Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 6 6. Where is my hammer and shield? Where is my mail?

After eating the cake, Hagrid took Harry to London.

To be honest, Harry was quite curious. As a member of the same magical world, why did Hagrid not appear out of thin air in another place like the people who appeared on the street that day, but could only take him to take the subway like an ordinary person who couldn't cast spells - oh, wizards call them Muggles.

But when Harry asked this question, Hagrid hesitated again and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time - he was really not good at lying.

But Harry already understood...Hagrid was having problems.

Since there are difficulties, then don't chase others and ask.

"So, why do wizards keep their gold coins with goblins?" Harry was carefully examining an ancient key, a relic given to him by Hagrid. He asked in confusion, "From your description, their greed for money is exactly the same as that of goblins. No normal person would want to keep their money with goblins. It is more difficult to get money back from them than to take their lives - even if the money is yours."

Banks do exist in Azeroth, but neither the Alliance nor the Horde would choose to let the goblins control their banks - from Hagrid's description, it can even be said that the goblins in this world have already taken control of the wizards' economy.

"Goblins?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Goblins are not stupid creatures that would only harm your garden. You know, they have even launched rebellions several times."

Well, even handing over one's own economy to a race that was not in line with oneself and was very greedy for money - Harry found that he could not understand wizards a little bit.

Or maybe it means that my understanding of the wizarding society is not comprehensive enough and I still need to be humble.

Wizards must have their reasons for doing this.

"Don't worry, Harry," Hagrid said comfortingly, "Although I don't like the goblins in Gringotts, it's no problem for you to take your money out."

"Well, that would be great." Harry nodded, and he was a little worried. "By the way, Hagrid, did my parents leave me much inheritance?"

"I need a good war hammer and a shield. If possible, it would be best if you could make a set of mail armor tailor-made for me. Come to think of it, I haven't asked yet, can the equipment made by the wizard's blacksmith automatically adapt to the user's body shape? Otherwise, the armor will be difficult to make." Even Harry couldn't help but get excited at the thought of picking up new equipment soon.

This kind of pure happiness would never disappear no matter how many times it happened, but when Harry looked at Hagrid, he saw a confused face.

"...War hammer? And a shield?" Hagrid stammered, "Little wizards don't need that kind of things, Harry! Doesn't the letter say that the little wizards need to buy things? I don't remember these."

"I see... three sets of black work robes, a hat, a pair of protective gloves, and a cloak," Harry sighed, "These cloth armors can't give me a sense of security, Hagrid. I wear mail armor, and wearing cloth armor will only reduce my combat effectiveness."

In terms of defense, plate armor is greater than mail armor, which is greater than leather armor, which is greater than cloth armor. In Azeroth, although the Shaman is a spellcasting profession, it is equipped with mail armor and can benefit from it - because in battle, the Shaman not only needs to heal and buff friendly forces, but sometimes also needs to protect himself and kill the enemy personally. This can be regarded as a cultural feature.

"That's not the case!" Hagrid's face turned red. "Why do you have such a strange idea? There is no blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley anymore, Harry! Don't say these things in school, or you will be - you will be laughed at by other little wizards!"

Hagrid looked like he had been deeply victimized by this, and it was obvious that he had many stories.

"It doesn't matter," Harry said calmly, "Let them talk. I will only do what I have to do. Mother Earth will protect me."

The ridicule of the little wizard... Ha, how could the ridicule of a bunch of children compare to the hardships he had experienced?

Although he is a human being, he stands firmly in the tribe and becomes the hero of the tribe, the hero of the Tauren. Even though the tribe and the Alliance have cooperated several times to fight against the crisis of destroying the world, Harry is always regarded as a traitor of mankind by the Alliance.

Except for a very small number of human friends, most other humans and even members of the Alliance were full of hostility towards Harry, and their words were full of curses, considering him a traitor - MI7 even arranged several assassination attempts on Harry just to erase this human stain.

And within the large tribe, there is also a small number of extremist orcs who are very hostile to Harry as a human, but, so what?

The big tribe is not the same as the Tauren tribe, and the Tauren tribe always regards Harry as one of their own, so - Harry doesn't care.

I really don't care.

From a very early time, he had learned to ignore vicious words and the hostility of others - of course, the premise was that these people did not jump in front of him to disgust him, otherwise Harry would just use the warhammer with the storm element attached to it to hit them hard on the head and make them bloom.

Maybe it will bear fruit next year.

"...Oh, okay, okay." Looking at Harry blankly, Hagrid could see that Harry's calmness and composure were not forced, but he really didn't care. He muttered, "Fearless courage huh? Harry, you will definitely get into Gryffindor, really."

"Gryffindor? Actually, I think Hufflepuff would suit me better," Harry recalled Hagrid's description of the four Hogwarts houses. Well, it must be said that Hagrid's evaluation was really mixed with too many personal factors.

Gryffindor is brave, Hufflepuff is stupid, Ravenclaw is nerdy, Slytherin has too many dark wizards and so on.

"Absolutely not," Hagrid said firmly for the first time, "If you join Hufflepuff, many people will go crazy. Well, I'll go crazy first...Okay, I know you won't care about this, but anyway - welcome to the Leaky Cauldron."

In front of Harry was a wooden door that looked very old, but at first glance it seemed too ordinary. There was no sign and nothing special about it. There was a large bookstore on the left and a record store on the right, and this wooden door was stuck in such a small space.

Harry keenly noticed that the Muggles who noticed that he and Hagrid were standing here strangely, none of their eyes fell on the wooden door - so was it another wizard's magic?
"Before you go in, I have to tell you, Harry," Hagrid said, holding the door handle with one hand, turning to look at Harry and saying, "You are much more famous than you think. Remember to stay calm."

After that, without waiting for Harry to answer, Hagrid pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

This was a small, dirty bar - to be honest, no matter how much Hagrid had boasted about this bar before, Harry's first impression was just this. Not only was it small and dirty, but the light was also very dark. Some people in robes were sitting around the bar tables, some were drinking in groups of three or four, and some were smoking and chatting.

Better than the worst adventurer's bar Harry had ever been to.

After Harry looked around this bar which was said to connect the wizarding world and the Muggle world, Hagrid seemed to have greeted the bar owner. However, that was not the point. The point was that Harry found that everyone in the bar stood up, and then ran towards him one by one, with enthusiasm on their faces.

To be honest, Harry was a little glad that his war hammer didn't follow him. After all, the last time he was surrounded by so many humans, it was not a friendly scene. Fortunately, Hagrid used his broad body to block those who were scrambling to shake hands with him and forcibly took him away.

There are simply too many humans.

"I know you're a little nervous, Harry, but you have to forgive them," Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder with what he thought was a very light force and said, "If you hadn't defeated the You-Know-Who when you were born, no one would know what the wizarding world would be like. So, they are all very grateful to you, sincerely grateful - like I said, you are a celebrity, more famous than the Minister of Magic, I think."

"It's impossible for a baby to defeat an adult wizard, Hagrid," Harry said calmly. The admiration and praise from those people still had no effect on him. "It must be my parents who used some magic to protect me."

No one knew better than Harry what he had been like.

"That's hard to say," Hagrid looked Harry up and down and chuckled, "I've kept a copy of the newspaper with me. You can read it when you enter school."

"What newspaper?" Harry was stunned for a moment, but Hagrid kept him in suspense and deliberately didn't say anything.

"See this rubbish bin, Harry?" Hagrid said, standing in front of a wall, raising his hand. "Count three up - and two sideways - there you go."

I tapped the last brick three times gently with the umbrella. The next moment, the bricks on the wall began to move and retreat to the surroundings, and soon a new world appeared.

"Welcome, Harry, welcome to Diagon Alley," Hagrid said, turning his head, but unfortunately he didn't see the shocked expression on Harry's face.

In front of us is a winding road with no end in sight, paved with cobblestones, and on both sides of the road are shops one after another, displaying various shapes and unique goods.

Unlike the Muggle streets outside, most people walking here are dressed in a way that fits the image of a wizard.

Dumbledore was right. The young wizard's first experience of exploring the wizarding world should not be ruined - because even Harry was excited about the exploration of this magical and unknown world.

Adventure and gain are also one of his hobbies.

There was a magic cauldron in front of the store that stirred automatically, a wizard travel agency that advertised a horror tour that could bring wizards an unprecedented experience, and parchment that was constantly rolled up and unfolded, with feather pens writing and drawing on it - this was a stationery store...

Of course, as a minotaur, what Harry couldn't move away from the most were the shops related to herbs.

There were too many kinds of herbs that he couldn't recognize, such as a mushroom trapped in a box, which was still jumping in the box even after being picked. Another example was a herb with two green berries called Aspidistra, because it looked like spider eggs, and its rhizome looked like a spider...

I can only say that Harry has been completely attracted by these magical herbs. After all, when he was in Azeroth, the two subjects he studied were herb picking and forging - he picked herbs because he was influenced by the Taurus, and it also allowed him to have extra gains when he adventured around the world. Well, by the way, he could also make some money for the forging profession.

After all, Harry quite liked forging equipment for himself, thinking it would fit better.

After urging Harry to leave several times without any result, Hagrid finally grabbed Harry by the waist and carried him out of the herb shop. Harry stood straight like a wooden stake, staring at the magical herbs in the shop.

But even so, Hagrid still had to advance some money for Harry so that Harry could take away a batch of mallow and sage - because Harry had not yet withdrawn the money from Gringotts.

"Honestly, Harry, I'm starting to believe that Hufflepuff is right for you." After walking a long distance and making sure that Harry wouldn't run back by himself, Hagrid put him down and said with a sad face, "Professor Sprout will definitely like your love for herbs, but - well... okay, okay."

"It's just a hobby," Harry said, not caring at all. Instead, he brought a wisp of sweet mallow close to his nose and sniffed it. "Centaurs use it for divination? Do you know the specific process?"

What prompted Harry to buy this herb was that the clerk introduced that the centaurs would use this herb to burn with sage to predict the future.

According to the clerk's introduction, the magical creatures called centaurs (Hagrid whispered here that the centaurs would not like to hear this) were no different from the image of the centaurs in Harry's memory, except that they seemed to be much more peace-loving and weaker than the centaurs in Harry's memory.

In Harry's memory, generally speaking, dead Centaurs were good Centaurs.

However, in this world, centaurs are listed as a magical animal under the protection of wizards, and their divination has become a skill that is sought after by wizards - and it is very expensive.

If you want to ask a horse person to tell your fortune, you not only need a lot of materials, but you also need connections.

But this is not the point. The point is that as a shaman, and even a shaman who has obtained the title of prophet in the Tauren tribe, Harry also possesses the ability to predict the future and foresee good and bad luck.

Some of the prophecies came from the whispers of the elements in his ears, warnings from the elements, guidance from past ancestors...but some of the prophecies came from Harry himself - an invisible, spiritual omen.

While this made his predictions more accurate, it also became a thorn in the eyes of many people.

(End of this chapter)