Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 9 9. Parents' Souls

Many people believe that shamans serve elemental forces and are servants of elemental forces, but in fact, the two are often in a state of equal communication.

Because elements have their own will, they can be happy, angry, betrayal, and hostile to each other... Shamans need to maintain a balance between the elements so that they don't become too hostile to each other and cause disorder.

This is a mutually reinforcing process: the elements will become integrated and balanced because of the existence of the shaman, and the shaman will become rich and strong because of the power of the elements.

Harry was sure that even in the world where he was born, there was a considerable degree of elemental power. This was not only because he had summoned the dormant elements, but also because this world was harmonious and balanced.

The lack of water element will cause rivers to dry up, the lack of earth element will make the earth barren, the lack of wind element will make the air dead, and the lack of fire element will cause everything to decay.

Moreover, neither lack nor fullness is appropriate; only balance is the most suitable environment for human survival.

—and from what Harry had seen so far, the elemental forces in this world were undoubtedly balanced.

Lighting a bunch of mallow and sage, Harry sniffed their smoke carefully - soft floral scent with a slightly powdery feel, strong and pungent with a hint of camphor, very good, this smell is very good.

Although different worlds have different herbs, in terms of efficacy, Harry has to admit that the centaurs in this world made the right choice.

It was said that the centaurs' priests would also use this kind of divination to guide the tribe. Harry was already curious about meeting his peers in this world.

But what is giving Harry a headache now is how he should carve a totem for sacrifice. Generally speaking, totems for battle can be directly condensed with earth elements, but totems for sacrifice often have to be carved by hand to be meaningful and more likely to be recognized by the elements.

After looking through the magic books he bought, he found that there were indeed spells that could help him do this. However, after trying it, Harry had to admit that it was still too difficult for him at the moment.

Plus, I haven't figured out the temperament of the elements in this world yet, and even the sacrifices are difficult to prepare, so I might as well just keep things simple.

While the Dursleys are away - well, although the Dursleys are now in a good mood towards Harry because of the promise of Harry's inheritance, their blood pressure would still rise if they saw Harry actually performing a magical ceremony in their own home.

So, considering the previous situation, Harry chose the shadow of the garden fence, a place that would not attract much attention.

The fruits collected from the refrigerator, Dudley's snacks, and Uncle Vernon's wine were neatly arranged as offerings.

Harry called upon the power of the earth element, and a totem carved with water ripples rose from the garden and was inserted into the ground as he muttered something. The water ripples on it were either calm or like turbulent waves.

Following that, three more totems, each carved with earth, wind, and fire patterns, were created one after another and inserted into the ground. The patterns carved on them all came from the knowledge Harry learned in the Tauren tribe, and were full of a beauty of savagery and power.

"...Storm, Earth, Fire, heed my call!"

He raised his arms and shouted, and suddenly, the mallow and sage in front of Harry burst into flames. They were still green leaves with new buds, but the flames were so strong that it seemed as if they had been dry for a long time.

The dark green smoke did not drift into the sky or flow with the natural wind. Instead, it coiled around Harry's neck like a snake and entered his nostrils.

In a trance, Harry's mind entered a trance state under the stimulation of the spice. The real world was gradually drifting away from him, and unpredictable colors flooded around him and enveloped him.

Harry seemed to hear a low hum, like the giant's breathing, heavy and steady, but as deafening as thunder to mortals.

They seemed to be telling something, the sound of waves, the tearing lightning, the crisp sound of dead branches bursting...

It was a long time before Harry opened his eyes until the mallow and sage in front of him had burned out.

The elements are in a very depressed state, as if something happened in ancient times and the elements were severely damaged, so that they have been dormant ever since.

Rather than saying that the spells Harry cast before were the elements responding to him and showing their power, it would be more accurate to say that he was relying on spells to forcibly drive the power of the elements, just like those shamans who had gone astray.

"This is really... a big project..."

Harry couldn't help but sigh.

If such a major event like this, where the elements of the entire world were weakened to the point of being silent, happened in Azeroth, Harry would have gone to the shaman organization, the Earthen Ring, overnight to seek help to revive the elements and restore their strength.

But unfortunately, in the world where he was born, Harry felt that he was probably the only one who could shoulder this responsibility, because from the books he bought, he saw that the power of wizards was constantly weakening.

But what can one person do?

As a mage, Jaina's power was strong enough, but even so powerful, she could only watch her city Theramore being bombed to the ground.

What about yourself?
Harry looked at his hands. If he wanted to practice shamanism in this world and fulfill the oath he made on the day he became a shaman, to revive the elemental forces of this world and maintain their balance, then it was foreseeable that this kind of thing could not be accomplished by himself alone.

Just like his respected Tauren Shaman Moon Earthfury founded the Earthen Ring, an organization to protect the world and maintain the balance of elements, its scope has gradually changed from a Tauren Shaman organization to a neutral shaman organization between the Alliance and the Horde.

Perhaps I also need to create an organization in this world to work together - but that is all a bit too far-fetched.

Harry stood up.

After all, I am still young now, and I am afraid that not many people would be willing to listen to a child, let alone the teachings from a child.

—Maybe I should try another one?
Harry, who was originally planning to pack up and leave, suddenly turned around. He remembered one thing he had noticed when he was curiously flipping through wizard books - there are ghosts in the wizarding world.

When a wizard dies, if he is obsessed enough to let go or is unwilling to give up, his soul will return to this world in the form of a ghost.

Soul - In addition to elements, this is another area of advantage for shamans. Not only can they communicate with souls to gain wisdom, they can even summon souls to assist them in work or battle.

Then the question is...my parents...should also be wizards, right?
parents.

Every time he touched upon these two words, Harry's emotions became extremely complicated - in his life, there were three couples who could be given this title.

However, the people he identified with the most were the Bloodhoof couple, a respectable tauren couple who raised him and had no blood relationship with him.

Waving his hand to disperse the four totems symbolizing the four elements, Harry recited the spell again. This time, there was only one totem created by the earth element under his command - in the totem culture of the Minotaur, the one that represented the worship of ancestors was much thicker.

The patterns on the totem poles were engraved with the great minotaurs who had sacrificed their lives for the tribe over countless years. Well, although Harry was not calling on the ancestors of the minotaurs, considering his own bloodline... it should be okay? Closing his eyes and calling on the guidance of the ancestral souls was the most basic instinct for any shaman. Countless times of calling had already made Harry familiar with it.

This time, unlike the previous time when he called upon the elements and heard more symbolic whispers of elements, this time Harry found himself in a fog in a trance.

Dark smoke enveloped everything around him. He seemed to be walking on a road with no end in sight. Apart from the road under his feet, all that surrounded him was this endless dark blue fog.

It seemed like there were many people hiding in the fog, watching him with curiosity or greed in their eyes - was this the world after death that belonged to this world?
Harry's spiritual sense was aware of something, but to him, all this was not worth fearing.

The guidance of the spirit made Harry keep moving forward, moving forward, following the connection extending from his body, grasping the invisible rope...

Finally, Harry saw two spirits, a man and a woman.

And when Harry in the real world finally opened his eyes, he saw the two souls floating in front of him with the same confused looks on their faces.

The translucent blue-green body was different from the pearly milky white described in wizard books. It also emitted a faint blue-green smoke. The soul body prevented Harry from seeing whether the woman's eyes were the same emerald color as his own, as Hagrid and Ollivander said, but at least he could see the outline of the man's face.

It was so similar to the face he had seen in the mirror countless times in Azeroth.

Oh, maybe I said it the wrong way. I should say that I look like a man.

"...Harry?" The woman's voice trembled as if she finally realized what was happening. She stretched out her arms. "You are Harry, right?"

A hug from a ghost.

To be honest, this feeling is not pleasant. The feeling of the ghost passing through the body is like being poured with a bucket of ice water from head to toe while naked in the middle of winter. It is a feeling of being cold from body to soul.

Harry sighed and turned to look at the woman who was looking at him sadly. Not being able to hug her made her look even sadder.

"Well, it's me." Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally called out those two words, "...Mother."

Relieved.

When in Azeroth, Harry did resent his biological parents and wanted to question them why they abandoned him, leaving him to live under someone else's roof and grow up under the scolding of his aunt and uncle.

It was also this resentment and the love from the Bloodhoof couple that made Harry finally abandon his human identity and choose to grow up as a tauren in Azeroth.

And, be steadfast.

However, after getting used to all this and returning to the world of the eleven-year-old again, Harry suddenly learned that his biological parents did not abandon him intentionally, but sacrificed as a hero. Then, something seemed to be unlocked.

Just like the heroes who sacrificed their lives to protect Azeroth.

This certainly cannot affect Harry's mature values and established self-awareness, but for him, at least he will no longer resent his biological parents.

At least - they must love me, just like the Bloodhoof family.

"And of course, you, father."

Turning his head, Harry looked at the male soul that floated around in front of him and said helplessly - he was constantly winking at him.

"Ahaha!" Harry's father, James Potter, flipped in the air, "Finally! I heard my child's voice!"

Do ghosts have tears?

Harry could see tears in his mother, Lily Potter's eyes, her expression full of relief and emotion.

There are countless words that can never be said. This is a conversation that transcends life and death, a conversation between deceased parents and grown-up children.

only--

Crack!

There was the soft crackling sound of Apparition, a sound Harry had become accustomed to.

And when he turned around, he saw a, uh, gloomy-looking man standing on the street facing the garden. Not only that, his neighbor Mrs. Figg was walking towards the man with a nervous look on her face - both of them were looking at him.

No, Harry discovered that the wizard who Apparated to the edge of the garden was not so much looking at him as he was looking at the soul beside him - his mother.

"...Lily."

The wind carried the man's whispers to Harry's ears.

'Oh?' Harry thought. 'That seems interesting.'

"Oh! Snotlout!" James Potter also noticed the sound and turned around and made a disgusted sound, "Why is it you?"

"Don't talk like that, James, there are children here." Not too light, not too heavy - well, Harry didn't know whether this punch between souls was light or heavy, anyway, Lily gave James a blow.

The gloomy-looking man seemed to have heard nothing, his eyes still fixed on Lily Potter.

This kind of look naturally aroused James Potter's dissatisfaction. He stood in front of his wife, but unfortunately his translucent soul body could not block anything.

"Hey! Snotlout! Do you want to get beaten?!" James said angrily, "Don't look at Lily like that!"

"I told you not to do this in front of the children!" Lily probably twisted James' waist and floated away. She looked at the wizard with a complicated expression and said, "Severus...are you okay?"

It was as if he was suddenly struck by lightning. Harry clearly saw the gloomy-looking man shudder and his whole body shook violently.

　Please read on, brothers. =. If you don't read enough, you can't even try it out, woo woo woo
　　
　
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