Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 58 57. Hermione's invitation and Rita's report

"That can't be helped," Harry shrugged. "When I spread the shamanic way in the future, wizards will be able to predict some things for themselves more or less, and they won't have to ask the centaurs for help."

"Oh, I'm afraid that will have to wait until much later," Ron grinned, "Luckily I can still come to you when we need divination, Harry."

What this kid meant was more like saying that it is impossible to learn it, and it is impossible to learn it in this lifetime.

"I would rather learn and master the Divination ability by myself than go find Harry." Hermione shook her head and said, "Ron, you can't stay with Harry all your life."

This type of person is ambitious.

"It's okay, I believe Harry will help me," Ron said nonchalantly, "And Hermione, you may have forgotten that even Harry's divination requires talent. I think even if Harry is willing to teach others selflessly, there won't be many wizards who can learn it in the end."

"Well, speaking of which, Harry, what divination is missing from your divination that hasn't come true yet?" Ron suddenly realized a problem. "It should be Quirrell's, right? Hermione's divination came true yesterday, and she really did hide in the dungeon and cry."

"I! Didn't! Hide! And! Cry!!!" Hermione said angrily, almost word by word, "Harry can testify! It was Voldemort who controlled my thoughts!!"

"But you did leave alone yesterday morning after being punished by Professor McGonagall," Ron said sharply. His mind was always particularly sharp at such times. "And didn't Harry say that? The You-Know-Who only gave you an idea, but didn't change your mind."

Hermione began to breathe heavily, and suddenly, she straightened her back.

"You've never hit the Niffler." With a contemptuous expression, Hermione looked down at Ron.

"I was bitten by a Billywig!" Ron immediately became annoyed. He retorted loudly, "My whole body is floating! Of course I can't do anything to that Niffler!"

"Oh, and you almost cried because the Niffler took your Copper Knut away." Hermione's contemptuous expression became even more intense.

"I'm not crying!! You don't understand what those copper knuts mean to me!!"

"You were hit by the Niffler," Hermione repeated.

"Merlin's red shorts, can we please stop talking about the Niffler?" Ron was a little overwhelmed.

"Of course," Hermione suddenly smiled sweetly, "Your pants fell down."

"Oh my god!!!"

Ron made a loud noise. He was completely crushed. The miserable defeat at the hands of the Niffler that day had become his strongest psychological trauma in recent times. It was simply a hurdle that he could not get over. Even if Newt pulled the Niffler from behind to apologize to him, it was useless.

Hermione looked at Ron smugly as he fell on Neville's body, looking like he was already dead, and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Harry," Hermione turned to Harry, her face looked a little red, her eyes wandering around, "I think, uh, I mean - as a thank you for saving me, I want to invite you to our home during the holidays, Dad and Mom will also be very grateful to you, um - Ron and Neville want to come together? I think we should be friends... right?"

As authentic old British people who love the Union Jack, generally speaking, we will only invite others to our home when the relationship is relatively close or when we trust each other. This cultural unspoken rule exists even among children.

"Of course we are!" Ron said cheerfully. "To be honest, I've never been to a Muggle's house before. Dad will be so jealous of me!"

The red-haired brother looked so excited that he couldn't wait to go to Hermione's house to play.

"Yes, Hermione," Neville said excitedly, "I'd be happy to accept your invitation!"

"That's great!" Hermione said happily, "How about during the Christmas holidays? My mom's cooking skills are very good, you will definitely like it."

"Christmas holiday?" Ron froze. "I'll probably stay at school for Christmas... well, with Fred and George."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't either." Neville scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I have to accompany my grandma during the Christmas holiday..."

Neville's voice became smaller and smaller, and by the end it sounded like a gibberish and could not be heard clearly, but his meaning was clear.

"Then let's wait until the summer vacation." Facing Hermione's expectant eyes, Harry thought for a moment and said, "Ron and Neville can go together, and I should stay in school during the Christmas vacation."

Harry wanted to take advantage of the holiday to read a lot.

"During the summer vacation?" Hermione looked a little disappointed, but nodded and said, "Well, during the summer vacation I - wait, is that Hagrid?"

Hermione suddenly stopped talking and pointed at a figure walking towards them along the lake. The figure seemed to be waving his hands constantly.

It was Hagrid for sure.

Ron and Neville quickly waved to Hagrid in response, and stood up and walked over. Harry was about to follow, but was pulled back by Hermione, and the two of them fell behind.

"Anything else?" Harry asked confused.

"It's just - it's just - I mean - am I annoying?" After seeing that Ron and Neville had indeed walked away, Hermione stammered, "Always chattering, and always taking it out on others because you can't beat you."

Harry understood.

The little girl was stimulated by Pansy's words. No wonder Hermione looked different today.

"Of course not," Harry said affirmatively, "You just have a strong personality. I know a friend who is even better than you in this regard. Especially when it comes to issues related to certain concepts, she... is very persistent."

"She?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"That's all in the past," Harry shook his head and said, "Anyway, don't be affected by Pansy's words. She's not your friend, and what she said to you was naturally malicious. Don't take it seriously."

"Is that so?" Hermione took a deep breath, "Then - no, forget it, let's go over there quickly."

"What?" To reiterate, there are two types of people that Harry hates the most, those who only say half the words, and those who...

"Nothing." Hermione shook her head vigorously and said loudly, "Let's go! Don't keep Hagrid waiting too long, that's rude!"

As she said this, Hermione strode away, and Harry followed her after sighing.

"Hey! Harry! You're here?" Before he had even completely walked over, he heard Hagrid's call. He said loudly, "The Weasley twins came to my place looking for you. They told you to find them on the Quidditch field when you know what's going on."

"It must be about Harry getting into the Gryffindor team!" Ron said happily, "You know, Hagrid, the Quidditch season is about to start! The first game is between Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

"That is indeed crucial," Hagrid waved his fist and said seriously, "We must defeat them thoroughly, Harry!"

"I will," Harry said with a smile, "Remember to come and watch my game then."

"Of course!" Hagrid laughed. "Do you want me to take some pictures for you as a souvenir?"

"Forget about taking pictures," Harry shook his head and said, "Then I'll go first?"

"Go ahead, Harry," Hagrid said with a smile, "By the way, I haven't congratulated you on being on the Daily Prophet again. I have to say that you are definitely the man of the hour this year."

Harry stopped.

"The Daily Prophet?" "Ah, yes," Hagrid sighed, "What happened in the Forbidden Forest that day was leaked - damn, those guys are really not tight-lipped."

Hagrid complained to himself as he pulled out a slightly wrinkled newspaper from his pocket.

There was no picture this time - this was Harry's first reaction.

Honestly, if the reporter from the Daily Prophet could produce a photo of himself in the conflict with the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest that day, Harry would absolutely be impressed and would at the same time wonder if the wizard was using some kind of magic to monitor him.

The report begins with the Daily Prophet suddenly receiving a submission from a wizard, and then the reporter named Rita goes out in person and draws a conclusion after interviewing several wizards who experienced the Forbidden Forest incident that day.

[We must admit that the boy who survived - sorry, maybe we can no longer call him the boy who survived. Various signs show that some genius wizards are extraordinary from the day they are born, and possess powers far beyond other wizards.]

[We also have to start thinking, was the failure and death of the mysterious man eleven years ago accidental or inevitable? What is the savior of the wizarding world hiding? ]

[But no matter what, we must admit that our savior has helped us vent our anger in front of the centaurs. The Daily Prophet has received too many submissions from wizards in the past. Because of the centaurs' bad attitude, and because they collected a large amount of Galleons but could not give a satisfactory answer.]

[It is hard to imagine that the one who spoke the words of justice and punished those centaurs for us would be a first-year student. As I just said, there are always some wizards who are born extraordinary, and they possess extraordinary wisdom and power.]

[At the same time, the author also noticed some problems, that is, does the whole thing mean that the Ministry of Magic is derelict in its duty? In particular, when they deal with matters related to humanoid intelligent creatures such as centaurs and merfolk, are they turning a blind eye to the rights that wizards should have...]

Putting down the newspaper, Harry finally understood why other people in the corridor looked at him strangely today.

"...Did you send her Galleons?" After they quickly scanned the contents of the newspaper together, Ron looked up at Harry in astonishment and said, "Oh my God, some of the compliments she said about you were beyond my comprehension."

The newspaper encountered a talented player, who was praised by everyone as being as strong as a god of war, but no matter how hard he tried, he was no match for him.

"Ha! You're aware that you're always praising Harry?" Hermione said sharply.

"But what I said is true!" Ron defended unhappily, "I have never lied about Harry, so how can this be considered wrong?"

"You can't be wrong if you just tell the truth," Hagrid nodded. He looked a little troubled. "But it's strange. This doesn't seem like a report that Rita would write at all. She hasn't even met you, Harry."

"It's very simple, Hagrid," Harry folded the newspaper and handed it back to Hagrid, saying, "To the wizarding world outside Hogwarts, I am not important now. What's important is actually Headmaster Dumbledore."

"The Daily Prophet should be considered the official newspaper of the British wizarding world, right?" Harry continued, "So it actually represents the Ministry of Magic. Well... I guess it's probably because they want to please Headmaster Dumbledore for some reason."

"Ha! No wonder," Hagrid laughed. "Fudge is a good-for-nothing. He became the Minister of Magic last year only with the support of Headmaster Dumbledore. In fact, there aren't many people who support him at all."

"So this is why the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet are praising Harry so much?" Hermione said, "They want to get the support of Headmaster Dumbledore. After all, the headmaster is very prestigious both in the British wizarding world and internationally."

"That's right, that's because Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't want to be Minister of Magic, otherwise Fudge wouldn't have been the Minister," Hagrid shrugged.

"That's not the case," Harry shook his head. "We have too little information at our current position to jump to such conclusions - I'm going to the Quidditch field, do you want to come with me?"

"No." It was hard to imagine that it was Ron, Harry's number one fan, who said no. He shook his head and said, "I want to keep this surprise until the first game. I believe Harry will definitely win for Gryffindor. Going to watch their training in advance would ruin the surprise."

It made sense, so much so that it didn't seem like something Ron would say. Even Hermione was convinced, so that in the end, only Harry went to the Quidditch field.

He didn't care.

Today's Quidditch field was probably reserved by the Gryffindor team. There were only a few people from the Gryffindor team on the huge field.

In addition to the Weasley twins and Wood, whom Harry was already very familiar with, there were three other people who were training. It was not until Wood noticed Harry's presence that he blew the whistle and signaled the players to go down first.

"You're here? Harry?" Wood was so enthusiastic that he gave Harry a big hug. Then he hugged Harry and turned around and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Harry Potter. I'm sure you all know him."

"Yes! Wood! Of course we know him!"

"It's more familiar than my socks—"

"—or maybe my horn?"

As soon as Wood finished speaking, Fred and George started to make a noise. They put one hand on their forehead - Harry then discovered that both of them were wearing a head ring, stuck under a pair of horns.

The next second, two loud and clear bull moos suddenly came from the headband.

Harry felt his blood rushing to his brain quickly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Hey! Harry! Calm down! Please calm down!" Amid the laughter of the crowd, Fred quickly explained: "This is the sound made by the headband, not the horn - don't get me wrong!"

The laughter of the crowd suddenly became louder.

Fred's explanation gave off a feeling of trying to cover up one's own guilt.

"Of course I didn't misunderstand," Harry said through gritted teeth, "You two... are really smart!"

What a pair of clever little ghosts! (gritting teeth).

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Angelina Johnson, and I'm a chaser for the Gryffindor team." A girl with a black braided ponytail came up to Harry and stretched out her hand. "You don't know how many times Wood has told us how great you are. To be honest, he's really annoyed."

"Hey! Angelina!" Wood complained, "You can't do this, I'm the captain! I need authority!"

"I don't think I'll let you down." Harry held out his hand and shook it - and shook hands with the other two as well.

The other two members of the Gryffindor team were Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, and like Angelina, they were Chasers.

They are all very good people, or in other words, those who are selected by Wood and included in the team at least have no problems with their personality, and the team atmosphere is very harmonious.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team only had a few players and no substitutes, so when Charlie Weasley graduated and left school last year, the team was directly short of one person. This really made Wood, who was promoted to captain this year, worry about selecting players.

"Honestly, Harry, we really need a great seeker. Charlie was our seeker before you, and he did a pretty good job." Wood put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "I still stick to my judgment of you. It's a shame for you not to be a seeker with your size - but we've already agreed on this, it's up to you."

Wood smiled a huge grin.

"But before you choose your preferred position, I think you'll need a new broom - we can't have you riding a poker from the school broom shed to compete against Slytherin."

"Yes, I think I've seen it," Harry couldn't help but complain, "Even if you stand closer together, you can't block the things behind you, just give up."

While Harry, Angelina and the others were chatting about Quidditch, Wood, Fred and George sneaked over to the locker room on the field - it didn't take long for the three of them to come back, one next to the other.

No matter how hard they tried to cover it, they couldn't hide the thing behind them. After all, that thing was quite long, wrapped in brown paper, and most of it was in the shape of a slender cylinder, with one end being thicker.

There is no doubt that this is a broom.

(End of this chapter)