Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 77 76. Snape's Gift and Night Tour of the Castle

Because just from the exaggerated imitations of Peeves' expressions and movements, Harry could already feel how disgusting the headmaster was. For example, he banned students from playing Quidditch because a pure-blood student was injured in the game. Harry suspected that this was why Dumbledore was not as enthusiastic as Professor McGonagall when it came to Quidditch.

Phineas, this is the name of the headmaster. Harry still remembers this name because when he went to the headmaster's office for the first time to have a showdown with Dumbledore, the headmaster named Phineas behaved very unfriendly. Well, even the portraits of other headmasters did not like him.

In addition, Peeves also imitated the headmaster's words and deeds when facing Muggle students. It was so bad and funny that he would even hang the students who made mistakes in the dungeon and whip them, which made many students spit in anger.

——Of all the people attending the Christmas party today, Filch is probably the only one who would miss the headmaster.

Just because of his dungeon and whip.

To be honest, Harry was glad that Hogwarts had abolished these... unreasonable rules when he entered school, and that the headmaster was not the disgusting Phineas, otherwise he couldn't guarantee what he would do.

When the Christmas party came to an end, almost all the students agreed that Headmaster Phineas was probably the most disgusting headmaster of all the Hogwarts headmasters - because at the strong request of the students, Peeves also imitated other headmasters.

The comparison results are very obvious.

Peeves was the star of the whole party today. Harry noticed that many students even changed their views of Peeves because of this... Well, Harry could only pray for them, praying that if they met Peeves in the corridor tomorrow and greeted him enthusiastically, they would not be pelted with water bombs.

It was impossible to completely stop Peeves from playing pranks. In fact, it was already very hard for him to endure the whole day - this was the nature of Peeves.

It is true that if you don't play pranks you will die.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Snape." When the party was almost over, Harry asked Snape, who had come to his side, "Would you like a drink?"

He had secretly filled his glass with Gulliver, a fiery drink that Harry loved very much, especially in this cold winter.

"Excessive drinking will make your hands unstable," Snape said expressionlessly, "Perhaps the Ministry of Magic should introduce a truly useful law that prohibits minors from drinking."

"Don't worry, Professor," Harry said nonchalantly, "It's just that this degree doesn't affect me - by the way, have you tried the gift I gave you? I think it's quite interesting."

"Very interesting idea." Speaking of the formula, Snape seemed to become more active. He commented: "It's not difficult, and the effect is very unique, but it's also very empty... It only produces some changes in appearance."

"But it's really shiny, isn't it?" Harry said with a smile, "I call this kind of potion toy potion. Their biggest function is to make people feel that they are fun. As long as they are interesting enough, that's enough."

There are still many interesting potions that can be made by the alchemy profession in Azeroth. Harry has also specially exchanged many interesting recipes from other pharmacists in the past. If there is a chance and he comes across the right materials, he would be happy to reproduce them in this world.

"Toy potion..." Snape's expression suddenly became a little subtle. "I think you need to use the talent your mother left you with caution... I will send this potion to "Flowing Spells" for you."

Although it sounds like a magazine about spell research, in fact, "Flowing Spells" is a magazine about potion research. Whenever the potion masters have any new discoveries, they will be published in this magazine.

In fact, every year many new potion masters try to research new formulas of potions on their own, and then send the formulas to "Flowing Spells" after achieving certain results, hoping that they can become famous overnight - it's a pity that the progress of most people basically lingers on failed poisons.

"If their average intelligence is higher than that of the troll and their eyes are normal, they should be able to give it a reasonable evaluation," Snape said leisurely. The way he spoke made Ron, who was still gnawing on a pork chop, tremble involuntarily and did not dare to look up.

"Send it to a magazine?" Harry asked in surprise, "Is it necessary?"

"Of course," Snape nodded, "I think Madam Primpynell's Beauty Apothecary would be very interested in introducing this potion... Use that gift well, Harry."

After signaling to Harry, Snape turned around, threw away his black robe and left.

Harry also realized belatedly what his shining potion meant to witches - they didn't need to drink a whole bottle until their whole body was as shiny as a mirror, they just needed to take a small sip before going out or to a party.

Well, perhaps the only ones who are faster than Mrs. Primpianer are Mr. Fred and Mr. George.

Snape had just left when these two men appeared from the blind spot of sight like rolling clay, pushed Ron aside, and sat down next to Harry, one on the left and one on the right.

"No wonder you never say bad things about Snape, Harry. If the old bat had the same attitude towards me, I would probably not be able to help but lick his ass," George sighed as he sat down.

"That's right, George licks the right half, and I'll lick the left half." Fred followed suit and said, "You have to lick him until his skin is wrinkled and broken."

"Wait, why don't you lick the right half and I lick the left half?" George protested.

"Okay, I'll give you the right side," Fred said generously, "After all, you are my best brother."

"Ugh! Can you please go to the side and say such disgusting things?!" Angelina, who was sitting across the table, couldn't help but make a sound of condemnation, "We're still eating!"

"Yeah, yeah," Ron also complained, "You guys are getting more and more disgusting, Fred, George."

"Shut up, Ron, or we'll let you know what brotherly love is," Fred threatened.

"...Why not threaten Angelina?" Ron rolled his eyes and whispered.

"Anyway, Harry, our great king," Fred hugged Harry's shoulders enthusiastically.

"Yes, our Lord, during your intimate conversation with Snape -"

"Two confused and devout believers happened to capture a shining existence—"

"That's light!"

"That's right! And it's the light among lights!"

"——That's the toy potion!!"

Fred and George spoke rapidly, one after another, and then they sang in unison in perfect harmony.

"Harry! For the sake of us being your most devout believers!"

"Great God Harry! Please grant us the potion!"

"We are willing to offer Gareon as a sacrifice! May the great god -"

"That's enough! That's enough!" Harry covered his face helplessly after the water sealed the noisy twins' mouths.

To be honest, Fred and George always made Harry feel a bit like the goblins who came to sell door-to-door sales in Azeroth.

It was a rapid-fire conversation and a bombardment of information.

"No need for Galleons. I collected all the materials from the Forbidden Forest anyway." Harry took out a few bottles of potion from his dragonhide bag and placed them on the table. "At present, there is only this shining potion, which can make you look very clean, so clean that it reflects light."

"Can I have one too, Harry?" Angelina asked curiously.

"Of course, no problem," Harry thought for a moment and added, "But the effect of the potion is still under testing. If you have any adverse reactions, remember to give me feedback."

The three people's movements suddenly stopped for a second.

"No problem!" Fred assured.

It was a very wonderful Christmas. The only thing that made Harry a little regretful was that he did not receive any Christmas presents from Quirrell and Voldemort... He had given them the gifts in advance so that the two of them would have time to prepare gifts in return.

I don't know what their reaction was when they received their gifts. Following the roast turkey, the red Christmas pudding is served. If you are lucky enough, you can eat silver flakes in the pudding - provided you don't bite it too hard.

Percy got a piece, which made him very happy, but also made him hold his teeth in pain for a long time.

When several people walked out of the restaurant, everyone's stomach was rounder than before they entered, and when viewed from the side of their robes, it looked like a big bulge.

Without even a moment's rest, Fred and George started a war - a snowball war.

The twins seemed to have endless energy. They rushed out of the restaurant cheering. Then, without fear of the cold, they quickly made two snowballs and threw them at Ron and Harry, as well as other people coming out of the restaurant.

It didn't take long before it turned into a big melee between the four colleges.

In the open space in front of the restaurant, snowballs of all sizes were flying back and forth in the air like rain, and the battle became more and more intense. In the end, no one was making snowballs with their hands anymore, but instead used magic wands to direct the snowballs to be thrown out in rows.

Well, a primitive man like Ron, who was still making snowballs with his hands, fell down after being hit by more than a dozen snowballs in a few seconds, and was immediately dragged out of the battlefield by Harry.

Ron was still angry until he was sitting in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, wrapped in a blanket and playing wizard chess. He strongly accused the cheating behavior of using magic to play snowball fights.

"Give a pawn! Harry! This is where the pawn should be given up!!" Percy, who was sitting next to Harry, was even more excited than Harry, the chess player.

Well, Percy also withdrew at about the same time... and fled the battlefield. It’s not his fault, after all, Fred and George’s initial target was Percy.

Just hit me, just hit me.

"Although I have no objection to selectively giving up some soldiers for the sake of the final victory, abandoning the knights here is just pure chaos, right?" Harry looked at Percy speechlessly, "Can you be quiet?"

Percy is a huge chess idiot.

The most important thing is that he likes to give instructions from the side and just refuses to play chess himself.

Harry had seen through this since he lost the last game - to be honest, Ron's ability in wizard chess was beyond reproach, he was extremely strong.

If Percy hadn't been there to point fingers and nag him, Harry didn't think he would have lost miserably in the last game.

"If you can't find a satisfactory job after graduation, I think you can go play in the game, Ron." Watching Ron's knight chop off his king's head, Harry sighed and admitted his defeat. "After all, you are very good at both Gobstones and Wizard Chess. This is also a kind of talent."

"Really? Harry?" Ron said happily. He had even begun to imagine himself winning the Gobstone League championship in the future.

Young people have active minds.

This was the first holiday for the first-year students at Hogwarts, and Ron was so excited that he couldn't stop.

They played until curfew, and Ron couldn't wait to yell at Harry to take out the invisibility cloak so that the two of them could go out for a night out together.

Harry had indeed wandered at night, but not inside the castle. Instead, he wandered in the Forbidden Forest - after all, some herbs can only be picked at night, and some animal materials are also easier to collect at night.

So Hogwarts at night was quite unfamiliar to him.

In Hogwarts, an ancient castle full of history, there are spirits in many places, especially those old objects that are hundreds of years old. Most of them have their own spirits - to be honest, Harry thinks this is quite scary.

For example, one time when he was using the bathroom in the corridor on the right side of the third floor, he discovered that the toilet at the innermost part was actually spiritual... Perhaps some students would run here to vent their emotions or pour out their unhappiness when they were wronged.

Anyway...Harry usually walked around these kinds of objects.

Some spirits appear during the day, and some wander around at night. It was Harry's first time wandering around Hogwarts late at night, and he indeed met many creatures that he could not meet during the day.

It's a pity for Ron.

Whenever Ron saw Harry suddenly turn his head and talk to something in the empty corridor, he couldn't help but clamp his arms together, subconsciously wanting to get closer to Harry, but after getting closer he rationally moved further away.

"...He's gone?" Ron couldn't help but ask after hearing Harry stop talking again.

"Well, gone, but to be precise it should be her," Harry replied.

"Okay, okay, she... I didn't expect those, uh, spirits... anyway, they would have gender distinctions. According to what you said, Harry, they don't even have bodies, so how can they have genders?" Ron muttered.

"It has to do with the reason for their birth and what they came into contact with later. There is no fixed way to distinguish them." Harry shrugged and continued to walk forward while saying: "Some spirits still look like cabinets or tables."

Harry quite liked talking to these ancient spirits in Hogwarts, but unfortunately most of them were too weak to talk to Harry directly. They could only make some meaningless hums or express a simple emotion, such as anger, joy, confusion, etc.

The older ones can communicate, but they can't remember many things. It's like a bucket with a limited capacity. Only a little can be put in each time. Once the limit is reached, they will forget their oldest memories. Harry even has to introduce himself to them again every time.

As for the large spirits with tangible shapes and normal memories and thinking, Harry had never seen any, which was a pity - he really wanted to understand the changes in Hogwarts and wizards of all generations from the perspective of these spirits.

"...You mean there are students fighting behind you?" Harry raised his eyebrows. He took a look at the back of the armor and saw that it was indeed a wall.

"Oh, there is still a way, right?"

"It's not a road? It's a secret room? The password is——"

"Hmm? Put your arms up?"

From Ron's perspective, this was Harry talking to himself constantly, asking questions and answering them himself, and it felt more and more scary and very neurotic.

Finally, Harry drew his wand and tapped the statue's arms, making it raise its arms and cheer.

Then the bricks on the wall behind the statue melted like water, revealing a large round hole. There was indeed a secret room inside.

Putting aside his nervousness for the moment, Ron quickly went in and took a quick look.

"There's nothing valuable, Harry," Ron said regretfully. "That's not surprising. If there were anything valuable, it wouldn't be our turn to take it. But there are some unopened chocolates on the table. Do you want to try some?"

Ron tossed one to Harry as he stuffed a piece into his mouth.

"No." Harry shook his head and threw the chocolate back. "I don't like sweets at night. Let's go. I guess you want to have a different and exciting experience by venturing out at night."

As he spoke, Harry walked forward, but after a few steps he did not hear Ron's response, nor did he even hear the sound of him catching up.

"...Ron?" Harry turned around and said in surprise, and then saw Ron - uh, standing there stupidly.

"where is she?"

"what?"

Harry didn't understand.

"Where is she?!" Ron suddenly became excited, "Lottie Lawrence! Where is she?!!"

(End of this chapter)