Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 30 30. [Please read on] Mag’s obsession and my desire to be a professor!

"So... can I leave? Professor McGonagall?" Harry thought for a moment and asked.

"How could that be, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said quickly, "Don't think I will treat you... preferentially like Professor Snape did."

To be honest, Professor McGonagall herself felt that what she said was awkward - when would Snape ever treat a Gryffindor so well? It was like a dream.

"Your punishment is to copy the school rules five times every Saturday night in my office - I think this should help you recognize what you can and cannot do," Professor McGonagall said sternly, "and follow me."

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded obediently.

To be honest, Harry felt that he was actually quite innocent. He was obviously not a naughty kid who liked to use pranks to attract other people's attention. But he didn't know why something always happened to him inexplicably.

It had only been four days since the start of school, but he seemed to have seen the angry Professor McGonagall several times, which made him a little worried about the health of the dedicated vice-headmaster.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall suddenly said as they walked upstairs, "Protecting your friends is certainly the right thing to do, but you also have to pay attention to the way you do the right thing."

"I don't think Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom would like to hear that you were sent to Azkaban for breaking someone's neck."

"…I'll pay attention, Professor."

In fact, there would be no danger in teaching Malfoy a lesson that would last a long time, and everything was under Harry's control. However, there was no need to argue with the professor on such matters, as Professor McGonagall's warning was well-intentioned.

Glancing at Professor McGonagall's back, Harry wondered if those words had been spoken by this serious and rigid old professor, could they have been understood as some kind of implicit praise and encouragement?

After all, in addition to being the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall is also the Head of Gryffindor.

There were no more extra words along the way. Professor McGonagall had to go quite far, so she took Harry up several stairs, through corridors and doors - and finally handed him over to a tall and strong senior Gryffindor student.

"Take him, Wood," Professor McGonagall said with a gritted teeth, "and make sure to win this year's Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor!"

"Huh?" The senior Gryffindor looked confused.

"This kid is like a broomstick that has become a spirit," Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and recalled, "He held a Slytherin student in one hand and flew to a height of more than fifty feet and then dived down. When he was about to hit the ground, he made an emergency lift to stabilize the height and even flew several feet close to the ground without any scratches on his flesh. Potter, is this your first time riding a broomstick?"

"...Yes." Harry seemed to understand a little bit what Professor McGonagall wanted him to do, but to be honest, compared with copying the school rules, this was not a punishment.

He had read about Quidditch, the most popular sport among wizards, in a book.

The senior student named Wood's eyes began to shine. He looked at Harry as if he was looking at a naked beauty.

"Really? Professor McGonagall?!" Wood shouted happily.

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes," Professor McGonagall said simply, "Even Charlie Weasley couldn't do that, right?"

Wood nodded repeatedly. He circled around Harry and looked him up and down - this made Harry a little uncomfortable.

When he was still a young adventurer, he was sold to the arena because of his lack of experience. That was how the slave owners selected their slaves, and they would even rudely pry open their mouths to check the condition of their teeth.

"Well, Professor?" Harry couldn't help but raise his hand and said, "If it's a punishment, can you change it? I'd rather spend my free time studying magic. After all, I can only stay in Hogwarts for seven years."

"Shut up, Potter," Professor McGonagall glared at Harry sternly, "Professor Dumbledore told me that if I have anything to say to you, I might as well be direct, so I will tell you directly."

"Gryffindor has missed the house cup for six years. Think about the fifty points you just deducted today. To be honest, I don't care whether Gryffindor can win the house cup or not."

This is just something I said in anger, don't take it seriously, really don't take it seriously.

"But what I can't stand is that Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in four years - four whole years!!"

When Professor McGonagall said these words, Wood lowered his head guiltily.

"I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can make an exception and use first-year students to make our team stronger than last year. We were badly defeated by the Slytherin team in the last game. I didn't dare to meet Snape for several weeks."

Wood lowered his head even lower.

It can be seen that Professor McGonagall really cares about Quidditch.

"Train hard, Potter!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry sternly and said, "Otherwise I will change my mind and increase your punishment."

"I have no problem, but Professor," Harry struggled with how to put it, "My hesitation is that if I participate in this kind of inter-student sport... it would be a bit unfair to other students."

"You are also a student, Potter," Professor McGonagall patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "If you really want to say such arrogant words, then bring back a Quidditch cup for Gryffindor first."

"That's right, Harry," Wood hugged Harry eagerly and said, "I really hope you can be more unfair to students from other colleges - it would be best if you could beat them to a pulp!"

"Okay, I'll try," Harry sighed.

Considering the fifty points he had just deducted today... Harry felt that he could not refuse Professor McGonagall in this state - the Quidditch Cup seemed to have become the obsession of the old professor, especially after realizing that this year's house cup seemed hopeless.

"Your father would be proud of you," Professor McGonagall suddenly laughed when she saw that Harry didn't seem to be interested. "He used to be an excellent Quidditch player."

"My father?" Harry murmured softly, his eyes flickering. Professor McGonagall left after explaining the historical significance and importance of winning the Quidditch Cup to Gryffindor, and Harry agreed with Wood to find time for a trial - Wood thought Harry was born to be a seeker, but Harry insisted on trying both positions to see which position would be more interesting.

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Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room as a hero.

The gems of Gryffindor and Slytherin were all gone at almost the same time. At first, the students of the two colleges were naturally angry, but it didn't take long for what happened in the first-year flying class to spread, and then the Gryffindor students were no longer angry.

Oh, so it turns out that our Harry Potter is fighting with Slytherin again?
That's okay, it's all good.

So the only ones who were still angry were the Slytherin students, because according to the battle reports sent back from the front line, they had lost, and lost miserably.

The fact that Malfoy was so scared that he peed his pants made Slytherin a laughing stock, and now they couldn't hold their heads up in front of Gryffindor.

When Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, he had just finished giving the command when the Fat Lady's portrait moved aside and several arms stretched out from the hole and pulled him in.

There was a lot of cheering, and Harry could still hear people shouting his name and praising his Wronski feint loudly - to be honest, Harry didn't even know what the move was for.

Amid the crowd, Harry saw Hermione and Neville coming up to him with blushing faces.

"Thank you, Harry," Neville said with a red face, "I heard from them that you punished Malfoy for me - thank you!"

"This is the punishment he deserves. Don't take it to heart, Neville." Harry looked at Neville's body carefully. "I'm glad you're not hurt."

"Well, I fell into the Black Lake," Neville scratched his head with an embarrassed look on his face, "thanks to that big octopus for sending me to the shore, Madam Hooch took me to the school infirmary to drink a bottle of cold medicine - ah! And Hermione, Hermione also has something to say to you."

Neville moved aside, and Hermione's words were much shorter.

"Thanks!!"

The sound was almost screaming in Harry's ear. Hermione came up and gave Harry a hug so hard that she almost twisted his throat. Then the girl lowered her head, covered her face, and ran out of the crowd, heading straight for the girls' dormitory.

This time, the cheers in the Gryffindor common room became even louder, accompanied by continuous whistles.

After stretching his neck, Harry smiled helplessly - if he thought about it carefully, in the eyes of these children, he did stand up for Malfoy today because he bullied Hermione and Neville.

The plot of a hero saving a beautiful girl seems to be very popular at any time and at any age... I just feel sorry for Neville. Due to the deliberate neglect of the gossipy people, Neville's proportion in this story has been artificially reduced.

But to be honest, Harry really didn't think about it that way - in his eyes, they were just a bunch of kids, who would have any different thoughts about a child?
If there was one, Harry would smash such a person's head in with his warhammer.

He was just joining in the fun, and the celebration went on with more people joining in. The senior students got some butterbeer from somewhere, saying it was to celebrate yet another victory for Gryffindor's Minotaur. Harry also got a glass.

The taste is quite good. Although it is called beer, it is actually a non-intoxicating drink. It is very sweet, with a strong aroma of milk and malt. Harry can give this drink a full score.

Now included in the list of special drinks for Minotaur.

To be honest, by the time Harry was temporarily freed from the crowd, he had already heard several versions of Malfoy being spun around like a quaffle. Some said that Malfoy was vomiting while spinning, and some said that it was raining...

Anyway, Harry couldn't stand it any longer. The imaginations of these Gryffindor students were moving in a disgusting direction.

"So... not only were you not expelled, you're also going to join the college team?" In the corner of the common room, Ron swallowed the butterbeer in his mouth, widened his eyes and growled, "There's never been anything like this before! You're worthy of it, Harry! You easily did what others couldn't do!"

Well, Harry knew he wouldn't get any other response from Ron.

"It's quite a waste of time. I'd rather go to the library and read a few more books. The collection at Hogwarts is too large, and there's also a forbidden area," Harry said with some regret. "I don't know if I can finish reading it before graduation."

In view of his future path, Harry thought it was necessary to read all the books in the library and integrate them, because only in this way could he learn from their strengths and make up for his weaknesses, so that the magic he mastered in Azeroth could appear in this world in another suitable form, improved or integrated.

At the same time, Harry believed that he could also get an answer in this process - if he wanted to rebuild the shaman organization of the Earth Ring in this world and revive the elemental power, how could he gain the recognition of the wizards, how should he develop, and how should he act.

There are too many details to deal with here, and it cannot be accomplished by just shouting slogans.

"Oh, only then do you look less like a Gryffindor, Harry, and more like a Ravenclaw," Ron muttered. "And even if you graduate, it doesn't mean you can't go to the library to read books? You just need to choose to be a professor - well, except for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I heard that this course is cursed."

Ron just said it casually, but it made Harry suddenly understand something.

Yes, why couldn't he be a professor?
It's not about becoming a professor after graduation as Ron said, which would be a bit too late, but about becoming a professor within these seven years.

To be honest, Harry had wanted to read the books in the Restricted Section of Hogwarts for a long time, but he was stopped by his law-abiding heart - as an adult Taurus with a reputation in Azeroth, especially after becoming famous, Harry generally abides by local laws and regulations when going out.

Because he knows the necessity of maintaining such rules.

Secretly going to the restricted area to read books is just like running into someone else's wizard tower to peek at the book collection. It is a very provocative behavior - can you imagine that when Medivh was still alive, someone ran to Karazhan to peek at his book collection?

Or perhaps you've snooped through other archmages' treasures in Dalaran without permission?
If you are discovered, someone will definitely die, and the fight will not end until you are dead.

(End of this chapter)