Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 44 43. Harry’s totem and another divination come true?
First, he put a dagger on the side of his leg. Although it was a dagger, it was only short compared to Hagrid's body size. In Harry's hand, it was considered a long sword.

Then Hagrid picked up a huge bow hanging on the wall, which came with several arrows as thick as two fingers, with their arrowheads shining coldly.

Normally, Harry would call this state of being fully armed and ready for battle, rather than visiting a friend's house.

To be honest, Hagrid's state actually made Harry feel relieved. After all, he really couldn't imagine himself visiting the Centaur's house with fruits and snacks. Just imagining it made him clench his fists and his scalp tingled.

"Me?" Hagrid looked down at his stomach and suddenly realized, "Oh, Harry, you have to know that the place we are going to is the Forbidden Forest. There is everything in there. There are even werewolves in the deepest part - well, although we won't go that deep today."

"Anyway, if you consider it from this perspective, there's really nothing wrong with calling this evening's trip a punishment," Hagrid shrugged and said, "You're an exception, Harry. I know you're very capable, but others don't."

"We can make a bet. If another normal first-year wizard knew that his detention tonight was to go to the Forbidden Forest, he would definitely not think of it as a reward."

"…makes sense." Harry nodded. He felt that what Hagrid said was right. "Shall we set off now?"

"Now?" Hagrid shook his head. "It's a little too early now. You can rest in the house first. I have to pack my things. Um... let's wait until the sun sets before setting off."

After that, Hagrid no longer had time to care about Harry, but started rummaging through the drawers and boxes - he seemed to be looking for some things he had made before that he wanted to exchange with the centaurs.

Instead of finding a place in the house to rest and wait for the sun to set as Hagrid had suggested, Harry went out and began searching at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He was looking for a suitable tree.

It cannot be too thick or too thin. The key point is that he can easily hold it and swing it out without affecting his ability to move. The most important thing is that there should be enough area for him to carve patterns.

Before going to meet the centaurs, sorry, it should be said that before going to meet the centaurs - Harry always couldn't help but confuse these two words, anyway, he felt that he should make a totem pole for himself.

He couldn't go to meet the centaurs empty-handed like this.

Even though he had told himself countless times in his heart that he had returned to the world where he was born, this was not Azeroth, and the horsemen in this world were not the centaurs he was familiar with.

But Harry had seen pictures of centaurs in an atlas of magical races - they looked exactly like fucking centaurs!

He's just a little thin and not strong enough.

There is an old saying that even the most rational minotaur will become irritable and full of desire to kill when seeing a centaur, and Harry is no exception.

Some things are known and understood, but Harry cannot guarantee what he will do reflexively when he meets the centaurs tonight if their attitude is not friendly enough and some minor friction arises between the two sides.

Once drawn into a conflict, the minotaurs become extremely difficult enemies to reconcile with, and will use every ounce of their strength to defeat their opponents, and will not yield no matter how much suffering and misfortune they suffer.

This makes it a bit difficult for Harry, who is still in a rational state. After all, his body is still in its young stage, and even the mail armor and war hammer on his body are almost like toys. It's okay to hit people, but not so good to hit large animals. Even Hagrid can see that his war hammer can hardly cause any damage to the centaurs.

As for using spells - he can't just use a set of Lightning Bolt, Fire Shock, Summon Fire Elemental, Summon Storm Keeper, Insert Magma Totem, Lava Burst, Fire Shock, and then transform into a Flame Ascendant form and follow up with Earthquake, Whirlpool Force Lightning Bolt, Lava Catapult, and finally Lightning Chain, right?
After doing this, there will be no conflict with the centaurs, because there are no centaurs in front of us.

There was no need to doubt it at all. Harry was 100% or even 90% sure that as long as there was a conflict between him and the centaurs, by the time he calmed down and reacted again, it would be too late.

This is the confidence that the blood feud with the centaurs and dozens of life-and-death battles have given Harry.

The confidence of the bull!

Then the front page headline of tomorrow morning's Daily Prophet will be "The Boy-Who-Lived Slaughters a Tribe of Centaurs."

Well, although Harry didn't care what others said, he couldn't really kill all the centaurs after the friction, right? After all, according to Hagrid, they were still his friends.

So after much thought, Harry felt that he still needed a physical weapon that was handy - a physical weapon different from the toy war hammer, a weapon that would allow him to gain respect and voice from the centaurs without using deadly spells.

Tauren totem.

A choice that kills two birds with one stone.

In the Tauren tribe, powerful warriors defend the Tauren's homeland, shamans are responsible for showing the past of their ancestors, druids reveal the will of Mother Earth, and hunters learn various knowledge from the former and find enough food for the tribe. These four represent the core strength of the Tauren.

As for Tauren warriors, they will use many kinds of weapons, but the most popular one is the totem pole. In addition to carrying their own beliefs, it can also perfectly exert their strength advantage. It is worth mentioning that not only warriors can carry totem poles, but shamans can also.

As the son of Cain, the greatest Tauren warrior, it makes sense that Harry knows a thing or two about totem poles.

He easily cut down a tree of suitable size and thickness with his wand, and after blessing it for its departure, Harry began to make the totem pole.

Scraping off the bark and carving patterns, Harry had to admit that with the help of magic unique to this world, the process became incredibly fast.

There are no two totem poles in the world that are exactly the same. Each totem pole tells its own story. Take Harry's totem pole for example. At the top is a pattern of a young person standing next to three tall minotaurs.

That represented the moment when Harry had just arrived in Azeroth and was discovered and taken in by the Bloodhoof tribe.

The painting style is not delicate, and can even be described as rough. It is more like a simple drawing with symbolic meaning.

Next are all the memorable events Harry experienced in Azeroth, the first battle, the first adventure... the acquaintance with Jaina and Thrall, bringing orcs' help to the Bloodhoof tribe, the Battle of Mount Hyjal... Deathwing... Pandaria... The Burning Legion...

Harry painted very quickly, waving the wand in his hand slowly. The wood chips fell off as the tip of the wand moved.

It didn't take long for the pattern on the totem pole to reach the bottom, the newest and most recent pattern - Harry came to a castle.

"Oh my God! Harry! What are you doing?!" Hagrid exclaimed as he approached.

He seemed to have packed his things. He was now carrying a large black package in one hand and the bow and arrow on his back.

"Make my own totem pole, Hagrid." Standing up, Harry looked at the finished totem pole. It was only about two-thirds of his current height, and the thickness was five inches to six inches. "You don't mind if I use your collection?"

"Well, of course I don't mind, but your... well, totem pole..." Hagrid muttered, and curiously looked closely at the pattern on the totem pole and said, "Is this what you said the shamans needed before? I've seen something similar among the centaurs - wait, what's that smell?"

Hagrid sniffed, and then he saw the bottle at Harry's feet.

"Oh my God! My brandy!" Hagrid exclaimed with his eyes wide open, "It's not time for you to drink such strong liquor! Harry! When did you take it away?!"

"Just now, besides, this alcohol content is not considered strong liquor, Hagrid," Harry waved his hand nonchalantly, "but you do have good taste in liquor collection."

While carving the pattern on the totem pole, Harry inevitably recalled the past. Feeling a little unhappy, he drank a little.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment," Hagrid said with a complicated expression, "but I don't know if I should be happy about it."

"Why not?" Harry shrugged, "I'm a shaman, Hagrid, you can't treat me as an ordinary child, even Headmaster Dumbledore admits this." "Okay, okay, since even Headmaster Dumbledore admits it, then I will..." Hagrid muttered a few words, he was convinced by a strong evidence, "So what can it do?"

"This totem represents my past. It is a belief and also a weapon." Harry patted the surface of the totem and said, "But it's a little too small. It can only be regarded as a transitional item. My Shaman Club will start classes next week. With it, I can use it as a classroom display and make my lectures less monotonous."

At this point, Harry raised his wand and waved it.

"The horns are flying! The hides are flying!"

The next moment, a pair of cow horns flew out of Hagrid's hut and into Harry's hands - they were the ones Hagrid had hung on the wall as decorations, curved and slender, each about as long as Harry's arm.

There was also a large piece of animal skin. According to Harry's experience, it should be a wolf skin.

"Hmm... let me think." Harry waved his wand again, "The flames are blazing!"

A stream of blazing flame spurted out from the tip of the magic wand, continuously burning the surface of the totem pole, causing the originally white wood surface to quickly char and turn into a light brown color.

"Okay, that's it." Looking at his totem with satisfaction, Harry used his magic wand to direct the two horns to fall on both sides, with the roots penetrating deep into it and fixing it completely. Finally, he wrapped it with wolf skin in the middle, leaving a belt for people to carry it on their backs.

It's probably something like this, please use your imagination to polish it↓
"So, you're going to carry it to the centaurs?" Hagrid's eyes widened when he saw Harry skillfully carrying the totem.

"Didn't you say that the centaurs also have shamans?" Harry looked up at Hagrid and smiled innocently. "I've wanted to communicate with them for a long time - really, just a purely professional exchange."

"Well, now that you've said that," Hagrid muttered, "I still think it's a little weird... but never mind."

"Let's go!"

Hagrid had a dog named Fang, a hound that looked very ferocious but was actually very timid. At this moment, Fang was running happily in the front, and Harry was following behind Hagrid.

For students, the Forbidden Forest is indeed unsafe at night. When night falls, many dangerous animals will come out of their nests and start hunting, not to mention that there are many magical animals with special powers in the Forbidden Forest.

At times like this, Hagrid showed his professionalism - after being the guard of the Forbidden Forest for so many years, Hagrid was so familiar with the various routes here as if he were back home.

They didn't encounter any danger along the way. When they were halfway through the road, Hagrid suddenly stopped and roared loudly, then listened carefully - after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he continued on his way. Apart from that, there was nothing unusual.

The centaur tribe is located deep in the Forbidden Forest, but this does not mean that their activities are limited to the depths of the Forbidden Forest. According to Hagrid, centaurs can occasionally be seen when you are active on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and they will help send those restless students out of the Forbidden Forest.

It was probably because of the sacrificial activities today that Harry finally saw the centaurs of this world until he could faintly see the firelight through the shadows of the trees.

It was no different from the illustrations he had seen in the library, nor was it much different from the centaur in his memory. It had a lower body similar to that of a horse, covered in brown fur, but where the horse's neck and head should have been was a human body.

The part that belongs to the human body is not covered with hair, revealing the strong muscles of half of the body, and there is a bow and arrow on the back.

To be honest, Harry felt that his nerves were stretched to the limit, especially when he walked into the settlement of the Centaur tribe - he felt that there were enemies all around him and he was isolated and helpless and trapped.

Looking around, there were centaurs walking around everywhere. There was a huge fire burning in the middle, and some meat seemed to be roasting on the edge.

But to Harry's surprise, he actually saw some wizards here. They were divided into twos and threes and sat together around a small fire, some looking around vigilantly, some talking in low voices with their companions.

Harry punched Hagrid twice in the shin and pointed at the men as Hagrid looked down.

"Dark wizard?" Harry asked quietly.

"Not really." Hagrid shook his head slightly and replied in a low voice: "It can only be said that they are indeed very resourceful. They actually found the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest."

"Remember what I told you, Harry? Centaur divination is very expensive. Most importantly, you can't find a Centaur tribe willing to do divination for you just because you have money - they value this qualification very much."

"Won't Headmaster Dumbledore do anything?" Harry continued, "I think it's hard to guarantee the safety of these people."

"Oh, Harry, don't forget my duty. I'm specifically here to guard against this," Hagrid replied. "The entire area of Hogwarts is much larger than you think. Even Headmaster Dumbledore can't manage everything. We just need to keep the castle safe."

"Besides, even professors sometimes find it inconvenient to buy things in Diagon Alley," Hagrid laughed softly, "There's a bar in Hogsmeade, and all kinds of people may appear there, such as smugglers - damn! Why am I telling you this!"

Hagrid slapped himself on the head with a loud slap.

Hogsmeade is the wizarding village next to Hogwarts. Students above the third grade can go there to play every weekend. Harry never thought that there would be a gray area in such a place next to the school.

Wait, that doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Oh! Forget what I just said, Harry, remember not to tell anyone else when you go back," Hagrid smiled ingratiatingly, "Don't worry, no one will hurt the students of Hogwarts. This is the lifeline of all British wizards - no one wants to offend the public."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

Since Dumbledore, the Lord of Hogwarts, has no objection, why should he have a say?

"Anyway, enjoy the evening, Harry," Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder, "Centaurs will not allow guests to be harmed on their territory."

"I thought the Forbidden Forest was Hogwarts territory," Harry said casually, and then saw Hagrid getting nervous.

"Hush!" Hagrid raised a finger and whispered, "The centaurs won't like to hear this. They think the entire Forbidden Forest is their territory and that wizards shouldn't enter at will... although I think that's bullshit."

Centaurs, expelling wizards, seizing territory - to be honest, as soon as these key words came out, Harry's PTSD almost came out.

Damn, how could this horseman be so bad!

Harry, heartbeat quickened.

"Sorry to bother you, but I think I have to interrupt, Hagrid," an old voice suddenly sounded from the side, "In the eyes of the centaurs, they are the natives of this land, and they have lived in this forest since ancient times."

"On the contrary, the wizards came later and built a castle at the edge of the forest, and then declared that the forest was under their jurisdiction."

Harry immediately turned around and looked at the source of the sound, and saw an old man with an aged face and gray hair.

But that was not the point. The point was that Harry saw at a glance that the old man was carrying a suitcase - a suitcase of a similar style that he had seen in Divination.

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