Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 63 62. Bonfire Party at the New House with the Professor as the Guest
In this suitcase world where the sun, moon and weather can change at will, to be honest, it is difficult to notice the passage of time once you start working.

It was not until Hagrid leaned down from the entrance of the box and shouted at Harry and the others to come up for dinner that they realized it was already evening.

But the sense of accomplishment is still great. Piles of wooden boards are piled on the grass. These boards are mainly used for interior decoration. They will be used as walls or furniture - that is, as raw materials for transfiguration.

The transformation between living things and dead things cannot be permanent, but the transformation between dead things can exist permanently, provided that there is something to serve as the material for the transformation. After all, transfiguration cannot create something out of nothing.

By the way, this job basically fell to Harry and Hermione, two people who had made great progress in learning Transfiguration. Ron and Neville's learning level was not enough to support them to perform this level of transformation.

So they were assigned the task of cutting the wooden boards. When they started to decorate the interior of the house, Harry and Hermione only needed to stick the boards on or deform them, without having to go through the trouble of changing their material or pattern.

In this way, everyone contributes to the building of the house, which is full of participation and fun.

"Hagrid! I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow!" Ron let out a thunderous roar as he climbed out of the ladder.

During this time, Harry placed the suitcase in Hagrid's hut, which made it more convenient for him to enter the Forbidden Forest to find the herbs needed for the Spirit Bond Potion. As for those that could not be found, Jaina would help bring them back from Diagon Alley... The contraband was bought from the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade. What Hagrid said before was indeed correct, it was very convenient.

Several people climbed out one after another. To be honest, everyone, including Harry, was a little hungry. However, Ron was the one who consumed the most energy because he always had trouble controlling himself when casting spells.

Ron greedily glanced at the food on the table - a hodgepodge of unknown meats and vegetables full of Hagrid's personal style, and he could often see claws or limbs of unknown animals in it.

In the past, Ron would probably just find an excuse to slip away from this pot of dark food, but for Ron whose stomach has even begun to digest him, these little problems are nothing at all - everything he eats is meat!

Ron doesn't care about anything except his stomach, he just loves to listen to it! He doesn't care about birds and beasts, he eats them all, meat and bones! He doesn't want to eat the rotten things, he throws them into the pot and cooks them!

Eat eat eat gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw.

Seeing several people eating voraciously, Hagrid could not help but burst into laughter. He really liked this lively scene. Although there were some students who could chat with Hagrid in the past, not many of them would come to his house as guests like this, let alone wolf down the food they cooked.

"Eat more, you're welcome, there's more in the pot," Hagrid said happily, and he brought up another plate of rock pancakes.

As the name suggests, this kind of pancake is very hard, and even Harry has to soak it in soup to soften it before he can eat it.

"By the way, does the suit fit you well, Hagrid?" Harry suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "If it feels a little tight or uncomfortable, you can ask Jaina to send it to Madam Malkin for alterations. If you don't like it, you can get a new one."

Madam Malkin delivered a custom-made oversized suit to Harry two days ago, and Harry gave it directly to Hagrid.

"Oh, Harry, of course I like it, it's a gift from you," Hagrid said happily, "No problem at all, it fits me perfectly! I plan to wear it to the dinner party in the castle at Christmas, what do you think?"

"It couldn't be better," Harry joked. "It's a pity there isn't a lady at Hogwarts who matches your physique, otherwise you would definitely charm her."

Harry's words froze Ron and the other two. They imagined what Hagrid would look like in a suit, and then imagined a lady with a physique that matched Hagrid's... a lady...

In the minds of the three people, images of muscular women with wild beauty appeared at the same time - Ron's face turned green.

"Say, come to think of it, we haven't seen you in a suit yet," Ron stammered, "That must be cool."

"I won't reveal the answer in advance, kid, that would be boring," Hagrid said with a smile.

"Oh my God, Hagrid, you've been led astray by Harry," Ron rolled his eyes and complained loudly, but this complaint only made the others laugh even more happily.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha" Hagrid let out a loud laugh that tickled people's ears. While laughing, he turned around and took out a bottle of mead from the cupboard. "Would you like some, Harry?"

"Then have some," Harry replied after thinking for a moment.

"We want some too! Hagrid!" Ron said impatiently, "Give us some too!"

"Oh, no," Hagrid shook his head immediately, "It's a little too early for mead for you."

"But Harry can," Hermione said speechlessly, "Isn't Harry the same age as us? And I have to remind you, Hagrid, in the UK, children as young as five can drink alcohol with the company of an adult, and children as young as 5 can drink in a restaurant with the company of an adult."

"That won't do either," Hagrid was unexpectedly firm on this matter, "Harry is Harry, and you are you - anyway, let's drink less, Harry? I have to go to the Forbidden Forest tonight, so I can't drink too much."

"Okay," Harry nodded, "But did anything happen in the Forbidden Forest? You've been in there for the past two days."

"Something attacked the unicorns," Hagrid said seriously, "They are very panicked. I have to protect them. Well, I also have to find out who the attacker is."

"Will unicorns also be attacked?" Hermione said in astonishment. "They are XXXX-level dangerous magical animals. I read in a book that not only do they run very fast, but most importantly, killing a unicorn will result in a curse - who would be crazy enough to do this?"

"Did a dark wizard do it?" Neville interrupted, "Didn't Harry say that wizards would appear in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, far away from Hogwarts?"

"I don't know, it could be a human, or it could be some other unknown magical animal. I haven't found it yet." Hagrid shook his head: "Eat well, it's not your turn to worry about this kind of thing. Oh, I'm not talking about you, Harry. Anyway, if it doesn't work, I will go to find Headmaster Dumbledore."

Hagrid's words made Hermione angrily pierce the meat in the bowl with her fork.

"Do you need help?" Harry looked up and asked, "At least I have to ensure your safety here. As you know, my Shaman Club will start classes this weekend, and the venue is chosen to be here."

"Probably not." Hagrid shook his head slightly. "It's still safe near the castle. The unicorns live deep in the Forbidden Forest."

"That's okay," Harry didn't care.

To borrow Professor McGonagall's words, magic is indeed beyond people's imagination and can make the impossible possible. In just a few days, Harry and his friends built the wooden house they dreamed of.

From the outside, it was exactly the same as the wooden house in Harry's memory. He even perfectly replicated the hole on the edge of the roof that was poked by Bain's horn.

There was no huge totem pole erected in front of the house, as that would have to be carved slowly by Harry himself. There were also no things closely related to the Tauren culture arranged around it.

Looking at the sunlight in the suitcase covering the wooden house with a layer of golden gauze, Harry stood there in dismay, speechless for a long time.

It was different after all... He missed his hometown a little.

After a long time, the door of the wooden house was suddenly opened from the inside. Hermione stood at the door excitedly, waving and shouting: "Harry? Harry! Come on! What are you doing there?" "Coming!" Shaking his head, leaving the chaotic thoughts in his mind behind, Harry answered: "Have you chosen your room?"

"Yes! That's right! I picked a room on the second floor where I can see the sunlight! Is that okay?" Hermione said happily.

The space in the cabin was much larger than it looked from the outside. Harry really loved the wizards' magic - especially the Traceless Extension Charm!
As soon as you enter the cabin, you can see a huge stone fireplace. Of course, there are no decorations and details now. In the future, Harry plans to completely replicate the layout of his cabin in Thunder Bluff on the entire first floor of the cabin.

A series of materials and tools needed by the shaman, including sacrificial elements and ancestral ritual sites, will be placed on the first floor.

As for the second and third floors, Harry left them to his friends, who could decorate them freely according to their preferences and wishes.

It is worth mentioning that, probably to prevent smuggling cases or wizards with insufficient magical skills from casting the Untraceable Extension Charm, the effect of the spell is unstable, causing the objects inside to be thrown away and attracting the attention of Muggles, or even directly causing the disappearance or death of living things inside. In short, unauthorized use of the Untraceable Extension Charm is actually a violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic.

From a legal perspective, wizards who want to use the Traceless Extension Charm have to report and apply to the Ministry of Magic, or ask the Ministry of Magic to send someone to cast the spell - for example, in the case of wizards' houses whose interior space is obviously much larger than the exterior.

But judging from Newt's box and the attitude of everyone, including Dumbledore, who doesn't care much... the laws of the wizarding world are actually just like that, and quite casual.

Harry certainly doesn't care about this law.

He carefully studied the magic of this world just to make his life more comfortable and convenient. If he had to report to the Ministry of Magic every time he used magic, then all his studies would be in vain.

Reasonable, too reasonable.

Moving into a new house naturally needs to be celebrated. For Harry, this cottage is actually his real home in this world, a home that makes him feel safe and belongs only to him.

So nature is of great significance.

Harry even sent out several waves of owls to buy ingredients at night. Even the sleeping Jaina was woken up by him. After pecking Harry a few times, she flew to Diagon Alley angrily with the order.

Harry planned to cook an authentic traditional Thunder Bluff meal to entertain his friends and invited guests, including a dish that is recognized as the best Tauren dish in any Tauren tribe.

"Do you need help?" With his hands behind his back, Dumbledore moved closer to the pot. He took a deep breath and said, "Hmm, it smells delicious."

This old man now looks like he really wants to steal food.

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore, could you please stand at the back?" Harry used a spoon to push Dumbledore back and said, "You are too close to the pot. I am afraid your beard will fall in. Besides, you are an invited guest today. The Minotaur will not let guests work."

"Oh, Harry, if you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten that I came to your trunk as a guest today," Dumbledore said humorously, "To be honest, this is a very rare identity. It's the first time in a while."

"You can never imagine how panicked an elderly man would be when he was stopped just after he stepped out of the door at night," Dumbledore joked. "Honestly, Harry, your perseverance is amazing. I can't imagine how long you have been waiting there."

"It's a pity that I only met you once, Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry said calmly, "This is really sad. It's not a professor's job to be on guard against students. I thought it was every professor's responsibility to help students solve their problems."

"Yes, that is indeed the responsibility of every professor, but the premise is that the student will not drag the professor to move a hill or cast a growth spell on the trees on a mountain as soon as they meet." Dumbledore was a little unable to laugh. "It's even more unimaginable that the old man didn't even have time to change out of his pajamas before he was caught and put into the box. Even his wand was cold."

"I thought we were already friends, Headmaster Dumbledore." Pretending not to notice Dumbledore's resentful look, Harry stirred the food in the pot and said, "Gryffindor will not refuse to help his friends."

"Then change to a more suitable name between friends, Harry. This is not a school." Unable to pretend to be serious anymore, Dumbledore suddenly laughed. He looked at the lively scene behind him and said with emotion: "To be honest, I can't remember how long it was since I was invited to visit someone's home."

The time in the box has been adjusted to night. The sky is clear and a crescent moon hangs on the horizon. Although it is clear, it is not bright enough to make the stars in the sky sparkle.

The forest in the distance was hazy, the wind blowing across my face was warm, and a huge bonfire was burning in front of the cabin, lighting up the entire open space as bright as day.

Dumbledore was not the only one invited to the box. Professor McGonagall was also invited. Harry respected this respectable old professor very much, not only because she guided him on the path of magic, but also because she really cared about him a lot.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Professor McGonagall was sitting by the campfire with Hagrid, both holding butterbeer in their hands. Hagrid seemed to have just told a joke, and Professor McGonagall seemed to be amused, but she forced herself to hold back the smile, and only the corners of her mouth could be seen slightly raised.

Ron and the other two naturally sat far away from Professor McGonagall. Bonfire parties were certainly fun. Neville was trying to grill meat himself, but after taking a bite of what he had grilled, he frowned and threw the charred skewers of meat into the fire.

Hermione was trying to recreate the Muggle barbecue her father had prepared at family gatherings, and she was excitedly explaining the differences between the seasonings used by wizards and those used by Muggles.

The latter are generally full of technology and hard work.

As for Ron... Ron was trying hard to use the cover of the campfire to avoid being seen by the man who was sitting in the distance where the edge of the campfire light met the forest - the only person who could make Ron be so careful was naturally Snape.

But Harry felt that Ron was a little overly worried, because Snape was not interested in spending even a second on him tonight.

As a celebratory dinner for his new house, Harry of course invited this professor who cared about him a lot... No matter where his care came from, even if it came from his mother, the care he received was real.

To be honest, Snape had not intended to come when he first received the invitation. The head of Slytherin was aloof and arrogant like a snake, and he did not need the recognition of others. However, when Harry mentioned that he would use the ancestral totem to summon the souls of his parents to celebrate together, Snape changed his mind and agreed to the invitation at an astonishing speed.

Easy to handle.

There was even a feeling of impatience. Snape was the first guest to arrive today, and he arrived very early... Well, he also brought a box of exquisite snacks as a door-to-door gift, which was not something he could do at all. It was beyond Ron's imagination and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

At this moment, Snape was sitting away from the crowd, and next to him were two transparent souls emitting light blue light. The three of them seemed to be talking about something, sometimes accompanied by quarrels, and James Potter was moving around on Snape's body.

Harry did give his mother a few words, hoping that she could advise Snape not to be so...excessively and obviously biased towards him at school. All he could say was that he hoped Snape would listen to him.

But considering the way Lily Potter was smiling at the time...well, Harry didn't have too high expectations for this.

All of this was reflected in Dumbledore's eyes. He now looked somewhat relaxed, and then suddenly sighed.

"It's really good..."

Harry turned his head to look at the old man in a trance, his body full of the residue left by time and memory.

(End of this chapter)