Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 65 64. Little Harry's Shaman Class Begins
It was a great night, even Ron had to admit that, and in the end, not even Snape, who was sitting opposite him, could affect the good mood of Ronald, the champion of Gryffindor.

He was just sitting at the table - eating his meal voraciously.

The dish was well received by everyone, except Snape, whose expression suddenly became a little subtle after taking a bite. He looked at Harry and nodded slightly, then said to Lily, "He has inherited your talent very well."

Well, there's no need to elaborate on James Potter's reaction immediately afterwards, as the interaction between him and Snape had become a source of amusement for the others.

The meal was a great success for both the host and the guests - at least most people were.

Harry quite liked this lively scene. Especially since those who came here today were either his friends or people who had helped him. Seeing them eating the food they had made with big mouthfuls made Harry's appetite grow.

Of course, what Dumbledore said before about the murderer destroying evidence was a joke. After taking the first bite, the old man's eyes lit up and he served himself several bowls in succession.

When the party finally ended, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall even seemed to have difficulty getting up. Well, it was because they had eaten too much.

Keeping this beautiful night in his memory, Harry looked up at the night sky above him - a false starry sky, a false world, some scenery in his memories.

But even if these things are fake, it doesn't mean that the happiness he feels at this moment is false.

"Even in this strange world, I have friends I can trust," Harry closed his eyes and said silently to Father Kane who was far away, "So don't worry about me, Father..."

Harry slept particularly soundly tonight on the wooden bed covered with animal skins.

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Shaman Club - For wizards, the word shaman is quite African.

The first thing they thought of after hearing it was the scenery of Africa. Some little wizards who had traveled to Africa with their parents began to exaggerate when they talked about the scenery there and how African wizards cast spells.

For example, dancing around a fire, mumbling incomprehensible things, or giving people weird potions or something.

In the eyes of most wizards in Europe, shamans are almost inseparable from primitiveness and mystery.

But now, Harry Potter, a celebrity in the British wizarding world and a recognized genius at Hogwarts, who has never left Britain since he was a child, is going to open a shaman club in Hogwarts. This is somewhat confusing.

However, the most important thing is the notice posted on the bulletin boards of the four colleges. The previous words can be said to be unimportant. It simply means that Harry Potter will conduct the first shaman priest course this weekend and select talented people to officially join the club.

For the uninformed young wizard, this is the equivalent of Harry Potter - this first-year junior or classmate who entered school with him is actually going to create a new course, and he is the professor of that new course.

This will inevitably make some people think, "Harry Potter, do you have this ability? Huh? You can even teach a course yourself.", while others...well, those led by Ron will just believe it first and then believe it, and then just brag about it.

So the key is actually the two big signatures under this notice - Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

This is actually equivalent to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall endorsing Harry with their own reputations, acknowledging that what his Shaman Club teaches is meaningful and not a scam or a prank.

Add to that the fame Harry had accumulated in the wizarding world since he was born and the reputation he had as a genius from the time he officially entered the wizarding world until today, plus the influence of last weekend's Quidditch match - especially the influence he had accumulated from fortune-telling for people during this period of time.

Therefore, the news of the Shaman Club spread widely throughout Hogwarts. Students would come to Harry from time to time to consult him about related matters, and Harry would accept all of them and answer everyone's questions patiently.

So in the end, the students of Hogwarts really didn't understand what Harry was talking about the elemental power or the power of all spirits, but almost everyone understood one thing - the reason why Harry Potter could tell fortunes for others was because he was a shaman. If you also want to master the power of divination, then come and join the Shaman Club as soon as possible.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see how much respect Harry has received because of his divination ability. This respect and flattery will even continue after Harry graduates and even in his future life.

Now if you want Harry to tell your fortune for you, you have to meet special conditions, and it even depends on whether Harry is willing.

The legend of the fifty gold Galleons is still vivid in people’s minds. It was really a great success and great value. For kids of this age, there is nothing more enviable than this.

and so……

"Are these all applications for admission?" Looking at the thick stack of parchment in front of her, Hermione felt a little dizzy after just a quick glance.

To be honest, this is the first time I see Hermione make this expression when she encounters something related to words.

On the round table in the corner of the lounge, there was a small mountain of parchment papers, which were all application forms submitted by students to join the Shaman Club and... uh, nice words.

They seemed to want to use these heartfelt words to get Harry to agree to let him join the Shaman Club. People decades later would generally call this practice "writing a short essay to apply to join the group."

"Honestly, Harry, do we really have to read all these applications?" Ron turned his head with a dull look and asked, "I think it's hard enough for us to just read them all, let alone pick the right people from them."

"Don't be afraid, Ron. It's just that the parchments stacked together look thicker. You have to know that there are only more than 300 students in the entire Hogwarts. It's impossible for all of them to apply for my club." Harry comforted: "Especially Slytherin College. I think based on last week's game, they may not come at all."

"Oh, the pride of the nobility, huh?" Hermione sneered disdainfully, "And the so-called Slytherin unity... If there was real unity, Malfoy wouldn't have been blocked in the yard, and you wouldn't have had to rescue him."

Harry later told Ron and the others what happened that night. They were amazed and laughed at the Slytherin. After all, Slytherin always boasted of its unity, especially when facing the other three houses.

"Wait!" Neville, who was flipping through the parchment, suddenly widened his eyes. He raised the application form in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Look! What is this!!"

Neville was practically shaking with excitement.

When Ron saw the contents of the parchment he was holding in his hand, he also began to tremble.

It was indeed a serious application to join the Shaman Club, which was good, but the focus was not the words at the end, but the name at the front - Draco Malfoy.

"We summoned Malfoy!" Ron said in disbelief, "Why would he - I mean, I thought he would say something disgusting, why would this happen??"

Draco Malfoy's application for joining the ministry was written quite seriously. Not only was the wording very elegant, but even the words were in beautiful cursive script. In Hermione's words, it exuded aristocratic flavor from head to toe.

"Cross it out! Cross it out immediately!" Ron shouted excitedly, "Let me cross out his application myself! I've been wanting to have this kind of pleasure for a long time!!"

"Don't mess around." Snatching Malfoy's application from Ron's hand, Hermione said unhappily: "Do you think Harry is playing? This is not the place for you to be willful." "Wait, why not?!" Ron said with difficulty accepting it.

"Harry's goal is to open a new course at Hogwarts. He wants to become a professor at Hogwarts!" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "If he wants to be a professor, then his class must have students from the four colleges, and he can't treat students differently just because of the difference in colleges."

Well, when she said the last sentence, Hermione suddenly lowered her voice a little guiltily, and she glanced at Harry.

After all, there is a clear counterexample in Hogwarts now, that is the professor Severus Snape who blatantly treats students differently and favors his favorite students.

"Well, I'm actually against Professor Snape's approach." Harry coughed lightly and said, "As a professor...it's better to be fair."

"Okay, okay," Ron muttered, and sat back down with an unwilling look on his face, "So Harry, we just need to pick as many people as we want from there?"

"How many people?" Harry thought for a moment. "Let's pass them all. I'll ask Professor Snape for help with the Spiritual Bond Potion in the next few days. I'll urgently prepare another batch so that everyone can have some."

"All?! Are you sure?" This time even Hermione was surprised. "You know, almost all the students in Hogwarts have submitted their applications, Harry. No one wants to miss out on the power of Divination - not even the Gobstone Club has that many people."

"Yeah," Neville also thought of a question, "and are you sure the place next to Hagrid's hut is big enough? To be honest, with so many people... you may not even be able to see the face of the person sitting in the back."

The class location Harry had previously decided on was next to Hagrid's hut, and he had thought that his class might be popular with students, but he didn't expect that to be the case even after being postponed for a week due to the cooling process.

"It's OK. If nothing unexpected happens, there won't be many people left by the time the second class starts." Harry thought for a moment and said, "The more time passes, the fewer people will be left. Starting next year, we will only need to test the new students. After all, the shamanic path is quite challenging—"

"Yes, yes, it's quite a test of your talent. You don't have to repeat it again, Harry." Hermione sighed deeply.

To be honest, when she heard the word "talent", her scalp felt a little tingling and she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry said jokingly, "Unlike the others, at least you three can drink as much of the spiritual bond potion as you want, even if you want to drink until you are full."

"Forget it, potions don't taste good, and only a fool would want to drink them to get full," Ron complained, "By the way, when can you make that dish again? It's really delicious!!"

When it comes to the dish that no cow can refuse, Ron's eyes begin to light up.

Harry thought about it, but decided not to tell Ron that the current version of the dish was full of magic and cruelty.

"Next time for sure," Harry laughed, because he thought of the time when those pandas invited him to drink, "For now, let's just reply to these applications."

To be fair, the students at Hogwarts are actually quite lively, and those who like to play pranks or mischief are not limited to Gryffindor, there are also such people in other houses.

Gryffindors weren't the only students Filch caught wandering at night every year.

In the process of responding to these applications, Harry found that the reasons for the applications filled in by these students can be roughly divided into three categories:
The first type is the most serious one. They directly say that they are here to learn divination and are also full of curiosity about things related to shamans.

The second type will add some words of admiration for Harry, and the words and expressions will make one sound like a crazy fan of Harry.

As for the third type... it's just a joke.

For example, this one——

[Because they are gifted, smart, enthusiastic, lively, bold and hardworking, and I am just stupid, right? Yes, I am stupid. My tears rolled down my quill. You believe that I am the only one eating. You don't understand Gryffindor at all, and you don't understand my bravery. You would rather stand next to Ravenclaw and believe those cunning smart heads than raise my hand. I hate you, I hate you for rejecting me decisively. Why? In the blink of an eye, you let them join your club. Why? How are they better than me? I'll stab you to death. S ...

Without thinking, Harry flipped over and saw the name and house of the owner of the application - great, Gryffindor.

Direct admission!

Send it!!
In short, these applications did fill this corner of the Gryffindor common room with laughter, and it didn't take long for Harry and the other three to respond to these applications one by one, and then took them to the owl shed to have the little guys mail them out.

It was like a festival. The affairs of the Shaman Club even attracted widespread attention throughout the castle. The last time Harry saw such a scene was before the Quidditch match last week.

At that time, any child from a wizarding family could tell a story about Quidditch, and everyone was extremely excited, but this week everyone just thought they had a talent for divination.

To be honest, Harry was quite helpless, because he had clearly made it very clear to those who came for consultation that divination was not all that shamans could do, but for Hogwarts students, divination was the coolest thing within the scope of their understanding.

Time flies and it is already Saturday. After lunch, students have come to Hagrid's hut in twos and threes. Hagrid has to guard the edge of the Forbidden Forest closely to prevent some daring students from sneaking into the Forbidden Forest out of curiosity.

The situation was not brought under control until Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall showed up together, allowing Hagrid to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry's class started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and before he came out of Hagrid's hut, the classroom outside was already crowded with students. Just as Neville said, you couldn't see the faces of the people at the back at a glance.

Generally speaking, when a large group of young people gather in one place, the environment tends to become extremely noisy. Even if everyone is deliberately lowering their voices to discuss or laugh with friends, when the voices of hundreds of people gather together, it will become a huge noise - let alone hundreds of people, even a class of dozens of people can be deadly when they quarrel.

However, although so many students gathered beside Hagrid's hut at this time, they did not turn over Hagrid's land. The reason was nothing else but the professors who had already arrived.

Not only Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, but also Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and even Professor Quirrell were present. There was also a professor whom the lower grade students had never seen before. They only knew who she was from the whispered introduction by the upper grade students - Professor Sybill Trelawney, who was in charge of teaching the Divination class at Hogwarts.

Wow, even if nothing else is said, just knowing the content of the courses taught by this professor is enough to make students so excited that they are rubbing their hands.

According to senior students, Professor Trelawney is basically a worthless liar who predicts the death of a student every year, but no one has died in all these years. Even Professor McGonagall has spoken directly bad about her.

Professor McGonagall's personal certification! I have to believe it now.

As for Harry on the other side, there is no need to say more. So far, none of the divination results he gave has failed to come true. The amazing thing is that as long as you can convince him to do divination for you, you can know whatever you want to know. His divination skills have been verified by the public.

The most important thing is that every detail of the future can be seen clearly. You no longer need to rack your brains to think about those complicated and incomprehensible prophecies. What you should and should not do is clear at a glance.

(End of this chapter)