Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 7. Prediction and My Fairy Friend

Because most elementals have their own personalities and are unwilling to communicate with people other than those who practice shamanism, the shamans in the Tauren tribe can only interpret what the elementals say to them in their own way and relay it to others.

As a result, because there is an extra narrator in the middle, there will occasionally be a situation where the shaman misinterprets the intentions of the elements, or misinterprets the guidance of the ancestors - there may also be a situation where enemies such as demons pretend to be elementals and give wrong guidance. This is how the orcs went astray.

And because sometimes the interpreted words sound confusing, other people who cannot hear the words of the elements and ancestors lack an intuitive feeling.

But Harry was different.

very different.

Compared to traditional shamans, Harry can directly relay the whispers of the elements into sentences that ordinary people can understand.

And after certain conditions are met, Harry can even display brief images of the future in front of everyone in the form of a water curtain, allowing them to clearly see some fragments of the future.

This certainly made some people who were skeptical - well, let me be frank, this certainly made some wizards suspect that those so-called fragments of the future were illusions woven by Harry with magic, but after a bronze dragon named Chromie came to the door, this doubt was dissipated a lot.

The so-called bronze dragon is the giant dragon that manages the safety of the time flow in Azeroth, and its dragon king is one of the guardian dragons.

It was this unique ability of prediction that set Harry apart from other shamans, and he even defeated his competitors to obtain the title of prophet. He truly became the one in the Tauren tribe who needed to use the ability of divination to avoid danger and bring good fortune to the entire tribe, and to guide the direction of the tribe's progress.

Harry once didn't know why the power he displayed after learning the shamanic way was so different from that of traditional shamans and so special.

But now he has understood that everything comes from his own magic - a unique magic from another world.

Such strange magic.

Even after an in-depth and detailed discussion with Jaina, Harry created a unique prophetic magic of his own, making the shaman's prophecy and divination more regular.

"Oh, the centaurs' divination process?" Walking on the streets of Diagon Alley, Hagrid shrugged and said, "You know, I can't use magic. To be honest, even if I could use magic, I can't understand the centaurs' divination. Not many wizards can understand it."

"They always talk in mysterious ways, talking about the stars in the sky, how they are too bright and too dim, or simply saying something you can't understand at all," Hagrid sighed, "I really don't understand, but many wizards believe in the centaurs' divination."

"And you don't need to buy these things, Harry," Hagrid glanced at the bag of mallow and sage in Harry's hand and said, "There are actually these things in the Forbidden Forest. If you need them, I can help you find some when you get to Hogwarts - I didn't expect you to be interested in divination."

"I have an idea that I need to try out," Harry explained vaguely, then changed the subject: "Are there a lot of good things in the Forbidden Forest?"

Well, it can't be said to be a complete change of subject. Harry was actually quite interested.

Just from the name, it feels like there are magical herbs everywhere, or rare and out-of-print herbs, or magical animals classified by wizards?
Let’s just talk about one forbidden word.

"Hey, Harry, your eyes are glowing, you know that?" Hagrid burst into laughter, and then warned: "But don't even think about going to the Forbidden Forest to play, students are not allowed to enter there, and I won't let you in... Don't be like the Weasley brothers, my God, driving them out of the Forbidden Forest almost cost me my life."

Hagrid sighed heavily.

"Well... but if conditions permit, when the centaurs hold their sacrifice, I can take you over to see how they do divination. After all, you're quite famous among the centaurs, and I have some influence over them," Hagrid muttered softly, "At least this is much more reliable than the professor of divination..."

"Hogwarts still has Divination classes?" Harry heard it keenly and asked, "But the professor doesn't seem very reliable?"

"Don't ask that, Harry! Don't ask that!", Hagrid said loudly, "I don't want to say bad things about my colleagues!"

Very good, Hagrid is indeed a man of great moral character, but I don't know if he has ever thought about this. His behavior is actually equivalent to saying everything.

"Well, let's not talk about this." Putting the sweet mallow back into the bag, Harry said, "Let's go get the money. I can't wait."

Turn the gold coins into equipment and supplies, then embark on the next adventure, and then turn the good things obtained in the adventure into gold coins again - since entering Diagon Alley, Harry suddenly felt that everything seemed to have returned to his familiar rhythm.

And now, he was going to get his own start-up capital for the venture.

Harry discovered that it was not only his body that seemed to become younger again, but also his heart - the body had a great influence on the mind.

At least for now, he seemed to have regained the mood of leaving Thunder Bluff and going on adventures when he was young.

From Thunder Bluff to Felwood, from Kalimdor to the Eastern Kingdoms... this long-lost lightness lasted until Harry saw the goblins in Gringotts.

Sorry, I meant goblin.

It looks like them. It really looks like them. It looks very similar.

Except for being a little taller, everything else is alike.

Especially the warning against thieves that he saw on the wall when he first entered the door, and the indifferent looks of these goblins when they saw what Harry and the other boy were wearing.

Harry never thought that the first time he would find the shadow of Azeroth in this world would be on a goblin. This made his hand subconsciously reach for his wallet... and then he remembered that he didn't have a wallet.

Great.

The property left by his biological parents was more than Harry had imagined. After a thrilling cart charge, the opened warehouse door revealed a mountain of gold coins, while the silver and copper coins were simply ignored by Harry because they were not eye-catching enough.

To be honest, the underground transportation in Gringotts reminded Harry of those goblin drag races, where only the most fearless and crazy people would participate, with the goal of destroying the opponent halfway and crossing the finish line alive. It was so fast that it was almost like being caught in the claws of a dragon and spinning at high speed in the sky.

After having a basic understanding of the income and price levels in the wizarding world, Harry judged that the money before him was not only enough for him to complete seven years of study without worries about food and clothing and entertainment, but could even support himself without having to work for many years after graduation.

In addition, there were some magical items placed on the shelves on both sides of the treasury, but Harry put them all back after a quick look, and stuffed a lot of gold coins into the pocket that Hagrid had handed him - and by the way, he also paid Hagrid back for the money for mallow and sage, even though Hagrid desperately refused.

After all, Harry felt that the small bag that Hagrid gave him should be quite valuable. Although it was not the kind of package that was directly divided into dozens of spaces in his memory, it had a similar function. They were both small in appearance and could hold a lot of things.

Then there was another thrilling and exciting cart charge. Harry accompanied Hagrid to take something from a deeper basement, but Hagrid was mysterious and refused to say what it was, and Harry had no intention of asking.

Tauruses know how to respect the privacy of others.

"Sorry, Harry." After finally walking out of the door of Gringotts, Hagrid looked a little dazed. He turned his head and looked at Harry and said, "I think I might have to go have a drink first - you know, that damn cart is almost killing me. Uh, how about you go buy robes first? This will take some time."

"I understand. This is really unpleasant." Harry's expression was not very good. "Don't worry, Hagrid. I won't run around."

"Well... see you later?" Hagrid looked Harry up and down, recalling that Harry was much more mature than an ordinary child along the way, and said after hesitating for a moment.

"Sure, see you later."

Watching Hagrid walk towards the Leaky Cauldron with a slightly staggering step, Harry thought for a moment, then turned around and walked back to Gringotts.

"Sir?" Seeing Harry coming back alone and walking towards him, the gatekeeper asked with a puzzled look, "What's the matter?"

"I need your help with something," Harry said as he lifted his hair from his forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

This is the scar that has remained on his body since the day he was born, and it is said to be proof of his defeat of the Dark Lord.

After what happened in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was well aware that his scar was an extremely obvious identity mark to people in the wizarding world.

"Oh my God!" As expected, the goblin guarding the door suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You are - Harry Potter!!"

Well, for who knows how many times, Harry has become accustomed to these wizards, um, or people in the magical world, taking a deep breath and then calling out his name in a low voice after recognizing him.

This was truly an unprecedented experience. Although Harry felt that he was quite famous in Azeroth, it was not to the extent of causing such a fuss.

"Yes, it's me." Harry let down his hair to cover the scar again without changing his expression. He took the initiative to hold the goblin's hand. "I'm in trouble. Can you help me?"

"Of course!" The goblin's expression suddenly became enthusiastic. "It is my honor to serve the famous Harry Potter. My name is Copper Circle. Is there anything I can do for you?"

What made the copper circle so enthusiastic in an instant was naturally not Harry's name and his scar, but because he felt the gold Galleon in Harry's hand when he held his hand.

Again, Harry was very good at dealing with goblins, and he knew that these money-hungry guys did prefer piles of gold coins, but what they liked more was the process of acquiring wealth - no matter how big or small.

This gold Galleon may not be enough to bribe a wizard, but it is definitely more than enough to bribe a goblin, especially for some unimportant matters.

As long as there is unexpected income, they can't refuse it.

"I've heard from my friends that goblins have been the best craftsmen since ancient times." Harry pulled the copper ring to a secluded place and whispered, "Do you know where there is a reliable forging master? I need to forge a weapon, and maybe a set of mail."

Yes, Harry never gave up his plan to protect himself, he just changed direction.

Although he really wanted to wear armor that he had made himself and that met his own requirements, as well as weapons and shields that he had also made himself, Harry was still very clear about his current situation.

Even though his forging experience was still in his head, his body had not yet grown and trained, so he couldn't even swing the hammer for a long time, let alone forge a set of epic equipment.

But before I can forge it myself, I can't be naked and without any protection, right?
With this idea in mind, Harry had already sensed from Hagrid's reaction the wizards' disdain for melee weapons and armor. There had long been no blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley, so after asking around along the way, Harry learned of another way that might still preserve this traditional craft - that is goblins.

"Weapons? Mail armor?" Copper Circle looked at Harry in surprise, as if he didn't expect a wizard would make such a request.

"Of course," Tongquan said with a bright smile, "I know the home of a forging master, but... "

"I will pay the reward, whether it is his or yours," Harry said calmly, "but in order not to damage our friendship, I must remind you, my goblin friend, that I am Harry Potter - think about the Ministry of Magic?"

"...Of course." The smile on his face faded a lot in an instant, and the copper circle sighed, "Harry Potter, a big shot, but also a big trouble - maybe I shouldn't have accepted the gold Galleon just now."

"But if you had to do it again, you would still take it."

"Of course," Tongquan said without hesitation, "Why not? That's free money."

Harry knew it.

In the agreement between Harry and the Copper Circle, Harry would pay a maximum of one hundred gold Galleons for a half-body mail armor and a warhammer with a shield. Well, that was three hundred gold Galleons cheaper than the Minister of Magic's monthly salary.

To be honest, as a toy set, the price is about right - at least in the eyes of the copper circle, it is a toy.

　Please read on~ Please read on~, otherwise it will be hard to even try it out =. =
　　
　
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