Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 52 51. Construction Addiction Explosion and Accidental Halloween

When Harry came back outside carrying a tan suitcase, Ron and the other two stared at him with wide eyes - because they remembered very clearly what the suitcase that was currently placed outside in Hagrid's hut looked like.

The two are very similar, the only difference is that one is old and the other is new.

"Wait - Harry! Your divination!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, "It's exactly the same box as the one you used in your previous divination!!"

"Yes, you are right, Ron." Harry turned to Newt and explained, "I once did a divination for myself, and this box appeared in that divination. Now I finally know its function."

"Your divination?" Newt asked with great interest, "How can you predict something so accurately?"

"It can't be considered accurate," Harry sighed. "I was fortune-telling about how Headmaster Dumbledore would solve my problem, and then a box like this appeared on the screen. It had no beginning or end, and it confused me for a long time."

"Ahahahahahahahaha!" Hagrid burst into laughter. "But Harry, even if that's the case, it's much clearer than some nonsense like Mars or Saturn."

"Yes, at least now you know clearly how it can solve your problems." Newt patted Harry's shoulder and said, "Make good use of it."

"I will."

"So, Mr. Newt also gave you a box?" Hermione looked at the suitcase in Harry's hand with sparkling eyes and said, "There is also--?"

Hermione gestured toward her surroundings.

"That's right, but the scene in this box is not as rich as Newt's," Harry joked, "and I have to thank Headmaster Dumbledore, otherwise I probably wouldn't have the chance to get it."

"Great!" Ron and Neville suddenly high-fived each other and hugged each other excitedly. "We have a secret base! Harry!! A secret base!!"

No boy can resist a secret base, it can be a tree house or a cave, no matter which one, their appeal is endless.

Newt, on the other hand, was watching the lively scene with a smile.

Harry and the other three stayed in Newt's box for the entire day, and only came out reluctantly when the castle's curfew was almost approaching.

Newt had said goodbye to them in a rather swift manner, and even refused to stay in Hogwarts for another night, leaving for Delia Island overnight - he was anxious to send the five-legged monster back.

This was naturally very bad news for Ron, Neville and Hermione, because they had not had enough fun yet. To them, Newt's suitcase was like a treasure with endless secrets, but they had only worked for half a day and could not even uncover the truth.

It's a pity that no matter how reluctant they were, they could only watch Newt leave - in fact, the one who was most reluctant about Newt's departure was not the three children, but Hagrid.

When Ron and the other two went to visit Hagrid's hut the next day, Hagrid even sighed loudly when he mentioned Newt's departure, as if it was going to kill him.

Well, forcibly separating Hagrid from large, ferocious magical creatures seemed like it would literally kill him.

As for Harry... well, Harry is very busy now, so busy that he even asked for leave from school and hasn't been to class for two days - if he hadn't always performed well and his learning progress was far beyond his peers, the professors would not have approved this leave.

The reason why Harry was so busy these past two days was naturally because of his new box.

The wizards' magic is indeed perfect when applied to construction, and can greatly reduce manpower consumption and construction time, but what if the project is terrain shaping?

If someone went deep into the Forbidden Forest now, they would find that a hill by the river had disappeared without a trace - everything was moved into the box by Harry.

At this moment, even if Newt came back to the box he gave to Harry, he would not be able to match the scene in the box with his memory.

Big change.

In these two days, Harry has already mastered the Digging Spell (digging three feet deep), the Exploding Spell, the Softening Spell, the Hardening Spell, the Shaping Spell, the Restoration Spell...

He was as skilled as the wizards in the Ministry of Magic who were responsible for handling accident scenes.

The former grassland had turned into a swamp, and Harry diverted the original river water here - to be honest, he was quite curious about where this river came from, but after following the river to the end, Harry almost hit his head.

He walked too fast and ended up bumping into the edge of the box.

The edge of the box only looks endless, but in fact, you can feel a solid wall when you touch it.

Well, it's an illusion.

The river seemed to have grown out of a painting, appearing out of thin air and then disappearing at the other end of the river... Although Harry couldn't figure out how Newt did it with his current magical knowledge, he reasonably suspected that the river was flowing back and forth in this way.

And now a section of the river has turned into a waterfall. Harry used the soil he brought in to raise a part of it, turning the place where the river originates in the corner of the box into a cliff. When the river continues to flow to the edge, it will fall and become a waterfall.

Right on the edge of the cliff, this is where Harry planned to build the house - although many details are still different from the picture he saw during divination, in terms of the overall planning structure, there is no difference between the two.

It has to be said that this was definitely a tiring project. Harry worked very hard for two days and only slept for two or three hours a day, but in the end he only made such little progress - you know, he even asked Headmaster Dumbledore to come and help.

As a result, Principal Dumbledore ran away after working for only half a day. When Harry went to the principal's office on the eighth floor to ask for help the next day, he couldn't even get in the door. The gargoyle at the door said that Principal Dumbledore was not in school.

Well... then Harry would just have to pretend he wasn't there.

It is very normal for the elderly to run away with buckets of dust because they cannot bear the intensity of the fight.

Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore was worthy of being the most powerful wizard of the time. During the half day he worked, the approximate terrain of the box had been shaped. Later, Harry only needed to fill it in based on what Dumbledore had shaped.

Strong, Dumbledore, strong.

Harry even went to Professor Snape to complain - what he meant was to ask Professor Snape to help him boil several large pots of plant growth agents and nutrients, ready to mix them into the rainfall and spread them to the entire world inside the box.

After all, the land in the box was dark because it had just been turned over, and not even a blade of grass had grown. It looked very desolate and barren at first glance, but Harry believed that things would get better and better.

Building this little world that belonged only to him filled Harry with motivation. It was much more comfortable than building a fortress in Draenor - after all, a fortress could not be carried with him.

Harry felt that even the wizards in Dalaran would find it hard to imagine this novel experience.

The wonderful feeling of building his own territory made Harry work even harder, so much so that when Hagrid came into the box and woke him up, Harry didn't realize what time it was.

"Halloween!" Hagrid said loudly. "Oh my God, Harry, you almost missed the giant pumpkin I grew!"

"What?" Harry turned around with a tired look on his face. "Halloween - is it Halloween already?"

Halloween also exists in Azeroth, but it is different from the Halloween on Earth. The Halloween in Azeroth is a festival to celebrate the Forsaken's liberation from the control of the Scourge, symbolizing freedom and rebirth.

"Of course, Harry," Hagrid said cheerfully, "I know you want to build your own new home, but you can't forget your friends - come quickly, Ron and the others are waiting anxiously, or they asked me to find you." Unlike Harry, Ron and the other two could not get permission to skip classes for several days like him. They could only stay in the classroom every day with envy and jealousy of Harry.

By the time Harry and Hagrid arrived at the hall where the Halloween dinner was being held, the party had even begun.

The professors have decorated the entire restaurant very brightly. Candles emitting green light are floating in the air, pumpkin lanterns and translucent ghosts can be seen everywhere, and there are many bats fluttering on the walls and ceiling. There are more than a thousand of them circling and dancing over the dining tables like low dark clouds, creating a very atmospheric atmosphere.

Harry bent over and quietly sneaked to the Gryffindor table. As soon as he sat down, Ron put his arm around his shoulders.

"Ha! Look who's this? Harry! You finally showed up - I thought you had almost forgotten about us." Ron said sourly: "Now you don't even go to class, you spend the whole day in the secret base."

"Shh, Ron!" Neville reminded in a low voice, "Don't be so loud, others will hear you."

"Okay, okay," Ron sighed repeatedly, "I really wish I could help you. To be honest, I'm getting tired of classes at school."

"But you didn't master the Levitation Charm until almost the end of get out of class," Neville pointed out sharply, "and that was with Hermione teaching you. Otherwise it would have been much harder."

"Don't worry about it, Neville. Anyway, I do understand it. Professor Flitwick even gave Gryffindor an extra point." Ron raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Professor Flitwick has only just started teaching the Levitation Charm?" Harry said with some disappointment. "That's too slow."

"Hey, Harry, you have to realize that not everyone is as smart as you," Ron protested. "This course is already very fast-paced. Seriously, why don't you ask Professor Flitwick to get you into the Charms Club? Just like Professor McGonagall did."

"I asked, but Professor Flitwick refused," Harry shrugged. "According to him, he would only invite me to the club a year in advance at most. What I need to do now is to enjoy my first year at Hogwarts."

"Well, that's not bad, is it?" Ron said nonchalantly, "You can't push yourself too hard, Harry."

"I didn't push myself... Speaking of which, where's Hermione?" Harry looked around. "Why can't I see her? Is she feeling unwell?"

"That's not the case - well, it seems so." Ron shook his head and said, "Hermione had a fight with Pansy from Slytherin again today. It was because of you."

"Cough cough cough!!"

Ron is indeed a good person. Just one sentence made Harry almost spit out the pumpkin juice that he had just put into his mouth.

"What the hell?!" Harry looked at Ron with wide eyes, "What do you mean because of me?"

No matter how you listen to it, what Ron said doesn't sound very good, as if something has happened.

"Don't listen to Ron's nonsense, Harry," Neville said after rolling himself a scone and taking a bite, "Didn't you miss classes these few days? As a result, after the Charms get out of class today, Pansy mocked that as long as you were not here, the professor would not give Gryffindor too many extra points, and even said that we all depended on you."

"Harry, you know Hermione's temper. She can't stand this." Ron shrugged and added, "What's more, Hermione was the first one to complete the Levitation Charm in the Charms class, and Professor Flitwick gave her five extra points, so she cursed back at the time."

"And then?" Harry took a bite of the pie with a blank face.

"Then there was that bitch Pansy who bit people randomly," Ron said with disgust. "First she said that no matter how hard Hermione tried, she could never catch up with you. Then she said that Hermione's front teeth were long and ugly, and she was always chattering and annoying. Oh, and she also said that Harry, you don't say anything on the surface, but you must hate Hermione."

"...You're not just going to stand there and watch, are you?" Harry asked, pausing his hand holding the juice.

He hadn't expected something like this to happen while he was away, and Harry had thought that his own punishment of Malfoy would scare the children.

"Of course not," Ron said cheerfully, "From the day we fought side by side on the train, I knew Hermione was our friend."

"Although she does have some minor flaws, which are quite annoying to be honest," Ron said, patting his chest proudly, "but Neville and I certainly won't stand by and watch Pansy, that lion dog, bully our friends!"

"Honestly, Harry, Hermione doesn't really need our protection," Neville suddenly laughed, "Because before we took action, she had already taken out her wand and hit Pansy. Ron and I just participated in the subsequent battle."

"Yeah, that was really fierce," Ron exclaimed. "I didn't know it was called the Barrier Curse until I heard someone say it later. Pansy flew out on the spot! Awesome!"

"Indeed handsome." Harry nodded and continued, "So it sounds like you won the fight - but what about Hermione? Shouldn't we celebrate if we win?"

"Who knows?" Ron sighed. "Anyway, Slytherin and Gryffindor were fighting again. You know, how can first-year wizards cast decent spells? After all, you and Hermione are a minority. For others, it's good enough if they can make their wands emit a few sparks. So in the end, they still had to rely on fists."

"It was Professor McGonagall who separated us. She deducted 20 points from Hermione and Pansy, and then gave detention to all those who took action," Neville recalled. "Anyway, no one has seen Hermione since then. She didn't even go to the next class."

"This is really...ah," Harry sighed.

Children of this age are all sensitive. Maybe Pansy touched Hermione's sore spot and made the little girl break down.

boom! ! !
Just as they were talking, there was a sudden loud noise of a door being slammed open, which made the cheerful atmosphere in the entire restaurant solemn. Harry turned his head and saw Quirrell stumbling into the restaurant, fear written all over his face, and even the big scarf that always wrapped his head was crooked.

"The troll - in the dungeon - I thought you should know." Quirrell staggered to Headmaster Dumbledore's chair, leaned against the table and panted.

Without even a sequel, he slid softly to the ground, looking as if he had fainted.

To be honest, it was quite subtle, because Harry had opened the astral perspective at the first opportunity, and he could clearly see that Quirrell's spirit suddenly dimmed, which meant he was really unconscious - but the other part of the light emanating from his body never changed.

What are you preparing for?
A bitter plot?
Is Voldemort finally going to attack the room on the fourth floor? So he put the troll in the farthest dungeon classroom to attract the attention of other professors?
On the other side, Headmaster Dumbledore had already made a few shrill fireworks explosions with his wand, and then asked the prefects of each grade to take the students of their own college back to the common room.

"Percy is over there, let's hurry up and follow him. Damn, why did the troll come into the castle?" Ron said nervously, "I hope there's no danger."

"Wait a minute," Harry suddenly stopped, "Does Hermione not know the news yet? Are you sure she didn't even go back to the dormitory this afternoon?"

Ron and Neville shook their heads at the same time, both of them looking a little dumbfounded.

"She's not in the dormitory. We asked Hermione's roommates, but they didn't know where she went either," Neville said blankly. "We thought she would come back by herself..."

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Harry comforted his friends first, "You should go back with Percy first."

"What about you?" Ron asked.

"I have to find Hermione first - you know, Divination." After saying this, Harry bent down and got out of the crowd.

But before he ran far, he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw Ron and Neville following him.

"We're not leaving you behind, Harry!" Ron said loudly. "Mum would kick my ass if she knew I left my friends behind when I was in danger!"

"That's it!" Neville also stuttered a little, "My grandma can do it too!"

(End of this chapter)