Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 90 89. Hermione and the others' little game and Hagrid's dragon

And Voldemort's main soul - let's call it that for now, after all, it was it that escaped from the Potter family's house after the murder eleven years ago.

Anyway, eleven years later, the murder victim defeated him himself and built a permanent home for him... hopefully Voldemort liked it.

In that small ornament, Voldemort would feel endless darkness, no light, no sound, and even his own voice became suspicious.

He could not see Quirrell, nor could he find Quirrell. There was only Voldemort in this infinite space. No matter how furious or crazy he was, he could not release his evil to anyone - not even himself.

This was the punishment Harry gave to Voldemort. To be honest, he originally wanted to kill Voldemort outright, but unfortunately, who made Voldemort split his own soul just to make it impossible to kill him?
Harry also tried it. He tried to use the power of his ancestors' souls to shatter this fragment of Voldemort's soul. Then he was surprised to find that every time he shattered a part of Voldemort's soul, the next second, the missing part would return from nothingness, as if time had gone backwards.

Combined with the information given by Dumbledore later, Harry could only come to one conclusion, that is, Voldemort once performed some kind of evil magical ritual to split his soul, and the effect of that ritual was to ensure that as long as there was a fragment of Voldemort's soul in the world, he would never die.

After realizing this, Harry changed his mind and made Voldemort and Quirrell into a small trinket - Voldemort had to be punished there until the fragments of his soul that Voldemort had hidden were found.

That was not bad, at least Voldemort got the kind of, well, torture of his enemies that he had always advocated.

After Gryffindor's gem gained 270 points out of thin air yesterday because of the Quidditch match, it gained another 100 points out of thin air today - to be honest, the students from other colleges who witnessed this almost reported it to the headmaster, accusing Gryffindor of illegally adding points.

Well, they did report it to the headmaster, and the headmaster told them personally that the 100 points were because Harry Potter from Gryffindor defeated the Death Eaters and protected the others in the castle.

Dumbledore concealed the existence of Voldemort and only told the outside world that Quirrell was a Death Eater. After all, it was impossible to hide the fact that the professor of a course disappeared out of thin air.

——Besides, it is normal for the students in the castle for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts to suddenly get into trouble. They have long been accustomed to it.

After hearing Dumbledore's explanation, the originally excited students became even more excited.

Oh, so that's how it is... Professor Quirrell is actually a Death Eater? ? ! !

He wanted to take revenge on Harry by giving him detention, in order to avenge his master? ! !
In the end, he was even defeated miserably by Harry - oh, this is nothing to be excited about.

To this day, everyone in the castle knows the strength that Harry possesses. Even the most stubborn Slytherin will silently admit in a corner of his heart that the savior is indeed the savior, even though he has the strength to make the school open a new course and become the professor of this course when he just entered the school.

What kind of strength is Quirrell? Can he summon a giant that is almost taller than Hogwarts Castle? Can he easily appear in the Daily Prophet?

No, he doesn't have the ability.

So the fact that Harry Potter beat up Quirrell seemed normal to many students - even though Quirrell was a Death Eater.

For a moment, Harry once again became the celebrity of the entire Hogwarts. Considering that he had just fought a battle with the Death Eaters, when Harry woke up from bed the next morning, he was shocked to find that the scene of Christmas had reappeared beside his bed.

——Refers to the fact that it is piled high with gifts.

The gifts this time were all candies that one would bring when visiting a patient, which Ron and his friends enjoyed greatly. Other than that there were some beautiful flower bouquets.

When Harry walked out of the dormitory, the students who had been waiting in the common room surrounded him and asked about Quirrell in a roundabout way or directly. This was not an isolated incident. No matter where Harry went today, there were a lot of students chasing him and asking questions.

So much so that after the History of Magic class, Harry hid directly in his suitcase, where he had no worries about food and drink anyway.

The feeling of being watched only gradually faded after two or three days. At least Harry didn't have to worry about being surrounded by a group of people and asked questions while he was eating.

After dinner on Friday night, Harry gave the Invisibility Cloak to Hermione and the other two, so that they could avoid other people's sight and quietly reach the fourth floor. As for Harry himself... he had the Disillusionment Charm.

This is a spell that allows the user to hide like a chameleon, which can easily conceal one's whereabouts.

It didn't take long for the four of them to arrive at the door of the room on the fourth floor that Dumbledore had warned them not to enter at the beginning of the school year.

"Are you sure we can really go in, Harry?" Neville's voice suddenly sounded in the seemingly empty corridor. "I mean - according to what you said, shouldn't this be a trap prepared by the professors for the You-Know-Who?"

After the matter of Quirrell had been temporarily resolved and the danger in the castle had disappeared, Harry told Hermione and the other two about the things hidden behind it - he had no choice but to tell them, because when he returned to the Gryffindor common room that day, he saw Hermione waiting for him angrily, and she insisted that Harry give an explanation for his deception.

So Harry told them some things between himself and Dumbledore, such as Dumbledore wanting to verify Voldemort's existence through Quirrell, or the trap on the fourth floor, etc.

"Hey, Neville, don't back down at this time," Ron's voice rang out, "Quirrel and Voldemort have been defeated by Harry. If we don't take risks here, it will be too late when the professors clean up the place."

"Although it is a trap for Voldemort, considering that there will be students as daring as Fred and George, the professors will definitely not set a deadly trap inside." Harry waved the magic gun and showed up, saying helplessly: "So are you going in or not? Come up with a conclusion quickly."

Before telling Ron and the other two about this, he had already anticipated the occurrence of this situation - this is Gryffindor, especially this kind of mechanical room with traps to protect treasures, which is simply irresistible to Gryffindor students.

"Of course, why not?" Pulling off the invisibility cloak covering her body, Hermione said confidently, "According to what you said, there won't be any danger anyway, so of course I have to go and see it - I really want to know how Professor McGonagall designs traps, okay?"

"...The Sorting Hat was absolutely right to put you in Gryffindor," Harry sighed.

Hermione had previously mentioned that the Sorting Hat had struggled over whether to put her in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but in the end it chose Gryffindor.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

A small unlocking spell opened the door, and Hermione was even the first one to walk in. She pulled open the wooden door - and then stood there in shock with the other two.

Guarding behind the door was a huge three-headed dog. Hermione's action of opening the door obviously woke it up. The three-headed dog nimbly climbed up from the ground, revealing three huge mouths with sharp teeth, and saliva kept dripping from between its teeth.

Bang! !

Hermione closed the door with a flick of her hand and turned to look at Harry.

"Are you sure there isn't a deadly trap, Harry?" Hermione's face had turned deathly pale, and her voice was trembling. "It looks like it could eat all three of us in one bite."

Hermione's question was also the question of the other two children. Neville even backed out on the spot and wanted to let everyone go back to the dormitory.

"Of course," Harry shrugged. The frightened looks of his friends made him want to laugh.

"So, it's a three-headed dog?" After quickly recovering her breath, Hermione became a little excited. "Because of Newt, I specifically looked through those rare magical creatures, and there is a three-headed dog among them. Its danger level is XXXXX. It may even take the cooperation of more than a dozen wizards to subdue it head-on."

"More than a dozen wizards," Ron swallowed, "It's a trap set for the You-Know-Who. It's cruel enough."

"But magical animals are not wizards after all. If they really fight, they will definitely not be a match for wizards," Hermione retorted. Her mind was thinking quickly, "Well... in this case, what you just said is a little unbelievable, Harry."

"If they were ordinary students, they would know to retreat when they opened the door and saw a three-headed dog like this. I think this is a warning from Headmaster Dumbledore to those curious students. What do you think, Harry?" Hermione finally asked.

"So?" "I think we may really have to go back, because the three-headed dog is not something that ordinary students can deal with. If someone really chooses to defeat such a dangerous magical animal after seeing it and then continue to explore down, then it is very reasonable for him to fall into some deadly traps," Hermione said hesitantly.

"Do you need my help?" Harry asked.

"Not yet," Hermione said simply, "Let's go!"

"Ah? Where are you going?" Ron asked stupidly.

"Of course we should ask Hagrid first," Hermione analyzed seriously, "With Hagrid's knowledge of those dangerous magical animals, he might be able to give us some useful solutions - Harry, we don't need your help with this matter, we can definitely find a solution ourselves!"

Hermione actually felt a sense of resistance.

"It sounds like you haven't given up yet," Harry shrugged and said, "Okay, whatever you want, but if you find a solution, remember to take me with you."

He did not intend to intervene. In Harry's opinion, his friends had simply found an interesting game to play. Intervention by him would only ruin their gaming experience, so he only needed to watch from the side and ensure safety.

Harry had used his vision technique to see what Dumbledore had called the trap in advance... It was indeed not difficult and any first-year student who listened carefully could easily get through it. Harry even doubted whether the trap was set for Voldemort or for himself.

So Harry watched Hermione and the other two walking towards Hagrid's hut while having a heated discussion.

"Speaking of which, Harry," Ron suddenly turned around and asked, "If we saw it correctly that day, Quirrell and, uh, the mysterious man were imprisoned in the totem by you?"

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"Doesn't that mean your prediction was wrong?" Ron scratched his head.

"I've said this many times before. The divination of a shaman is not the same as the prophecy of a wizard," Harry explained. "You'll learn this in the club's later courses. Divination can be interfered with or guided, and even a completely different picture can appear. So remember not to be superstitious about the results of divination."

"Oh, okay," Ron sighed.

"There's no need to be so disappointed," Harry consoled. "You have to know that both divination and prophecy need to be interpreted. You can also interpret the picture of Quirrell as him lying on the ground dying, not long for his death. It only represents a state - doesn't it sound like sophistry?"

"Ah? Can it be like this?" Neville opened his mouth in amazement.

"This is why I have been warning you not to be superstitious about divination," Harry said seriously. "As you gain more experience and do divination for yourself more often, you will realize this more... Here we are."

When they did arrive, the door to Hagrid's hut was locked.

"He's not home?" Ron said as he stepped forward and patted him hard, "Are you home, Hagrid?"

dong dong dong.

"Oh!—oh—oh! Good God!"

There was a sudden noise from the hut, as if Hagrid had knocked something over, and it made a clanging sound.

Without feeling sorry for Hagrid for a moment, Ron hammered on the door rapidly.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Hagrid's rough face appeared from the crack of the door. He looked in a very bad condition - even with Hagrid's physique, there were dark circles around his eyes.

"It's you guys." Hagrid glared at Ron, who hammered the door the loudest. "What's the matter?"

"There's something wrong with you, Hagrid," Hermione's eyes became sharp, "You didn't even invite us in - what's in your room?"

"Nothing!" It was a completely conditioned reflex reaction. Looking at the strange looks from several people, Hagrid admitted defeat. "Okay, okay, you clever little ghosts, come in."

Finally, they made room for a gap. Hagrid even acted like a thief. After Harry and the other three walked in, he even stuck his head out to look around the room.

Then when he turned around, he saw Harry and three others checking his room in detail.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hagrid quickly locked the door and ran to the fireplace in a panic, "Don't look around, you guys!"

"I've seen it all, Hagrid," Hermione said in disbelief, "It's a - a dragon egg?!"

In Hagrid's roaring fireplace, a huge egg was roasting in the flames.

"Well, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Hagrid sighed deeply, but his voice suddenly became proud. "Yes! This is a dragon egg! I have been taking good care of it for more than a week. If my calculations are correct, the little dragon should be able to hatch in about three or four days."

"But it's illegal to keep a dragon privately! Hagrid!" Hermione shouted in a low voice, "If you're caught, you'll be thrown into Azkaban!"

"What? Azkaban!" Hagrid was obviously panicked. "No, well, it shouldn't be. No one can know."

"Indeed not. Raising dragons in private is nothing new, Hermione." Harry was observing the dragon egg with interest. "Don't forget Newt's box. The people in the Ministry of Magic know very well what is in Newt's box, but they will pretend not to see it - otherwise Newt will probably be locked up in Azkaban until he dies of old age."

"But Newt is an internationally renowned master of magical creatures!" Hermione immediately retorted: "Hagrid is not as famous as Newt, and he - in short, if he is discovered, the Ministry of Magic will never let him go."

Hermione actually wanted to talk about Hagrid's race, but the topic was sensitive and Hagrid himself was quite concerned about it, so she skipped it.

"Then just don't get caught," Neville said nonchalantly. He looked at the dragon egg excitedly and said, "I never thought you could get a dragon egg! Hagrid! This is so cool!!"

"Aha! Pretty cool, isn't it?" Hagrid laughed and patted Neville on the shoulder, almost making the boy fall from the sofa into the fireplace. He said happily, "This is my trophy! I won it playing cards with someone in the bar."

Seeing that these two people didn't take her words to heart at all, Hermione immediately sat down on the chair and sulked.

"The bar? That's the -?" Harry asked.

"That's right," Hagrid nodded, "You have no idea how brave I was that day. No one could match me!"

"Really? No wonder I haven't seen you basically this week," Harry said with a smile.

"Well, that's true - but I know about your situation, and I went to see you, Harry," Hagrid said quickly, "I never thought Quirrell was a Death Eater. I don't know what's wrong with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class now, it's full of dangerous guys!"

Hagrid seemed to be getting angrier as he spoke; he was really concerned about Harry being threatened by the Death Eaters.

(End of this chapter)