Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 5 5. Hagrid and his birthday

It would be impossible for Harry not to be curious about a magical society hidden in a world without supernatural powers.

However, a mature adventurer can always suppress his curiosity and will never step into a dangerous place before making sufficient preparations.

After all, your life is your own, and most of the time you only have one.

Immature adventurers are basically dead.

Harry didn't know why he suddenly returned to the world where he was born, nor did he know why he turned back into the thin body he used to have. The muscles he had painstakingly trained for many years were gone, and the elements were so quiet that they could hardly respond.

Harry really didn't have a sense of belonging to this world, but it was meaningless to simply complain about the world. After confirming that a seed of the power he possessed still existed, he began to train again.

As for the short-term goal, it would be to investigate why the elements of this world are so quiet. As for the long-term goal...if possible, Harry wants to return to Azeroth again, to his home in Thunder Bluff.

Well, when Uncle Vernon woke up that day, he was in a bad mood when he saw his wife telling Harry the story of her sister, especially the things about the Potter family which were not allowed to be mentioned in this family in the past.

But with the help of Harry, after vaguely remembering that something bad related to magic seemed to have happened today, Vernon quickly suppressed his anger.

This was certainly related to Harry's explanation that a professor from Hogwarts had visited him today, but Harry felt that the bigger reason was that he had made a promise to Vernon - when he inherited the Potter family's estate in the future, he would pay a sum of money for his uncle and aunt's upbringing over the years.

Harry didn't think that he would suffer any loss by doing this. After all, only someone who had actually raised a baby would know how easy it was for a young child to get sick and how much trouble it would cause.

Harry vaguely remembered when he first arrived in Azeroth. He didn't know whether it was because of his weak body or because of the unfamiliar climate, but he was sick all day long at that time, which made Kane's family very nervous - even the entire Thunder Bluff became nervous, fearing that this strange little guy would die.

It was during that period of serious illness that Harry received the careful care of the shaman of the Tauren tribe, and was led to embark on the path of shamanism, rather than the path of a warrior like his father.

To be fair, Harry thought that his uncle and aunt had raised him for so many years instead of throwing him into an orphanage to become an orphan eleven years ago.

Anyway, it's much better than the orphanage.

Not only that, this promise had the further effect of easing the relationship between the Dursleys and herself a lot. Even when Dudley wanted to bully her like he did before, Vernon and Petunia would at least stop him.

From this point of view, Harry thought that his uncle and aunt were quite cute - at least they knew what it meant to be grateful for what one has received.

As a result, Harry's food standards have improved a lot in the past few days. Not only does he have enough food to eat, but he even has meat - this is what Harry is most satisfied with.

After all, if you want to build strong muscles again, how can you lack meat?
It’s just that the time is too short now, and the effect of the exercise cannot be seen yet.

Harry had just finished his morning run and was wiping the sweat off his face and replenishing his water when he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Go open the door! Boy! If it's a salesman, remember to tell him we don't need anything and stop bothering us!"

Well, there was also Uncle Vernon's shouting from the living room.

"Got it," Harry replied and walked towards the door.

The moment he opened the door, Harry took a quick step back, his right hand instinctively reaching towards his leg to take out his warhammer, but he found nothing - and his other hand that reached behind him for the shield also found nothing.

Yes, my weapon did not come back with me.

"...Who are you?" Harry asked warily, looking at the huge monster in front of him.

He didn't do something stupid like closing the door and pretending that the things outside didn't exist. After all, considering the physique of the person knocking on the door, it would only take one punch to break the door.

Harry had no time to be so alert. After all, he could tell at a glance that the person standing outside the door was definitely not a human being - with a human's physical fitness, it would be difficult to grow such a broad and huge skeleton.

At first glance, it looked even taller than the ogre in Harry's memory. No, it should be said that it was much taller, already reaching more than three meters and nearly four meters. It could even be classified as a giant or a subspecies of giant. Harry standing in front of him was not even as tall as his knees.

Whether it is ogres or giants, in most cases they are not synonymous with intelligence and kindness. Instead, they are mostly ferocious and cruel.

"Oh! Hello! Hello! I'm sent by Dumbledore - an, um, employee of Hogwarts, and one of Dumbledore's most trusted people," the giant said haltingly, but he was much smarter than Harry had first judged. "You must be Harry? The last time I saw you, you were just a little fuzzy."

Well, not only was the giant much smarter, his emotions were also richer than Harry had imagined, because before Harry had even spoken two words, he looked extremely moved.

"Oh my God... you really look like your father," the giant even choked up a little as he spoke, "but your eyes are more like your mother's... so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, you have grown up, Harry."

"Uh, thank you?" Sounds like an old friend of his parents? After determining that the giant was not subjectively harmful, Harry also let down his guard a little, "Are you also a professor at Hogwarts?"

"Professor? Oh no, no, I can't be a professor," the giant said in panic, "I'm the key keeper of Hogwarts and the gamekeeper...ah, look at my brain, I almost forgot to introduce myself, Rubeus Hagrid, my name."

Trying hard to force a smile, Rubeus Hagrid's face was almost completely covered by his messy long hair and tangled thick beard, but his pair of black beetle-like eyes were still trying to send out friendly signals.

"Harry Potter, you already know me," Harry nodded as well.

He remembered that Dumbledore said that day that he would send someone to bring his parents' inheritance and take him into the wizarding world - Harry really didn't expect that the lively old man would send a giant.

It's really powerful.

"Boy? Why don't you come in?" After a long time without hearing any movement at the door, Fenon's voice floated out from the living room, "Hurry up! Breakfast is ready, don't keep us waiting!"

"Right away, uncle," Harry turned around and called out, "It's the professor from Hogwarts."

"Oh, I'm not a professor."

Hagrid was still mumbling, but Harry's attention had shifted to the living room, where there was a noise as if someone had knocked something over.

In a few seconds, Dudley ran to the porch with a thumping step. "Oh my god - he's so big!" Looking up at the huge body of Hagrid, Dudley's eyes widened.

The next one to run over was Vernon. To be honest, Harry could tell that the moment he saw Hagrid, his uncle wanted to reach for his shotgun... Fortunately, he finally held back and just muttered something quickly.

The Dursleys' wonderful breakfast time was ruined.

It took almost every ounce of effort for Hagrid to squeeze in through the door as best he could while ensuring that the door frame of the Dursleys' house was intact. Then, under the distressed gaze of Aunt Petunia, he sat down on the sofa - which immediately caused the sofa to groan in pain and sink quite a bit.

Aunt Petunia's instinct to follow the rules led her to serve the guests a pot of black tea, but that was as far as they could go.

The family fled to the second floor as quickly as possible, leaving Harry alone in the living room.

Well, Dudley did pop his head out from the corner of the second-floor stairs and peeked down out of curiosity.

After all, Dudley had only seen giants in various video games before, usually as monsters that were killed. This was the first time he had seen one in real life.

"Sorry, my uncle and aunt are... a little afraid of magic." Harry looked away and said helplessly, "By the way, Dumbledore told me that Hogwarts doesn't allow dark magic creatures like werewolves and vampires to enroll? Or are giants and minotaurs special cases?"

Different species in different worlds should be treated differently, and Harry thought that was fine.

"Oh! A giant?!" Even though most of his face was blocked by his hair and beard, one could see Hagrid's face suddenly flushed. "I'm not a giant. Although I am a bit taller than the average person, I am indeed a human, otherwise I would not have been admitted to Hogwarts - a real giant is much taller than me."

"Is that so? Sorry, I misunderstood." Although Harry sensed that there might be something fishy here from Hagrid's attitude, he just planned to pretend that he didn't know.

After all, it is someone else's secret, and the kind-hearted Niu Niu will never embarrass others.

Harry is a moderate and peaceful person. He always holds himself to the high moral standards of the Minotaur.

"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding - wait, what does the Minotaur mean?" Hagrid was obviously relieved when he saw that Harry didn't pursue the matter, and then he realized what he had just heard.

"As you can see, I'm a minotaur," Harry said calmly. He would never shy away from this and would even be happy to tell anyone. "I'm glad that Hogwarts allows non-humans like me to enroll."

"...Huh?" Hagrid looked even more confused. His brain was close to overload. "Ah... uh, non-human race?"

He looked at Harry carefully, and then repeatedly recalled the baby he had held eleven years ago...

"...Oh, Harry," Hagrid skipped this paragraph tactically and took out a wrapped box from his pocket with great effort, "I haven't wished you a happy birthday yet - this is a cake I made myself, I hope it hasn't been crushed."

"Birthday?" Harry was stunned.

To be honest, he had already determined his birthday as the day he appeared in Azeroth, and the birthday of this world... he had long forgotten it.

No wonder, no wonder it took several days for anyone from Hogwarts to come - Harry suddenly realized.

"Of course, your birthday." Hagrid sat up and put the cake on the table and pushed it forward. He smiled and said, "I remember it clearly. Open it quickly. I hope you like it."

A big gooey chocolate cake with the words "Happy Birthday Harry" written on it in green icing.

He dipped his finger in it and put it in his mouth. To be honest, it was a little too sweet for Harry's taste, but -

"...Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said sincerely, "I like it very much."

As the saying goes, Tauruses will only respond to the kindness of others with the same kindness.

"Oh, that wouldn't be great," Hagrid wiped away the tears that had flowed from his eyes, full of memories.

"cake!!"

After noticing something on the table below, Dudley rushed down with a shout, then grabbed a piece of it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

The child is currently on a controlled diet by Vernon and Penny because of his weight, and has not had any sweets in several days - now he has finally caught up with the time when his parents are away for avoidance.

"Eat slowly, cousin." Although he called him cousin, Harry looked at him as if he was looking at a naughty child, with a strange kindness in his eyes.

At least it was too weird to Hagrid.

After hearing what Harry said, Dudley suddenly stopped moving. He looked at the cake in his hand, looked at Harry, and then looked at the words on the cake... After hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly rushed up to the second floor as fast as a wild boar, and rushed down again not long after.

"Here you go! Let's exchange!"

Stuffing what he had in his hand into Harry's arms, Dudley continued to stuff cake into his mouth, his remaining words slurred due to his mouth being full.

"……Happy birthday."

After a moment's pause, Harry took out what Dudley had stuffed into his arms. It was a game cartridge - Wizard's Adventure.

"Maybe I'll have to borrow your game console," Harry chuckled.

Dudley was still eating his cake, but Harry thought his meaning was clear enough - he probably agreed.

It was an unexpected and unexpected birthday, but Harry thought it was pretty good.

(End of this chapter)