Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 33 33. Reputation Level - Friendly and Medicinal Bath

After all, there are only a few professors in the entire Hogwarts.

It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore did not tell Snape about the conversation between him and him that day... But he is right, there is really no need to publicize such things.

"Take it, Harry." Snape put a beautifully decorated small leather bag in Harry's hand, stared into his eyes and said, "Don't do anything dangerous like those stupid, reckless and ignorant Gryffindors, especially those around you... Don't waste your life."

The life your mother sacrificed herself to bring you.

"…I will, Professor."

There was an exquisite silver snake embroidered on the small leather bag that Snape handed him, but Harry was not a crazy fan of Gryffindor, so this kind of decoration naturally did not matter to him. The key point was what was inside.

There was no doubt that the space inside had been expanded by the Traceless Extension Charm. Harry only took a quick glance inside and saw densely packed glass bottles, all of which were filled with potions.

Snape also carefully classified the potions with labels. The potions on this side were used for bleeding and other injuries, while the potions over there were used for lacerations or broken bones. In addition to these potions for treating common illnesses and injuries, there were also potions specially placed in another area that were marked for resisting unknown curses, containing strong toxins, causing coma, and many other potions.

There are many types and a wide range of uses. They are all essential medicines for home use, travel, murder and arson.

It can be said that as long as Harry has these potions, as long as he does not die on the spot when something happens, he will have a way to save himself - even if he cannot save himself, he can delay for a while.

With Harry's current understanding of the wizarding world, he is unable to give an accurate estimate of the price of these potions. After all, these potions were made by Snape, the master of potions, and their value would only be higher.

But judging from the effects of the potions from an alchemist's perspective, these potions are definitely more expensive than each other.

Harry sighed inwardly. Although it was out of love and guilt for his mother, Snape could be said to be very open-hearted to him.

He will not take this kind of dedication for granted, and will repay it later.

"Ron? Neville?" Harry saw the two men squatting on the ground when he walked out the door. "Are you okay?"

They looked exhausted, with one hand constantly pinching their legs.

"No, Harry, not at all." Ron stood up dejectedly, "I feel like my legs are about to break."

These two unlucky kids have been punished by Snape to stand against the wall of the Potions classroom ever since the cauldron exploded. Although it's just standing there, anyone who has stood there knows how it feels after standing for a long time.

Ron and Neville had never experienced such a situation before, and their legs were completely useless.

"Merlin's lace panties!" Ron couldn't help but yelled, "Did you notice, Harry? He seems to like hanging around me and Neville! Neville can't even hold the knife!"

"And I don't know why, Harry, I always feel that he is targeting me - he must hate me! But why?" Ron held his head with both hands and screamed in despair, puzzled, "I haven't provoked him?!"

And Harry... Harry silently said sorry to Ron in his heart.

If his judgment was correct, combined with what Snape said before, well, Ron probably took on some of Snape's anger on his behalf - after all, Harry was still aware of his appearance, which was very similar to James.

Snape didn't want to give up his oath to Lily, nor did he want to give up his hatred for James Potter, so... he went to Ron, the person who was closest to Harry and always regarded himself as Harry's friend in school.

Ron Weasley took it all quietly.

If Harry felt that Snape spoke softly, it was not because Snape had transformed into a saint, but because someone was carrying the burden for him.

"Any snacks you want?" Harry patted Ron's shoulder. "I'll treat you. It just so happens that Jaina hasn't exercised for a long time. I think she's gained some weight."

Don't get me wrong, this Jaina refers to the white snowy owl that Hagrid gave to Harry as a birthday present. Harry saw that she was a girl and was very smart and seemed to understand human language, so he happily picked a familiar name for her.

"Thanks, brother, you are so nice." Ron sighed, but he immediately became excited again, "But Harry, you know what?! Your divination came true again!"

"You did a divination for Hermione and me when we were on the train, didn't you?" Seeing that Harry hadn't remembered it yet, Ron said quickly, "I was just talking to Neville about this. The divination you did for me has come true."

"Do you remember what we saw at that time? A dark classroom with strange green lights flashing from time to time, and I was standing there alone - well, most of it matched, except for this part."

Ron scratched his head.

"In your divination, I should be the only one standing there and getting scolded, but today it was Neville and I standing there together, so it's not right again... Right, right?"

"Divination is just a peek into what might happen in the future, Ron," Harry shook his head and said, "If you take the results of divination as something that is bound to happen, then you will suffer greatly."

"Is that so?" Ron asked a little disappointed.

"Wait, Ron." Neville seemed to have recovered a little. He interrupted, "We didn't stand there together, did we? I remember you stood there first."

"Right! That's right!!" Ron snapped his fingers and said excitedly, "The divination was correct! It only saw a fragment! Harry! You are worthy of it!!"

"Yes, yes, as expected of me," Harry said with a wooden face, "Don't spread any outrageous rumors this time."

"Don't worry, that won't happen!" Ron smiled confidently.

Are you sure not?
Of course, they would. At the lunch table, Ron was frantically telling stories about how he had confirmed the divination results. Harry didn't know how he could keep telling such a simple story, and the content was gradually becoming outrageous.

The most important thing is that there are really a lot of people who like to listen to it, not only those at the Gryffindor table, but also Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.

In the end, someone even came to Harry specifically to ask if he could do a divination for him. He was willing to pay, but Harry declined on the grounds that he did not have enough materials and it would take some time to prepare - but he did not deny that he could do divination for others.

Then the discussion in the entire restaurant suddenly became more heated.

"Hermione, don't be stressed," Harry comforted the little girl beside him, "Divination doesn't mean it will happen. In fact, Ron's situation today is different from the original divination results. He just didn't say it, so don't think too much about it."

The more Ron boasted about how accurate Harry's divination was, and the more he said that everything that happened today matched the divination results of the day, the more pressure Hermione felt. She would never forget what she saw that day, hiding in the bathroom and crying secretly. Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
"Thank you, Harry, I'm fine." Hermione gave a very forced smile, "By the way, can I borrow your Potions homework later? I want to check it out."

"Of course no problem, I'll give it to you when I finish writing it." Harry nodded.

"Thank you."

After saying thank you, Hermione took her food and left, saying that she was full.

"If I remember correctly, she probably only ate one small sausage?" Dean picked up a sausage and said, "Look at her. Oh my God... I'm glad I didn't ask you to do a divination for me that day. Otherwise, if you saw something bad, I would be tortured to death."

"Only those who are lost need guidance," Harry said kindly, "You are right, Dean."

"Oh, I don't think there's anything wrong with that," Ron said excitedly, turning his head. "But let's not worry about that for now. You really should have seen Malfoy's ugly face - especially since I ridiculed him severely when we were leaving Potions class today."

"Ha! Snape must have been disappointed that he didn't give you a proper deduction in Potions! But seriously, Harry, he actually gave you so many extra points, almost up to fifty in one class."

Putting aside the points lost by other Gryffindors in one class, he could still earn more than 20 points.

"If it weren't for Harry, you would definitely be the most Gryffindor of Gryffindors. I would have doubted whether you were a Slytherin." Seamus also laughed.

"Professor Snape is just...not very good at expressing himself," Harry sighed helplessly.

Apart from the Slytherin students in the entire Hogwarts, he was probably the only one who thought so.

Harry's life at Hogwarts seemed to be gradually getting back on track. The first-year curriculum was not tight, and there was plenty of time for the children to explore and play in the castle, but Harry mostly chose to stay in the library.

In fact, it is impossible for unexpected things to happen every day in school. With Ron's big mouth propaganda, the news that Harry has the ability of prediction and divination is becoming more and more bizarre throughout Hogwarts. This is the result of Harry's deliberate indulgence.

People kept coming to Harry and wanted him to tell fortunes for them. Harry did not reject them all. Instead, he selected those children who seemed to have really encountered some troubles or difficulties and told fortunes for them.

As for those who came to verify the truth of something or to find out what to eat for lunch or dinner tomorrow, Harry rejected them all.

It is worth mentioning that a seventh-grade student came to Harry and asked him to predict his future relationship with his girlfriend as they were about to graduate, but he saw a picture of himself lying on a hospital bed in the school with a smile on his face - he was naturally furious at the time, and then accused Harry of using magic to create illusions to deceive people, but Harry naturally would not be angry because of such distrust.

This matter was widely spread at the time, and as people in the school were talking about it, this seventh-grade student was actually admitted to the school hospital - after his girlfriend learned about Harry's divination, she proposed to him with the intention of comforting him, and they agreed to get married as soon as they graduated.

Well, then this guy was so happy that he fell down the stairs, broke his leg on the spot, and was admitted to the school hospital - well, he was admitted with a smile on his face.

He even came to thank Harry with his girlfriend the next day after his bones had grown back. He generously gave him fifty Galleons and warmly invited Harry to attend their wedding.

In short, they were all very short-term divinations, so they were verified very quickly. This further became a topic of discussion among students, and they spread the news of Harry's divination ability even more magically.

The only thing that makes students feel regretful is that Harry will only tell fortunes for those who are truly confused in their hearts. As for the standard of confusion, only Harry himself knows it. It is as if he has a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts and can see who is in confusion.

This directly led to many students wanting to hit themselves on the head twice on the spot to make themselves confused.

"So, this is why you come to my place for some peace and quiet?" Hagrid said speechlessly as he poured a bucket of hot water into the big wooden barrel where Harry was.

"Oh...thanks, Hagrid." Soaking in the potion comfortably, Harry squinted his eyes and said, "It can't be said to be quiet. After all, you know, five people live together in the Gryffindor dormitory. It's too crowded. It's inconvenient to do anything."

Although it sounded like he was doing something bad and had to hide from people, in fact, Harry was just taking a medicinal bath here at Hagrid's place.

To make up for the deficiencies in the body during childhood, to provide nutrition for the growth of the body, to make the muscles more powerful, strong, and agile... That's about what it means.

The materials were specially prepared by Harry based on his own experience and the medicinal properties of the herbs unique to this world. It is still under testing, but it still has a certain effect.

"Ha, I always feel that things are not that simple. You haven't given up the idea of living here yet?" Hagrid walked over and poured a bottle of red liquid into the barrel while saying this. "Well, add the salamander blood you asked for... Fortunately, Professor Kettleburn always keeps some salamanders in his fireplace, otherwise I really don't know where to get it for you."

Salamander blood has healing and restorative properties, and can also be used to make strengthening potions.

"Honestly, I'm a little regretful about agreeing to you, Harry." Hagrid looked worriedly at the strange-colored liquid in the big barrel, his eyebrows almost wrinkled, "Are you sure your formula is correct?"

　Entering the third round! I kowtow to my brothers! Bang bang bang!! Thank you for your support, the brothers who want to support the book in the future just hope that they can read it a little bit on Monday and Tuesday. I wonder if there is a chance to go to Sanjiang

　　Now I have 4k words per day during the new book period, and 8k words per day after it is on the shelves, with a guaranteed 4k. I am now saving up manuscripts for the book to be released, but I have been out of luck these two days so I haven't saved up any. Uh, my friends, please take care of your health. I found that masks are still necessary.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)