Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 92 91. Malfoy's Growth and Harry's New Collection

But to be honest, when these small spells are piled together, they still have enough power - spells will affect each other, which is the origin of many difficult cases in St. Mungo's Hospital.

Magical magic and magical symptoms.

The Slytherin students who were besieging Malfoy obviously noticed Malfoy's weakness of lacking one-sided vision at the moment, and they tried their best to launch attacks from the four corners of Malfoy's vision - this idea was indeed useful, but to be honest, not very useful.

Under Malfoy's control, the soil beside the stone steps in the courtyard covered the half of his body that lacked vision like armor. Malfoy held the wand tightly in his other hand, relying on the armor formed by the earth element to block the spell, and then continued to fight back with various spells.

To be honest, Malfoy is now like a god of war. He cannot use the earth element to shape the totem he needs in battle like Harry does, so he can only rely on the connection between himself and the earth element plus the earth element pet to fight.

Summon, flow, drive - but more importantly, rely on your own spells as a wizard.

It was even the spell that Voldemort taught in that Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the Stinging Curse.

Several of the people who were besieging Malfoy had been hit by the spell, and their bodies were visibly swollen.

"What?" Neville suddenly turned his head and asked, "Should we help? Malfoy looks like he's dying."

After all, Malfoy is just a first-year wizard, and the only reason he has survived until now is because of the teachings of Harry and Voldemort - well, although this sounds a bit strange, the fact is so magical.

In short, under the siege of so many people, Malfoy was almost unable to hold on.

As for Goyle and Crabbe... these two kids who were not even shamans were knocked to the ground at the first moment and were of no use at all.

"Save Malfoy?!" Ron turned his head sharply and looked at Neville, as if he saw a dancing giant monster. "Are you serious? Us? Go save? Malfoy? Don't forget he scolded you before?"

"But we are all apprentices of the Shaman Club now, Ron, we have to unite," Hermione said seriously, "and Malfoy hasn't caused any trouble for us for a long time, right?"

Neville opened his mouth and finally squeezed out a few words: "Uh...that's what I mean."

"Okay, okay, okay," Ron said irritably, "Let's go, let's go save Malfoy - God, a Weasley who goes to save Malfoy, Dad will be ashamed of me."

"That's not necessarily the case," Harry joked as he walked forward, "Mr. Weasley might be ecstatic. Then he can tell Malfoy's father that his son saved his son."

Ron, the dog's eyes lit up.

The next moment, he rushed out first, shouting loudly -

"Malfoy! I'm here to help you!!"

The boy couldn't wait to write a letter to tell his father about it.

Although they were a group of third and fourth grade students, they were somewhat inferior to Harry and his friends - especially in front of Harry. After recognizing Harry's presence, several of them ran away along the corridor without looking back.

Well, even when they were running away, these people were still covering their faces, as if they were afraid of being seen. As for the rest of them, they dragged up the three unconscious companions on the ground and fled from here as quickly as possible.

Harry and the others did not chase after them.

Almost at the moment when the Slytherin students left, the earthen helmet protecting Malfoy fell to the ground and broke into a pile of stone chips.

Malfoy, who suddenly relaxed, gasped for breath. He also looked at the fleeing figures, but even so, he could not hide the excitement on his face at the moment.

"Um, have you remembered who they are?" Walking up to Malfoy, Hermione hesitated for a moment and then asked, "This way we can identify them in front of the professor."

"No need!" Malfoy flatly rejected Hermione's words. Even though half of his face was swollen, it did not affect the smile on his face at all. "No need to tell anyone, I will win - I will use the power taught by my mentor!"

"Hey! What's your attitude?" Seeing that Hermione's kindness was not accepted, Ron immediately came over unhappily and said, "Hermione wants to help you!"

"I know." The remaining half of Malfoy's face flushed red. He looked at Ron, then at Hermione, and finally uttered a few words through gritted teeth, "Sorry! I mean - for the word I said about you before - sorry!"

After saying this, Malfoy seemed to have spit out a fishbone. His shoulders suddenly relaxed and he felt relieved.

And Ron... he even took a few steps back and rubbed his eyes violently again. This time he didn't seem to see a troll dancing, but Dumbledore dancing in a flowery dress - he meant - how could this be possible? ! !

Malfoy actually apologized!!!

Malfoy actually apologized to a muggle-born wizard!!!
Or is it because of the word Mudblood? ! !

He must be crazy - Ron was absolutely sure of it.

"Uh, no, it's okay." Because she was so shocked, Hermione stuttered a little. "I mean - I accept your apology."

This was more like a complete relief, and Malfoy suddenly turned his head to look at Harry.

"I didn't go against what you taught us, mentor," Malfoy said nervously, "They were the ones who insulted me and my friends first, and also insulted you, mentor, saying that we shamans are all shit!"

"Calm down, Malfoy." Harry tapped Malfoy's swollen face with his wand, and the swelling quickly subsided. "Have you let them know your anger?"

"Of course!" Malfoy's handsome face showed a happy smile, "I was the first to attack. The earth element turned into my fist and knocked one person out directly. As for the others, I can guarantee that they will not feel good. The Malfoy family's curse is never a joke."

Having said that, Malfoy suddenly became nervous again. He looked at Harry, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Remember what I told you in the first class?" Harry patted Malfoy on the shoulder and said, "Save your kindness for your friends, punish your enemies and make them afraid, that's all - have you done it?"

"I have!" Malfoy took a deep breath.

"That's enough," Harry nodded, "Do you need my help?"

"No need." Malfoy clenched his fists, shook his head and said, "I will win, mentor, using the power you taught me."

After saying that, Malfoy walked over and woke up Crabbe and Goyle. Unlike Malfoy's friendly attitude, Crabbe and Goyle looked alert.

"And..." Malfoy turned to look at Neville and said softly, "I'm sorry about what happened before."

After leaving these words, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle supported each other and walked away along the long corridor.

Ron still looked incredulous until the darkness of the night completely engulfed the figures of Malfoy and the other two for several seconds.

"I can't believe my eyes - he's really Malfoy?" Ron turned his head sharply and asked, "He didn't even talk about his dad or that he was going to tell his dad or something. Not only did he not let us tell the professor, he even refused your help, Harry!"

There were so many incredible things happening today that Ron was a little confused.

"He even apologized to Hermione and me!" Neville couldn't believe it and said, "Malfoy has really changed." "Obviously, Malfoy didn't have a good time in Slytherin some time ago," Hermione analyzed seriously, "At least he has discovered that Malfoy's family background or his father's name can't intimidate others."

"Who made him offend so many people?" Ron shrugged and said, "The most important thing is that he really became a shaman priest apprentice. You know, there were not many Slytherins in Harry's first class. I guess he was regarded as a traitor of the school. Even his father would be useless in this matter."

Malfoy's last name is not Voldemort. Faced with the power of the entire Slytherin House, even Lucius Malfoy has to surrender.

"No matter what, I hope he can win," Hermione concluded, "After all, Malfoy is one of us now... If he can make the people in Slytherin House become normal, I think that would be a good thing."

Draco Malfoy's experience did cause Ron and the other two to discuss it for a while, but by the time they returned to the Gryffindor common room, the matter had been put aside.

After all, what Malfoy did before was indeed very offensive. In short, instead of worrying about Malfoy who was in Slytherin, Ron and the other two would rather focus on the room on the fourth floor.

After all, they had been given the key to the door.

Harry couldn't help shaking his head as he watched Ron and the other two rush out of the Gryffindor common room with their invisibility cloaks on and head straight for the fourth floor without even stopping for a moment... Children are just so energetic.

As he thought this, he took out a blood-red gem from the dragon skin bag - this was the treasure that Voldemort had dreamed of most in the past year. It could allow him to regain his body and return to this world, and it could also allow him to take back his power and become powerful again.

Magic stone.

This was Dumbledore's return gift. On the same night that Harry handed Dumbledore the trinket that condensed Quirrell and Voldemort, Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes crossed the space and came to Harry, handing him the stone wrapped in oil paper.

There was also a letter from Dumbledore.

[…By the way, the Philosopher's Stone is not mine. I think you, who are well-read, already know its real owner, that is Nicolas Flamel. I also gave your article to Nicolas… He wants to meet you when you are free…]

【……cautious……】

[…In view of this, I firmly believe that you have enough reason and will to use such a treasure, and Nico also agrees with this…]

【Albus Dumbledore】

In general, it was rare for Dumbledore to write a long letter. In the letter, he was somewhat in line with his current age. He talked a lot about the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel, and what happened in school this year...

But for Harry, the most important thing was that the creator of the Philosopher's Stone wanted to see him in his spare time - he was looking forward to this meeting, and he believed that he would be able to gain some valuable knowledge from this old man who had lived for centuries.

Tauren have always respected their elders for the years they have experienced and for their wisdom.

As for now... Harry's peripheral vision passed over the magnificent colors of the Philosopher's Stone at his fingertips, and in front of his left side was a curtain of light lingering, in which the dim figures of several children were visible.

Who else could it be besides Hermione and the other two?
This is how the shaman's vision technique is used, just like being able to always see the enemy's movements when playing a game. Harry is using the vision technique to observe the adventure of Hermione and the other two.

Until now, Harry has always insisted that Dumbledore's so-called trap was not waiting for Voldemort, but rather waiting for himself.

The only real danger might be the three-headed dog at the door of the room, but when you open the trapdoor under the dog's feet, there is a devil's snare that is designed to prevent people from falling and getting hurt - you will learn about this magical plant in the first-year Herbology class. It will strangle all creatures that fall into its control, and the more violent its movement, the greater its power.

However, all it takes is relaxation or a little light to make the Devil's Snare retreat.

As for the later levels where you have to ride on a flying broom to find the corresponding key, there is no need to say more. It is because of this that Harry feels that these levels are a bit too targeted.

Especially the giant chess that followed, playing chess was Ron's strong point - in short, now that Quirrell and Voldemort had been captured, even the troll in the next level had been sent out of the castle, and the door with burning flames was gone, leaving only the Mirror of Erised in the last room.

But - the most precious treasure that was originally kept in the Mirror of Erised was now being carefully played with at Harry's fingertips.

After seeing the earth element summoned by Neville swing his fists and smash the king on the opposite side of the chessboard into pieces, Harry waved his hand to disperse the light curtain of the vision spell.

This is good, at least it can be treated as a pure entertainment game between a few children.

The Philosopher's Stone is a treasure created by wizards in this world. It uses the alchemy and magic of this world, and the knowledge it contains is extremely profound - so profound that Harry can't understand it at all, he just knows that it is a treasure.

In the final analysis, all the knowledge Harry possessed came from the alien world of Azeroth. Compared with the wizards' magic system, the two were like two trees, one was an apricot tree and the other was a pear tree.

Both may grow to the same height, but they are ultimately two completely different things.

Two tech trees.

Harry can indeed use his existing knowledge to analyze or change some of the wizards' spells or potions, but he still cannot directly overcome the essential differences between the two and achieve a seamless conversion.

As mentioned before, one of the majors Harry studied was alchemy, but this alchemy was completely unrelated to the alchemy in the wizarding world. The alchemy major in Azeroth was more like potions to wizards.

Of course, Harry would not be so wasteful as to conduct irreparable destructive research on a treasure like the Philosopher's Stone, so for a long time, the Philosopher's Stone would probably only be put aside as part of his collection.

Until Harry mastered various subjects such as magic and alchemy in the wizarding world to a certain extent.

"Harry!"

Ron's voice woke Harry from his thoughts. He looked up and saw that several of his friends had returned from their adventure on the fourth floor.

"The expedition is over?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Was it fun?"

"Fun!" Ron said excitedly as he sat down on the chair, "You can't imagine what we found under Lu Wei! What a huge devil's net! And keys flying like birds!"

"We also played a game of wizard chess that was magnified countless times." Neville also added enthusiastically: "To be honest, I think Ron can really participate in wizard chess or other chess competitions in the future. He is really amazing!"

"Oh, forget it, Neville." Ron's face showed embarrassment when he talked about this. "I've reached a dead end and even forced you to take risks. If you hadn't summoned the earth element to blow up that chess piece, I can't imagine what would have happened in the end."

"Don't worry about it, Ron," Neville said nonchalantly, "How can you play chess without sacrificing pieces? I won't blame you - and I think Harry is right, the professors won't set any deadly traps. Well, I guess that chessboard was made by Professor McGonagall, she is very good at Transfiguration."

"I think so too," Hermione nodded and said, "Okay, Ron, don't be so sad, we won, didn't we?"

"Now Neville and I have seen the mirror you two were talking about! The Mirror of Erised!! It's amazing!" Hermione looked at Harry excitedly and said, "I wish my parents could come and see the mirror too. I wonder what they would see."

"Really?" Harry asked curiously, "So what did you see?"

"I saw I--uh" Hermione's face suddenly turned red and her voice stopped.

"What? What did you see?" Ron urged anxiously, "Don't keep us in suspense, Hermione. Harry and I didn't keep you in suspense when we told you what we saw in the mirror."

(End of this chapter)