Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 64 63. The two people with different opinions and Devon Ronald are full of courage!

"Sitting at home alone? Facing a cold fireplace? Eating heated leftovers? Facing an empty chair?" Harry said casually.

Then he saw the smile on Dumbledore's face quickly disappear.

"If you replace the word 'home' with 'headmaster's office', then everything is correct." Dumbledore sighed, "I'm beginning to wonder if you are monitoring my life, Harry."

"That sounds like something a reporter from the Daily Prophet would do," Harry shrugged. "I have no interest in watching the daily life of an elderly human male."

"Ah, that's exactly what they would do," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Many people think I'm a crazy old man, acting crazy all day and no one knows what I'm doing."

"You indulge them too much." Harry shook his head. "I have seen your deeds. In any case, a hero like you should not be insulted. If people with malicious intentions are not punished, there will be ignorant ordinary people who will be used by them for their own benefit."

"Hero?" Dumbledore was silent for a moment. "I didn't expect you to see me like that."

"Why not?" Harry tilted his head. "You defeated the first generation of the Dark Lord and protected countless Muggles. You also protected the British wizarding world from the threat of Voldemort, allowing Muggles and wizards of Muggle descent to survive."

"I don't know why you feel that you are not a hero, Dumbledore," Harry said calmly, "Perhaps you feel that you have made some mistakes and may have caused some irreversible consequences, but this does not affect your contribution to the entire wizarding world."

"Heroes are not saints. They can make mistakes, get lost, get impulsive, get lost, and even retreat and become weak. But so what?" Looking into Dumbledore's eyes, Harry said seriously, "I can get angry, quarrel with people around me, and make mistakes. I won't say that everything I've done is right - no one can be right all the time."

"But even so, I still think I am a hero," Harry recalled his past experiences, "having the power to protect others, being able to stand up when the world is in crisis, bravely standing in front of ordinary people to protect them and lead them forward, this is a hero."

"I don't know why you're hiding in Hogwarts as a headmaster. Logically, you should be in a place where you can play a more effective role, such as the Minister of Magic." Harry shook his head and said, "In any case, you shouldn't be like this now, being slandered by reporters from the Daily Prophet, distorting your experience and image, and even being controlled by the school board... Maybe the Ministry of Magic can control you too."

"But it doesn't matter." Harry shrugged. "I'm not you. I haven't experienced your life, but I always believe that people with ability must stand out and walk in the front. Because only in this way can ordinary people know where to go. Guiding them is my responsibility and obligation, and it is also the source of the glory of heroes."

This was not advice, suggestion or anything else. Harry just expressed his opinion to Dumbledore. He did not expect Dumbledore to change because of his words. Every successful person has his own ideas and thoughts. How could they change easily?

Harry was just speaking to Dumbledore. As for what Dumbledore would think, or whether he would become the opposite of him...it didn't matter.

Just do what you should do. Friends will naturally come to you, and enemies will never become your friends even if you force them.

Harry continued to work on the feast he had carefully prepared. He was also roasting a whole pig nearby and had to brush some oil on it from time to time, otherwise it would be roasted dry.

Dumbledore was sitting on a chair here, seemingly thinking or reminiscing.

a long time.

"You know what? Harry," Dumbledore said in a hoarse voice, "your idea... is very similar to that of a friend of mine many years ago."

"Those who are capable should step forward and lead others." Dumbledore laughed for no apparent reason. "But how can you ensure that those who are capable are on the right path?"

"I don't know what you mean by right way. After all, everyone's ideal world is different." Harry answered without hesitation: "But if something can make most people smile, then it is probably not wrong."

"Of course, the world I want to build may end up in the hands of someone more powerful than me. This is the nature of this world. Without sufficient power, nothing can be done." Harry suddenly laughed, "But no matter what, I don't think it's right to retreat and hand the world over to those who can only spread rumors and distort heroic deeds."

"Perhaps, Harry," Dumbledore said dryly without saying anything else, "Perhaps...but controlling the beast within oneself is often the most difficult thing."

This is considered a different opinion.

"So what is this dish?" Dumbledore returned to his usual cheerful demeanor, not continuing the topic. "I have never seen anything like it before, and - was this made with a potion?"

Dumbledore's expression was a little subtle.

"Wait, is that a leaf of Ariot?" Dumbledore's eyes suddenly widened slightly. He pointed at the leaf floating in the pot and said, "No, no, no, Harry, I can see it even if you pick it out now."

Ariot is a magical tree, also known as the hyena tree, whose leaves can induce hysteria and uncontrollable laughter.

"The seasonings themselves need to be picked out. If they are cooked for too long, they will become bitter." Harry said naturally, "Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I am not making any potion. I only need to use the flavors of the herbs themselves. Otherwise, this pot of food will not taste like what I remember."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

He just smelled it and didn't check carefully what the food was made of, but now he found in the food, including but not limited to Arioth leaves (sour taste), valerian root (calming, anti-spasmodic properties, earthy smell), lovage (similar to celery, easy to cause encephalitis, make people irritable and reckless, sour taste)...

In general, Dumbledore saw a very complex counter-balancing of medicinal properties in this pot of food. Many of the herbs were even poisonous in themselves, but in this bubbling pot, a strange harmony was achieved.

Logically, if Harry put in the correct amount of herbs, then this potion - sorry, Dumbledore can hardly call this a dish, but in any case, if everything is normal, then this potion is indeed a safe dish.

"Your Potions professor will be very proud of you," Dumbledore said dryly, "especially your mother. She will definitely be pleased that you have inherited her talent."

"I can't help it, Headmaster Dumbledore...Okay, Dumbledore." Harry changed his words after receiving a look from Dumbledore. He put down the spoon and said helplessly, "It stands to reason that a special kind of cheese should be used to make this dish, but I can't find any cheese that tastes close to the one I remember, so this is the only way."

The dish that Harry made was known as the best delicacy of the Minotaur. No Minotaur, not even a Terror Totem Minotaur, could refuse the invitation of such a delicacy - you know, when facing outsiders, the Terror Totem was known for being difficult to communicate with and full of hostility.

Well, although they are actually like this within the Tauren tribe...but that doesn't matter!
In short, the fact that even the Minotaur of Grimtotem couldn't resist this delicacy really speaks volumes about how good it tastes. Harry feels that using this dish to let his friends have a rough understanding of the Minotaur's food culture and leave a good impression on them is a perfect start.

This dish required eagle eggs, goat meat and a special cheese made by the local kobolds in Stonetalon Mountains. It was this last ingredient that stumped Harry, forcing him to try to recreate the flavors of the herbs themselves.

There was no way. No one knew how the kobold cheese was made. Only the kobolds in the Stoneclaw Mountains had this skill, and Harry was now on Earth.

Well, it can be considered as a magical version of technology and ruthless life, magic and ruthless life.

"Honestly, Harry," Dumbledore suddenly laughed, and joked, "The way you picked out these herbs now looks like a murderer brewing a pot of poison and then removing the traces to prevent the victim from noticing. I seem to have seen a similar story somewhere before."

"Then don't worry," Harry also joked, "I will eat it with you, Dumbledore."

After turning off the engine and calling it a day, Harry made a sound to call for dinner.

Although the long wooden table was transformed by Transfiguration and was nominally a gathering among friends, Ron and the other two still squeezed in with Harry when they sat down. Dumbledore sat at the left end of the table, while Professor McGonagall and Hagrid sat on his left and right. As for Snape... Snape sat quite close to Harry.

Because Lily Potter stayed in the place closest to her child. This made Ron suffer a bit. He didn't dare to breathe the whole time. Under Snape's expressionless gaze, he looked trembling and didn't dare to speak loudly.

There were several baskets on the table, filled with Harry's specially baked imitation Thunder Bluff spice bread - this kind of bread contained a lot of pine nuts and tasted very unique.

In addition, there are some tortillas. Corn is also the most common staple food in every Tauren household.

Then there is the suckling pig that has been roasted all over until it is shiny red. It makes a crispy sound when the knife cuts it, which increases your appetite.

Harry also fried a few pots of crayfish, which is one of the most delicious foods in Thunder Bluff and is deeply loved by food lovers.

And in the center of the table was naturally the delicacy that Harry had carefully prepared, which no one could refuse.

"Don't be restrained, just eat what you like." As the host of today's banquet, Harry said happily: "Try our Minotaur's specialties. I hope you like them."

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill! Harry!" As soon as he finished speaking, James couldn't wait to bury his ghost body in the basin. He took a deep breath, as if he could still smell the aroma of the food. "You are worthy of being my child!!"

"James!" To be honest, seeing ghosts digging in and out of the food was a bit annoying. Lily shouted angrily, then dragged her embarrassing husband to the side, "Are you talking about your cooking skills that can even burn barbecue?!"

"Hey, hey, here's you. Oh, now there's Harry." Even though Lily was pinching his ears, James still winked at Harry - and also winked at Snape by the way.

Snape tightened his grip on his knife and fork.

Hermione and the other two quickly lowered their heads to eat, and no one knew what expressions they had at the moment.

Honestly, if nothing else, it would have been worth it just to see Snape's frustrated look - especially for Ron.

Some things simply cannot be hidden, especially with James Potter's personality. Within a few minutes of the initial greeting, he had completely destroyed the image of the tragic war hero that he had left to the wizarding world eleven years ago.

Ron and the other two had heard the story of Harry's parents. They had heard it mostly from Hagrid. In Hagrid's story, Harry's mother was gentle, kind and virtuous, and his father was just, brave and friendly.

And now it seems... well, there is indeed no problem with the mother's side, but with the father's side... well, although it is not very polite to say this, Harry's father is more like a larger Fred or George.

I can't stop for a moment.

"Hey! Nose--Snape! You scared the children!" James, after escaping his wife's hand that was twisting his ear, immediately floated to the children and said to Snape unhappily: "We are having dinner, what's the meaning of your sour face?!"

Ron and the other two lowered their heads even lower... Snape might not be able to do anything with ghosts, but he had a lot of ways to deal with them.

No matter what you say or what you say, don't make fun of Ron's miserable appearance.

No student in Hogwarts would want to be watched by Snape all day, deducted points and given detention. That would definitely be an indelible nightmare in life.

But James continued.

"Don't be afraid, little girl!" James put his hands on Hermione's shoulders - James couldn't really do it, but he pretended that he did, and he smiled kindly, "Snape, there's nothing to be afraid of. Cheer up and eat more - how about trying the dish in the middle? I've heard Harry say that it's his proudest dish."

Hermione - Hermione doesn't even dare to raise her head now!

She turned her head slightly and cast a pleading look at Harry, looking pitiful.

And Harry... he turned around and saw James winking at him, winking at him non-stop, without any concealment at all.

Sighing silently, Harry felt that his old father was a little too lively.

It is hard to imagine what the Godfather who is still in prison looks like.

If he and James were cut from the same cloth... well, to be honest, Harry felt that he could even be their godfather, after all, if you really counted the number of years lived, he was indeed older.

Since being summoned this time and noticing Hermione's existence, James would occasionally give Harry an ambiguous smile, and always showed a kind of concern for Hermione that was different from that for Ron and Neville. He would also try his best to point out some of Harry's strengths - to be honest, Harry had no idea where James made up those strengths.

Some of the exaggerations were so excessive that even Niu Niu couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you want to go back to the Twilight Zone first, Father?" Harry said with empty eyes.

The next second, James straightened his body, saluted, and then put his hand across his mouth, wiping it across his mouth like locking a zipper, and then floated to the side.

"Sorry, Hermione, my father means no harm, he's just... uh, more of a playful person," Harry said to Hermione helplessly.

"...It's okay, Harry." Hermione shook her head slightly. Her face looked slightly red, and she didn't know if it was because of the bonfire next to her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." As if savoring something, Snape slowly shook his head and made a disdainful sound, "More playful... It's hard to imagine what a father did to make his child give such an evaluation."

"What did you say!!"

James immediately rushed over and buried his face in Snape's head, and kept roaring strangely, as if he wanted to stun Snape with the sound coming from inside his skull.

Suddenly, Harry's side became lively, and Ron couldn't even hold back his laughter and laughed out loud - in a few seconds, this suppressed laughter turned into a loud laugh.

Even though Snape would target him even more from tomorrow, Ron just wanted to laugh to his heart's content today!!

No one can stop him, Ronald said it himself!!

"Oh, I'm glad to see our Potions Professor finally become a little...lively." Dumbledore poured himself a bowl of soup and sighed at the noisy scene on the other side of the table: "To be honest, this is not easy."

"Is it because Lily is here too? They talked almost the entire night. I have never seen Snape like this before." Professor McGonagall also sighed, "Calling back the souls of the dead, there is actually such magic in this world..."

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Dumbledore winked and joked, "I think you might have to look forward to Harry's first class at the weekend, um, our Professor Harry."

(End of this chapter)