little wizard who has not yet entered school, Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile, "No one will punish a little wizard for his instinctive actions, so there is no need to worry about it."

"That's great," Harry nodded. "I really want to go to this school, but I have two questions that I need your answers to."

"What is it?" Dumbledore picked up the teacup with interest. "Well, I'm afraid I need to add some sugar."

"First, I don't think your school is free for people to attend - as you can see, my uncle and aunt are probably not willing to spend money for me to go to a magic school," Harry said, motioning to the unconscious family of three next to him, "and they are quite resistant to things like magic."

Well, thinking back to Dudley's previous behavior, Harry felt that Dudley was at least not opposed to it. However, at such a critical moment, even the doting uncle and aunt would not let Dudley make the decision.

"Oh, of course you don't have to worry about such things," Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "In order to give you a good experience when exploring the wizarding world, I won't introduce too much to you - you just need to know that wizards have their own currency, and Hogwarts also provides scholarships for Muggle-born wizards, especially those from families in difficulty."

His expression turned serious, and Dumbledore straightened up, stared into Harry's eyes and continued:
"Of course, you don't need all that, because you still have a legacy to inherit—a legacy from your parents."

"In any case, that money is enough for you to study for seven years, or even more."

"...My parents' inheritance?" His eyes were dazed for a moment, and a familiar yet unfamiliar word suddenly appeared in front of Harry, distracting him.

"Yes, your mother and Miss Petunia are sisters," Dumbledore nodded and said, "For some reasons that are not convenient to tell you for the time being, anyway, it is because of this blood connection that you have lived here all these years."

"Please forgive my secrecy. After all, there are some things that should not be told to a child." Seeing that Harry seemed to want to ask more questions, Dumbledore shook his head and refused in advance: "Your parents' inheritance and the key to the vault in Gringotts are now kept by me. I will ask someone to bring them to you later - and lead you into the real magical world."

"Before that, let me keep it a secret for a while," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "After all, it is really wrong to ruin a child's fun of exploring the unknown."

"...Okay." Harry had no intention of arguing with others about whether he was mature or not. After all, his current body was that of an eleven-year-old child. He nodded and said, "Then there is another question - does Hogwarts accept non-human students?"

Dumbledore froze, holding the cup.

"What do you mean?" He wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"Hmm? Like werewolves? Giants? Vampires? Or other mushroom people or fungi people?" Harry tilted his head and asked, "Will they be discriminated against? Or will they be excluded to the point of not being allowed to enroll at all?"

"...I don't quite understand what you mean, Harry." Dumbledore was really lost in the unknown. He answered cautiously: "If it is a werewolf or a vampire, I don't think Hogwarts will allow such dark magic creatures to enroll."

"As for the mushroom people and fungus people... maybe they really exist somewhere in this world, but we just haven't discovered them yet."

"Is that so?" Harry showed a disappointed expression on his face. "Then I guess I won't be able to enroll."

Dumbledore: "?"

Even with his experience of over a hundred years, Dumbledore was still confused - No, what does that mean?
"...I think...I am absolutely sure...As far as I know, your parents are both human, Harry." Putting down the teacup, Dumbledore said sincerely: "Human wizards, I am sure."

"No, I am a minotaur," Harry said firmly, "it's just that my horns haven't grown out yet, and I have less hair."

It's not that he has never seen humans in the Eastern Kingdoms, and he knows that in fact he is a human, but for Harry, the most important thing is who he thinks he is and where his home and family are where he can feel at ease - and the Tauren Tribe is his home, and he chose to become a Tauren.

Dumbledore: "..."

"Okay." Dumbledore's decades of teaching career made him understand what it meant not to argue with children. He took a long breath and said, "Then the minotaur can enter Hogwarts to study."

"That would be great," Harry laughed for the first time.

——————————————Dumbledore did not chat with Harry for too long. After handing Harry the admission letter and promising that someone would come to bring him into the magical world later, Dumbledore left number 4 Privet Drive - in his words, too many things had happened today that needed to be dealt with, so he had to leave first.

Harry understood this. After all, if Dumbledore was right, in a society where the Statute of Secrecy existed and wizards hid their existence, the noise he made today was indeed a bit too big.

The most important thing is that there are many concealments in Dumbledore's words - at least he did not explain to Harry why those wizards who appeared at the beginning all seemed to be familiar with him, and their conversations with each other were full of surprise and astonishment.

It was like seeing some rare person.

However, Harry was extremely sure that he had not made any name for himself in this world.

I can only explore it slowly in the coming time.

After adding a log to the fireplace, Harry sat back at the tea table and sipped his teacup.

His tense nerves gradually relaxed. To be honest, except on the battlefield, this was the first time in all these years that Harry had seen so many humans in private. It was inevitable that he felt nervous and irritated.

Especially when his strength is weakened.

Harry Potter, the tribe's shaman prophet, was not a human, but a minotaur - this was a fact known to everyone, everyone.

"Are you awake, Auntie?" Harry's words broke through the sound of burning wood. He looked at the people lying on the sofa. "Are you feeling okay?"

Penny had already sat up, covering her forehead with a painful expression.

She seemed to have had a nightmare, in which the neighbors’ wives surrounded her and laughed at her family’s embarrassing appearance. It also seemed like... the house collapsed?
Penny looked around blankly. Everything seemed so normal.

As expected, dreams are just dreams after all - this was the thought until Petunia saw the envelope placed next to Harry on the coffee table in front of her.

"Oh no," groaned Petunia, covering her eyes as if to block her from seeing the emblem - a shield with a capital 'H' surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

"Can we talk about it, Aunt?" Harry said softly. "Everything about my mother."

As if she didn't hear what Harry said, Petunia stared at the letter and then at Harry.

"...You too... I knew it... I knew it..."

Penny muttered something inaudibly for a long time, then she sighed deeply.

"Ok."

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For Harry, his life calmed down for a while.

He no longer had to be annoyed by the presence of so many humans around him, nor did he have to worry about their intentions - for his tribe, the word "human" often meant curses and even swordplay, ultimately leading to bloodshed.

This is how Azeroth is. The war between the Horde and the Alliance has never stopped.

After that day, no one came to disturb his life. Even after listening to Aunt Petunia's honest account of her mother's past, even his aunt and uncle's family inexplicably treated him better in the next few days.

—Harry wouldn't even have to live in that cupboard anymore.

Harry was a little curious about how Dumbledore had changed their memories, whether he had done anything other than turning the collapse of the house into a nightmare... but in the end he gave up.

At least it's good now, isn't it?

Harry's life gradually became better, but outside of Harry, the entire wizarding world was not peaceful at all during these days.

A large number of Howlers were delivered to the office of the Minister of Magic by owls, and even the headmaster's office far away at Hogwarts was not spared the fate of being bombarded with Howlers - and Dumbledore was also criticized for failing to take good care of Harry Potter.

Well, like right now.

However, the one bombarding Dumbledore now was not the Howler, but a man in black robes with gloomy features.

"You promised me! Dumbledore!!" The man in black robe slapped a newspaper on the desk of the headmaster's office. The saliva of the man in black robe had sprayed on Dumbledore's beard. "You promised me! You would take good care of him! What happened?!"

"Oh, Severus, calm down... I seem to say this to others often recently. Would you like some sugar pudding? Muggle desserts also have their own unique features." Completely ignoring the roar of the man in black robes, Dumbledore even happily pushed a dessert over the table.

——Then the next second, he was swept to the ground by the man in black robe.

His anger burned in his chest, uncontrollable.

"I lived with mean relatives, dressed like a house-elf, was skinny, and almost became an Obscurial because of relatives' bullying!!" Snape, the man called Severus by Dumbledore, almost poked the newspaper in his hand into Dumbledore's nose, "Is this what you promised me?!"

"Oh, my pudding." Dumbledore looked at the pudding that fell to the ground with some distress, sighed and said, "I have to admit that there is some truth in this report, Severus, but we all know what kind of person Rita Skeeter is. I don't want to say this, but her report... I'm afraid the authenticity is worrying."

"Hmm, and how on earth did she get this information? Very interesting," Dumbledore seemed lost in thought.

On the newspaper in front of him, besides the five words "Daily Prophet" on the front cover, the most eye-catching thing below was a huge photo.

The boy in the photo was standing among the ruins. The rock giant transformed from the house was holding up the collapsed ruins, and that boy - that boy's expression was so calm, without fear or panic.

There is also a bold and enlarged title.

【Harry Potter——The next Dumbledore? 】

(End of this chapter)