Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 49. School Bullying and Fear of My Brother Driving a Land Rover
School bullying - although Harry didn't know the existence of this term, he was aware of this phenomenon that would occur when a group of children got together.

For young children, they are particularly disgusted by those children who always mention their parents or teachers. They will also actively exclude those children who are different and make them feel embarrassed.

For example, Draco Malfoy now.

Normally, with the Malfoy family background, he would not be bullied to this extent even if he talked about his father all day long, but who made him embarrass Slytherin repeatedly?

He took the initiative to provoke others but was scared to the point of peeing his pants. During this period, the entire Slytherin College could not even raise his head in front of the students from the other three colleges, especially the Gryffindors. They repeatedly laughed at this incident and said that Slytherins were all crybabies who peed their pants.

The Malfoy family is indeed a wealthy and powerful noble family, but most of the people in Slytherin House are also nobles - the Malfoy family is not the king of nobles.

Therefore, when Draco Malfoy incurred public anger, even the power of the Malfoy family could not save him. After all, his parents could not be by his side to protect him all day long.

Especially when Malfoy's two followers separated from him because of different detention contents for tonight, these Slytherin students blocked Malfoy.

This kind of thing cannot be avoided even in Hogwarts, because professors and prefects cannot pay attention to everything, so school bullying has always existed from the past to the present.

"You guys seem to be free?" After thinking for a moment, Harry walked out and interrupted this unfriendly gathering.

After all, the reason why he had taught Malfoy a harsh lesson was to prevent the kid from jumping around in front of him all day and annoying him - and as a result, this goal was indeed achieved.

Apart from that, Harry didn't have any strong feelings against Malfoy. After all, he was just an ignorant child.

Well, no matter what kind of person Malfoy is, he is really tough. Even when he was cornered by a group of people, he never lost. He kept calling them dad and mom, which soon made the group of people even angrier.

Harry felt that if he didn't do something, there would probably be fistfights here soon.

"Potter?" The leading Slytherin student turned around and looked at Harry, saying with disgust, "Don't mind this. This has nothing to do with you."

"I don't think the professor would like to see students bullying other students." Harry looked at Malfoy...well, there were still traces of tears on the kid's face.

"Ha! You're going to try this too?!" The Slytherin students burst into laughter. "What if I say no? Are you going to tell the professor?"

"Don't provoke me, kid." Ignoring the laughter, Harry said calmly, "Now, take your people and get out."

There was no need to raise the tone to issue vicious threats; the laughter of these Slytherin students gradually faded.

There was no way. Now all the students in Hogwarts knew not to mess with Harry Potter, because he really dared to do anything and was particularly crazy - although people laughed at Malfoy, the crazy flight that Harry took with Malfoy was terrifying enough.

From then on, the students of Hogwarts knew that the Boy-Who-Lived was more Gryffindor than any Gryffindor, and that they should never mess with him unless there was something absolutely necessary.

The most important thing is that there is a powerful Snape behind him.

Without even saying anything harsh, these Slytherin students left in disgrace.

"Malfoy?" Harry looked at Malfoy who was still sitting on the ground. "Do you need me to pull you up?"

“…No need!” Malfoy quickly got up from the ground and wiped the tears from his face. He felt ashamed to let Harry see his miserable appearance. “None of your business! Potter!”

"It's just a side trip," Harry sighed, "To be honest, with your stubborn personality and your courage to keep fighting despite failures, are you really not planning to transfer to Gryffindor? I think you're quite suitable."

"You are the Gryffindor! Your whole family is Gryffindor!!" Malfoy roared angrily.

"Yes, my whole family is indeed Gryffindor." Harry waved his hand and was about to leave. "You'd better go and meet up with your two friends as soon as possible. Hatred between children usually doesn't last too long. In a few months, they shouldn't care about your affairs anymore... Until then, keep a low profile."

"None of your business is my business, Potter!" Malfoy shouted with a red face, but Harry was no longer listening, let alone answering, and his figure had disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Looking at Harry's disappearing back, suddenly, two lines of tears flowed from Malfoy's eyes again.

Hogwarts is not fun at all. It is not as wonderful as his father and mother said. From the beginning of the school until now, Malfoy feels that he has not had a happy day.

He wanted to make friends with the Boy Who Lived but got beaten up instead. He was clearly imitating his father's way of speaking, so why did his father have so many friends but he didn't?
Even Mr. Snape, my father's friend who always comes to visit Malfoy Manor, prefers that Potter to me! !

(Snape is not Draco's godfather. The godfather is a fan fiction and does not exist in the original book)
Every time Malfoy thought about this, he felt very wronged. You know, with the relationship between his family and Mr. Snape, all the praises that Potter enjoyed in the potions class should belong to him!!
What's the result now?
Snape did take care of himself, but as soon as anything related to that Potter came up, Snape seemed like a different person!
Malfoy even wrote a letter to complain to his father, but was scolded by his father in the reply, and was told not to provoke Potter, but to be friends with Potter instead, because only in this way could the friendship between the family and Mr. Snape be maintained.

But how could Draco Malfoy please that Potter! And be friends with him?! Especially after those humiliating things happened!!
Obviously, everything he did was in accordance with what his father had said, staying away from mudbloods and being proud of purebloods, but why did things turn out like this? !
Even today I was saved by Potter!!!
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Instead of rushing back to the Slytherin common room, Malfoy squatted down on the spot and buried his head between his knees.

And Harry - Harry didn't know what Malfoy was thinking. To him, it was just a matter of stopping a bad thing between children, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

Compared to this little thing, it was Ron who scared Harry more.

As soon as he entered the Gryffindor common room, Harry saw Ron lying face down on the carpet with his limbs spread out - to be precise, it was not just Ron, the entire Gryffindor common room was almost full of people lying on the carpet with their limbs spread out like this, so that others who wanted to walk past had to be careful to avoid stepping on them.

It looked like a crime scene.

"Is it that exaggerated?" Harry said, trying not to laugh: "Tell me, what did Professor Snape ask you to do? You look as if you've been hollowed out."

no answer.

It was as if Ron was really dead.

"Let him rest for a while, Harry." Neville looked at Ron sympathetically while sitting on the chair. "I heard from other students who went to Snape to be punished that Ron was asked to pick beetle eyes all night."

"A..." Harry was silent for a moment.

The largest beetle is only as big as a thumb, and the beetle's eyeball only occupies a few tenths of the beetle's body. Picking a beetle's eyeball in one night...

"I feel like I'm dying, Harry." Ron finally raised his head. He gave a difficult smile, like the last smile of a dying person. "There are only countless black eyeballs in front of my eyes now - I'm going blind."

"Buckets and buckets of beetles. Oh my god, so densely packed, crawling everywhere." Ron made a painful sound. He kept scratching his scalp with his hands. Harry saw a few strands of red hair falling down. "You can't even use too much force, otherwise you'll poke those eyeballs out!"

"You know what? I feel like I'm going crazy because of those eyeballs." Ron suddenly showed an idiotic expression, "I have to concentrate on picking those eyeballs. I can't be fast or slow, light or heavy. It's like there's something holding back inside my body - it's almost driving me crazy."

"Corporal punishment!" Hermione, who was slumped in the sofa, suddenly said in a dull voice, "This is undoubtedly corporal punishment - even in a Muggle school, it is absolutely forbidden and will be sued by the Parents' Association (PTA)!!"

"But there is no such thing in the wizarding world, Hermione," Neville sighed and said, "Muggle laws don't apply to the wizarding world."

"So what did you and Hermione do?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "Filch didn't ask you to pick beetle eyes, did he?" "No," Neville shook his head. "But he made us clean those out-of-the-way bathrooms - my God."

"Ugh!" Neville's words seemed to bring back Hermione's memories. She retched and then looked at Harry and said, "Why would anyone not flush the toilet after using it? Harry - Filch doesn't even allow us to use magic! We can only wipe it with our hands!!"

Harry grew more silent.

Compared to the punishment his friends had suffered, he felt a little reluctant to talk about what had happened tonight.

No wonder he could smell a faint, uh, stinky odor as soon as he entered the common room. Harry originally thought that it was brought back by the students who were responsible for shoveling dragon poop in the greenhouse, but he didn't expect there was an expert there.

"So what about you, Harry?" Ron asked weakly, "What punishment did Hagrid give you?"

"Forbidden Forest," Harry thought for a moment and said, "We went to the Forbidden Forest. To be honest, I don't recommend you to continue asking."

This was his last mercy.

"Forbidden Forest?" Neville swallowed. "I heard there are even werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. It's very dangerous. A Defense Against the Dark Arts professor died in the Forbidden Forest before."

"Hey, don't say such horrible things, Neville. You know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed - and didn't Harry come back safely?" Ron looked at Harry expectantly, "So what were you doing in the Forbidden Forest? Were you looking for the feces of some magical animals?"

Ron, it seems, has a brain full of feces.

Seeing the boy's expectant expression, Harry knew exactly what Ron wanted to hear - so he had to break this illusion.

"Not really. Hagrid took me to see the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest..." Shrugging, Harry roughly recounted his experience tonight to his friends.

Harry's speech was actually quite brief, but for a long time after he finished speaking, this corner of the lounge was in silence.

"A great adventure!" Ron said painfully after a long while, "The centaurs' divination, a big battle, even Headmaster Dumbledore showed up - God! I hate Hagrid! Why didn't you take me with you on this kind of thing!"

"Maybe he's afraid that you'll be kicked to death by the centaurs," Hermione said dryly, but she had to admit that compared to her own experience tonight, Harry's punishment made her a little jealous.

"This isn't fair!" Ron growled, "Why can you go to the Forbidden Forest and do interesting things like this while we're suffering!"

"Don't say that, Ron," Hermione continued dryly, "The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous for us. Didn't you hear that Hagrid was injured? Right, Harry? Am I right? Is this fair?"

To be honest, the little girl's look at this moment was somewhat scary.

"It is indeed dangerous," Harry said decisively, "You can't blame Hagrid, he just promised me before school started, and it would be very dangerous if you went there tonight."

"I don't think any danger can be more terrifying than a bucket of beetle eyes," Ron muttered. He still felt a little unbalanced.

"Stop talking, Ron, Harry is right," Hermione said unwillingly, "I really can't protect myself when surrounded by dozens of centaurs."

"But I didn't expect the centaurs to be like this." Hermione frowned, "Anyway, the Forbidden Forest is the property of Hogwarts. It shouldn't be their territory, and they have no right to expel wizards."

"Even Hagrid doesn't like centaurs very much, which is very telling," Neville said. "After seeing Harry's divination, the centaurs' words were really too vague - I mean, they didn't say anything clearly, did they? And they even rushed out to intimidate Harry."

"Oh, Neville, you have to know that there was no Harry in the wizarding world before," Ron said, sitting cross-legged on the ground. "In the eyes of wizards, divination should be the kind of vague words that centaurs say."

"Then I can understand why Harry couldn't help it," Hermione said sharply, "After all, compared to his divination, the centaurs' vague words really seemed like a lie, and they didn't help those wizards at all. Um, and they even charged a large sum of Galleons?"

"A lot," Harry shrugged, "Anyway, it's all in the past. Are you interested in going to Hagrid's with me tomorrow? I asked Newt, and he said I can bring friends along."

"Of course we have to go!" The three children suddenly became lively. Hermione said excitedly, "Newt Scamander, I know this name, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - according to you, Harry, he released the giant magical beasts from his suitcase when he was fighting the centaurs?!"

"Yes, and it is Newt's suitcase that we are going to visit tomorrow."

"What are we waiting for!" Ron finally came back to life. He stood up and shouted, "Let's go to bed! I can't wait for tomorrow to come!"

After Newt piqued Harry's curiosity, Harry also successfully piqued the curiosity of several of his friends, which really made him feel much more comfortable - at least Ron and the others were not as frustrated as they were at the beginning, right?
Especially when the sun rose the next morning, Harry felt even more comfortable when he saw that Ron and Neville both had thick dark circles under their eyes.

What bad intentions could Niu Niu have?

Even Hermione had a faint dark circle around her eyes, and the three children, who had been resentful all night, dragged Harry straight to Hagrid's hut without even having breakfast.

Hagrid's door was ajar, and Ron called out several times but got no response. Only Fang squeezed the door open and came out, jumping around the people and wagging his tail desperately.

"Oh, oh, Fang, I don't think we have anything to give you - we're still hungry ourselves." Ron held down Fang, who kept jumping on him, and walked into Hagrid's hut first.

Hagrid wasn't there - or not apparently.

In front of the fireplace, Harry and his friends saw an open suitcase. It was empty inside and only a ladder leading down could be seen.

"I'll go down first," Harry said directly, "you wait for my signal."

"it is good."

Even Hermione, who was extremely unwilling to admit defeat, didn't say anything this time.

The entrance of the suitcase seemed very small, but Harry did not feel any restraint when going in. He climbed down a long ladder and seemed to have come to a small house. There were many large and small bottles and jars with colorful liquids in them on the table.

After taking a quick look at the environment, Harry pushed open the door of the cabin - and then he saw the golden sunlight.

A kind of sunshine that I never thought I could see in a box.

The golden sunlight only appears around four or five in the afternoon. It does not make people feel burning, but very warm and soft.

But Harry was very clear that he was in a suitcase at the moment, and it was still morning outside, so there was no way there would be sunlight like now.

"Harry?" Hagrid's voice called from the right. "Is it morning already? I mean - it's morning, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)