Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 62: 61. Quidditch Club and Ron's Tears

"Haha, haha, laugh! Everyone, laugh!" Ron let out two dry laughs and said in self-deprecation, "I knew it would be like this. Oh my God! If you and I switched roles, then you would know how cruel Snape can be!!"

Harry looked up at the sky.

Thank you, Professor Snape.

You taught Ron courage, allowing him to break free from his past fears and even face Voldemort's Death Eaters.

You are such a good man.

As a professor, I play a huge role in the character growth of students.

"It's okay, Hermione." Unable to bear to add insult to injury to Ron, Harry changed the subject and said, "Here, these accessories are for you. Remember to carry them with you at all times and don't lose them."

As Harry spoke, he took out a few things from his dragon skin bag. Uh, things that looked like miniature totems at first glance and handed them to Hermione and the others.

"What is this, Harry?" Neville took it impatiently. "Can it protect us from the You-Know-Who?"

"Of course not." Harry rolled his eyes. "If you really encounter Voldemort or Quirrell intending to attack you, the most important thing you should do is to run away quickly. Don't think you can win with this trinket."

Considering the current security situation in the castle, Harry finally made some small things to ensure the safety of his friends.

"Can I just wear it on my body? There's no need to cast a spell on it?" Hermione looked at the small totem in her hand again and again, observing the pattern on it.

There are patterns that look like flowing water and some incomprehensible words on it. It feels a bit heavy in the hand, and you can feel a sense of moisture when it comes into contact with the skin.

"Just wear it around your neck as a necklace," Harry said simply, "You don't need to cast a spell, but you must soak it in water for fifteen minutes every day."

"Its effect is very simple. If someone casts a spell on you, a water shield will appear to help you resist the spell for a few times. Well, it can also block physical damage, such as someone slashing you with a knife." Harry concluded: "In any case, as long as you see a water shield appear, run quickly."

"You can find me or Dumbledore, as long as you can stay away from danger."

"We are wizards, Harry, we are not Muggles," Ron complained, "No one will use a knife to cut people, and you are the only wizard who wears mail and carries a hammer and shield all day long - speaking of which, you don't have a shield now, what should you do?"

On Halloween night, Harry's shield was corroded by dark magic and turned into a pile of slag.

It's okay to complain, but safety also needs to be ensured. Ron put the ornament on his neck in no time... As for Neville next to him, it goes without saying that this child is particularly superstitious about amulets. He always carries a few amulets with him to ensure his safety.

"Don't worry. After the house in the box is built, I will pick up my previous skills and try to make a shield for myself," said Harry with a shrug.

"Yes!" Ron said excitedly, "Our secret base!"

"There's not even a shadow now," Hermione said unhappily, "Have you decided to live on that cliff?"

"That's right," Harry gestured, "Let's go first, we should go to dinner, and we have astronomy class in the evening."

After the approval of Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore, a notice with the signatures of Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall clearly on the end, announcing that the Shaman Club would start classes next week, was posted on the notice board in the common rooms of the four colleges.

Even Slytherin…even Slytherin!

Originally, the Shaman Club was going to start its first class this week, but on the one hand, there was the first Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and on the other hand, Professor McGonagall suggested that Harry leave the notice in the common room for a while longer so that all students could see it, so Harry postponed it for a week.

By the way, it can also calm down those people who are excited to the point of fanaticism because of Harry's outstanding performance in the game.

Harry's life at Hogwarts was proceeding in an orderly manner. He liked this feeling very much. It was very harmonious. He was learning new knowledge in a planned and regular manner every day. There was no problem except that it was too quiet and not stimulating enough.

This week's Transfiguration Club activities were held as scheduled, but just as Professor McGonagall said at the beginning of the class, the Transfiguration Club would only share some issues regarding the application of Transfiguration, and this class did not involve the application of Transfiguration in duels like the previous classes.

Because some wizards in the magical world shared some applications of transformation spells in "Transfiguration Today", this class mainly talks about some content related to transformation spells to help club members understand the advanced knowledge mentioned in the magazine.

When the get out of class was over, Professor McGonagall deliberately kept Harry behind.

"I trust you have no more problems with Transfiguration, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"No, Professor, you have solved my biggest problem for me," Harry said with a smile, "I think you will also like the gift I give you in return."

A resounding victory for Gryffindor.

After coughing, Professor McGonagall did not comment on the previous game, but she did understand what Harry meant.

"Are you interested in playing in a club match?" Professor McGonagall asked straight to the point. "I mean - the Quidditch Cup?"

"Have."

Harry gave a brief reply, but Professor McGonagall seemed not to have heard him and continued speaking rapidly.

"Wizards have a long lifespan, Harry, and you are very young too. There are many things worth trying, especially when you are young, doing things that others can't do - what? You said you have it?" Professor McGonagall said in astonishment.

"In fact, after the game that day, other Gryffindors told me about this," Harry shrugged and said, "I do long for some faster and more intense games."

"Oh, oh, oh...Okay, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said dryly, "Then you can go back. I will help you contact a reliable club. Don't worry - of course, if you have a favorite team, you can tell me in advance."

To be honest, this kind of thing is not unfamiliar to Professor McGonagall, because fifth-year students at Hogwarts will receive career guidance in the first week of the summer semester, and each student needs to meet with his or her dean to discuss future employment issues.

The school will provide brochures, flyers and notices on various wizarding professions to help students choose a favorite career that suits their abilities. In addition, Hogwarts professors also have their own recommendation rights.

Generally speaking, various positions and companies in the wizarding world are happy to accept a student recommended by a Hogwarts professor.

So what Harry did was equivalent to Professor McGonagall providing career guidance and recommendations in advance.

Although Harry is indeed a little young, for many things, age is not the key point; the key point is ability.

At least that's the case in Quidditch teams. What matters is never how old or experienced the players are, but whether they are strong enough and can win for the team, the club and the fans.

"I'll follow your instructions, Professor," Harry replied seriously, "but no matter which club it is, I have a request."

"what?"

"I haven't graduated from school yet. There is a lot of knowledge waiting for me to learn and a lot of books to read," Harry explained. "So I can't stay in the club every day like those full-time players. The most I can do is take one day every weekend to train with them. This is the bottom line."

For the vast majority of Hogwarts students, they come to Hogwarts to study in order to get a decent job to support their families after graduation, so if they have the opportunity to join a professional team, they can even drop out of school.

But this is not the case for Harry. Quidditch is just a form of entertainment, a pastime, and an unexpected gain for him. He will not let it delay his work.

"It's a very demanding requirement, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall replied seriously, "but I have to admit that your strength is indeed worthy of such a requirement. Anyway, there is already such a precedent in the wizarding world. Don't worry, kid, go first."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, may Mother Earth bless you." After a salute, Harry left Professor McGonagall's office. After the door was closed, Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought.

"Mother Earth...who?"

"Merlin?"

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The great Ron Weasley has finally returned to his most loyal secret base.

It is dusting.

When Harry climbed down the ladder into the box, Ron was using his wand to cut a tree with a dull look on his face, removing various branches, peeling off the bark, and finally cutting it into pieces of wood of the same width.

This is what Ron is currently doing.

To be honest, in just a day and a half, Ron's spell skills had improved significantly - for example, the Levitation Spell (Wingardium Leviosa) and the Cutting Spell (Shattered).

Especially the Cutting Spell, which should have been a second-year course, but Ron had already mastered it in advance.

But for some reason, even though it was the first time that Ron mastered a spell outside the curriculum ahead of time, he did not feel happy about it at all. On the contrary, he often had tears in his eyes.

"Hurry up! Ron!" Hermione urged sternly, "Neville and I have already finished our parts, why haven't you?!"

"That's right, Hermione," Harry walked over and said, trying not to laugh, "Ron, you were the one who shouted the loudest when we talked about the secret base, you can't say no now."

"No!! This is not the secret base I imagined at all!" Ron howled in pain, "I'm so tired, I really want to play wizard chess and crackling exploding cards!"

"Huh? Harry, you're back?" Hermione turned her head and said happily, "Do you think we have enough planks to build a house?"

"I'm afraid it's not enough." Harry looked around. "If I were the only one living there, it would be enough, but I think you guys would also like a room of your own, right?"

"Of course!" Hermione said excitedly, "Did you hear that? Ron! Neville! We don't have enough planks, hurry up and get to work!!"

Apparently Ron wasn't the only one excited about a secret base, Hermione was actually pretty excited too.

This little girl only looks serious, but in fact she is full of adventurous spirit and curiosity - maybe Professor McGonagall was like this when she was young.

That's what Harry guessed.

Seeing Ron's unresponsive look, Hermione raised her wand -

"It hurts!" Ron suddenly jumped up from the ground, holding his buttocks, as if he was pricked by a needle. His face flushed red. "You evil witch! What kind of spell did you cast on me?!"

The "Needle Curse" was just like the American Western Gunslinger. Hermione held up her wand and blew on it, saying proudly, "Don't pretend. I controlled my magic very well. You are not injured at all - so get to work! Don't be lazy!"

To be honest, Hermione was a bit scary now. Ron wanted to say something in rebuttal, but after seeing the pile of neat and beautiful wooden boards cut by Hermione on the open space next to him, and considering the few wooden boards he had cut... he was smart enough to shut his mouth.

"Okay (gritting teeth)."

As for Neville... when Hermione whipped Ron with a spell, he had already jumped up from the ground, covering his butt with one hand and waving his wand with the other hand and started working.

This scene made Harry feel a little emotional. Ron and Neville's skin seemed to have turned green in a trance, and they kept saying "work, work" - but well done! Hermione!

If you want to live in your own secret base, you have to work hard!

Compared to the desolate scene a few weeks ago when one entered and saw only pitch-black land without a single blade of grass, the box now sees a sea of green.

Although it has been said before, Harry still has to sigh that the wizards' magic and potions are truly amazing.

First, change the sky in the box to cloudy, then change the weather to light rain, and finally disperse the potions into the clouds - first rain a few pots of nutrient potions, then rain a few pots of growth potions.

Then go to the door of the principal's office and wait for Principal Dumbledore. Once caught, immediately bring him into the box to help cast the Growth Spell.

In this way, with Harry's careful arrangement, the overall environment in the box has completely lost its resemblance to when the terrain was first reshaped.

The river became wider and had more water. The transplanted trees did not die due to the sudden change of environment, but survived healthily under the effect of the magic potion.

Harry also planted many kinds of fruit trees on the east side of the cliff, so he would not have to worry about eating fruit when the trees bore fruit.

Looking around, there was no bare land to be seen. Everywhere was green grass and blooming flowers. Harry didn't know what season it was in this box of his, so he decided to call it spring - completely different from the world outside which had already entered winter.

The only pity is that compared to the environment in nature, this box is still a bit lacking in vitality.

There are basically no large animals. There are various insects in the land, but other than that, there is really not even a snake or a rabbit.

It is true that he wants to keep magical animals in a suitcase like Newt does, but Harry will not take care of so many kinds of magical animals at the same time like Newt does. At most, he will only raise some little guys he likes near his home, and then introduce some magical animal populations that are suitable for surviving in the environment of the box and let them live naturally in this environment.

Well, we also need to bring in some common animals, such as deer, wild boars, and bison. Harry is craving for Thunder Bluff-style grilled pork chops.

"So Harry, you're going to use these herbs to make potions?" Hermione squatted down next to Harry and asked curiously, "I haven't seen any records of this kind of potion in the book. Is it unique to shamans?"

"Yes," Harry said as he checked the various herbs in front of him, "Only a very small number of people are born to be loved by the elements and all spirits, and for the vast majority of people, a bottle of spiritual bond potion is what they need to embark on the path of shamanism."

"You too, Harry?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Me too," Harry nodded.

To be honest, Harry was quite glad that the only change that occurred when he returned to this world was that he became younger, and there were no other physical changes. Otherwise, he really didn't know when he would be able to reconfigure the spiritual bond potion in this world and regain the power of a shaman.

At least that's what happened after I received the owl and arrived at Hogwarts.

"So we have to drink this potion at your Shaman Club?" Hermione asked impatiently, "What does it feel like? Will you feel dizzy? Or will you be able to see things that you can't normally see? What do elementals look like? What about spirits? Do they scare people?"

"I can answer these questions for you clearly," Harry said maliciously, "but I won't reveal the answers in advance, because that would ruin your expectations. Go cut the wood quickly, Hermione. I have to hurry up and prepare more potions. It will be troublesome if there are not enough potions during the club class."

"Yeah, Hermione, why are you able to slack off over there? It's not fair!" Ron's weak protest came from the side.

This kid has even evolved to the point where he half-lies on the ground, lazily waving his wand to cut wooden boards.

"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione said angrily without getting the answer she wanted from Harry, and then she stepped hard on the grass back to her workplace.

Thump, thump, thump, it was so hard, as if he was actually stepping on Harry's face.

(End of this chapter)