Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 95 94. Uncle Vernon's Change and Harry Selling the Formula
Ten thousand pigs are running! !
The dust raised by the intense running and the deafening roar of the pigs were so horrifying that Uncle Vernon instinctively closed his eyes and turned around, as if he was ready to leave his life and death to God and fight it out.

He could feel the foul wind blowing in his face, mixed with the stench of fish and pigs, and even the dust particles raised by the galloping pigs hitting his back. Uncle Vernon closed his eyes tightly, waiting - waiting - waiting -

Nothing happened.

In other words, he could only hear the pigs' squealing becoming weaker and weaker, and the sound of pigs' hooves stepping on the ground never decreased, but no pig touched him.

Uncle Fenon suddenly opened his eyes, shuddered and turned around abruptly - as he stared in amazement, the suitcase under his nephew's feet was like a bottomless pit that could never be filled. The pigs were rushing in like crazy, and the seemingly small suitcase was constantly devouring the pigs.

Finally, all the 500 pigs Harry bought were put into the suitcase world. He closed the suitcase again and locked the buckle.

perfect.

Harry is very optimistic about these little pigs and hopes that they can grow up freely and healthily in the suitcase world and fill the gap at the bottom of the food chain.

Crazy little wild boar↓
"So, so - they - it -" stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence. Uncle Vernon's eyes widened and his hands kept pointing at the suitcase in Harry's hand.

"They're still alive." Harry raised his eyebrows at his uncle and said with a smile, "You can think of it as another space inside the box. Although I really want to take you in to have a look, I'm afraid it will ruin your good first impression since I'm currently breaking ground inside. So let's wait until summer vacation."

The scene inside the suitcase has not been very good these days. After all, the mountains have been moved, the water has been changed, the trees have been relocated, and the lake has been dug. As a direct result, the entire suitcase world has become like it has some disease, with bald patches here and there, which is very ugly.

"Oh... okay, okay," Uncle Vernon murmured in disbelief, "This is really..."

He wanted to say something like "incredible witchcraft", but years of habit prevented him from uttering these words.

Uncle Vernon remained in such a state of disbelief until the two men walked out of the door together. Behind them, the farmer looked inside and was shocked to find that the 500 pigs had all disappeared - but the two men went in empty-handed and came out empty-handed! !
No cattle trucks, nothing!!
This overly shocking image instantly reminded him of countless horror stories, even alien UFO abductions and so on, which were popular in that era.

"Hey, sir?"

Just as the farmer was trapped in all kinds of terrifying associations and unable to extricate himself, he suddenly heard a call from behind, which made his legs tremble like sieves.

"Listen, man, I have nothing to do with your coming to Earth--" Turning suddenly, the farmer raised his hands and shouted, but his words stopped abruptly.

Well, not because he was abducted by aliens, of course, but because Harry took out his wand and waved it.

It took only a few seconds for Harry to retract his wand, but the farmer had calmed down and even smiled.

In his memory, everything was normal today. The generous Mr. Vernon Dursley had already shipped away the pigs he had ordered, and he was just here to see them off.

"No need to send me off, sir," Harry thanked him politely, "Your pigs are great, I hope your farm will prosper."

"Uh, thank you, you're welcome to come again next time."

The farmer waved goodbye to Harry and Uncle Vernon, and they were now walking towards Uncle Vernon's parked car.

"So, that man's head was damaged by your witchcraft?" Uncle Vernon asked suddenly, panting, as if he was walking like a robot and even limping.

"Of course not." Harry shook his head. "I just told him not to worry about the missing pigs. After all, we didn't hire enough trucks to transport them, and people would notice something unusual."

"So, wizards have always been like this?" Uncle Vernon's eyebrows were almost wrinkled. "When there is something wrong, they just wave their little wooden sticks?"

"Don't worry, uncle." Seeing Uncle Vernon's uneasiness, Harry patted his arm and said, "I can swear to you that you, your aunt, and Dudley's memories are all safe. At least there is no magic affecting our relationship."

Uncle Vernon did not easily believe Harry's words, and his brows were still furrowed.

He was carefully searching through his past memories, and Vernon was very sure that he had found the evidence he wanted in his head - such as the memory of punishing the boy by locking him in a closet and only giving him dry bread to eat, or sending him to fetch newspapers and mow the lawn - and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is really no problem. After all, if there really is a wizard who uses their witchcraft to change my brain, then I will definitely not be able to do such a thing.

"Okay," Uncle Vernon snorted twice, "That's it, kid, I should go back too."

With a clear cry and accompanied by firelight, Fawkes reappeared on Harry's shoulder - the smell of those pigs was too stinky, and the clean-loving Phoenix had already hidden outside.

"Do you need Fawkes to give you a ride, uncle?" Harry turned his head and looked at the phoenix on his shoulder. "You should be able to take a car across space, right? Fawkes?"

Well, Harry was pretty sure he saw a harsh, accusatory look in Fawkes's eyes.

Obviously, Dumbledore and Dumbledore's Phoenix are not to be confused.

But Uncle Vernon himself was reluctant.

"Oh! Forget it!" Uncle Vernon started the car hastily, as if he was running for his life, and kept saying, "I can't imagine what the neighbors would say if a car suddenly appeared at my doorstep. Oh my God, it would be too embarrassing, weird! Disgusting!"

"Okay, then be careful, uncle," Harry said helplessly.

"You too, kid!" Uncle Vernon honked the horn. "See you during the summer vacation! Tell your owl to be careful and not fly in so brazenly!"

"I'll tell Jaina," Harry waved his hand, "see you during the summer vacation."

After watching Uncle Vernon driving away quickly in his car, Harry couldn't help but shake his head slightly - it seemed that he and his uncle's family still had a long way to go.

But compared to before, it is much better now.

Taking out a handful of dill leaves and feeding them to Fawkes, Harry touched the phoenix's beautiful and smooth feathers.

"I'll have to trouble you to take me back, Fox."

With the cry of a phoenix and surrounded by flames, Harry returned to Hogwarts.

Before the Phoenix completed its mission and left, Harry urgently took out a handful of herbs - this time the herbs were more precious, including rare items such as Mandrake leaves.

Fox enjoyed his meal.

"Are you interested in helping out in your free time?" Touching the phoenix's long tail, Harry smiled kindly, "It must be boring to stay in the principal's office all day, right?"

He is trying to abduct Dumbledore's phoenix.

After all, as long as you have Fawkes in your hand, it is like carrying a wizard who can open doors everywhere. You can go wherever you want on weekdays, even places like Hogwarts that are cast with an anti-Apparition spell. It is very convenient.

No one should be able to refuse such convenience, right? "...There are more herbs to eat every day. You should know that I am a shaman and I am also proficient in herbal medicine. This means that I may be able to cultivate many new varieties of herbs, and you can change your taste at that time." Seeing that Fox was quite interested, Harry quickly added.

Fox chirped twice more.

"You mean you don't want to be as busy as Dumbledore?"

Fox nodded.

"No problem, of course no problem," Harry said repeatedly, "I'll just ask you to take me somewhere at most. You don't need to work in a box like Dumbledore."

As he said this, Fox suddenly let out a long cry, and it seemed like it was laughing.

After laughing, it bent its neck and pecked Harry's ear lightly, then disappeared in the firelight.

There was no look of disappointment, and Harry knew that Fawkes's final meaning was simple - that it agreed.

....................................

The little dragon grew very fast. In just one week, its body length had grown to more than three times its original size. It still could not spit out dragon fire smoothly, but it had begun to spit out clouds of smoke from its nose at any time.

Hagrid was very content during this period of time. He even put aside his job of guarding the hunting ground and devoted himself to the little dragon. So much so that when Harry and the other three walked into the cabin, they saw Hagrid in a dishevel and empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.

Well, to be honest, Hagrid's current appearance looked a little too miserable at first glance. His beard and hair were burnt with pits and many places were simply charred black. There was also a tooth mark left on his finger.

Hagrid had only a shallow tooth mark, but Ron had a bloody wound from a bite he took while trying to feed the dragon.

"You're right, Harry." Ron almost squeezed out these words from his teeth when the others left Hagrid's hut. "So when can you take Wrathhorn away? I can't wait to see you tame it."

Ron had already thought of dozens of future ways of riding on Horned Man's back to avenge today's grievances.

"I think we have to wait until Hagrid's hut can no longer hold it," Hermione said, looking at Ron's hand with sympathy. "You can see that he will never let go now."

"Yeah, Hagrid even told me not to scare it! I just got bitten!" Ron looked like he was about to break his teeth, did you all hear that? He was still singing a lullaby to Wrathful Horns when we left! Oh my God, Charlie was right, dragons are definitely the scariest animals!"

"Let's hurry up," Harry patted Ron's shoulder. "The teeth of the Norwegian Spinosaurus are poisonous. Let's get back to the dormitory quickly and get some antidote from the box."

Upon hearing this, Ron's face suddenly turned even greener.

Why is it poisonous? Isn't the bleeding enough?

Hagrid had completely regarded herself as the dragon's mother, and always described the dragon as 'little furry baby' or 'little furry', descriptions that made Ron and Neville's scalps tingle - even when Hagrid was saying these words, several people could hear the sound of the dragon biting through Hagrid's leather boots.

But before Hagrid completely let go, Harry still had to sell the recipe for the Shining Potion.

After all, Harry had not received any income from the inheritance from the Potter family for a long time, and he had been willing to spend a lot of money this semester to buy some rare herbal seeds or finished potion materials - especially the herbs used in Harry's medicinal baths, some of which were bought from smugglers and were therefore more expensive.

There were also many small and miscellaneous things that cost money, such as the wine that Harry drank with Hagrid, his good friend and drinking buddy. Harry couldn't always let Hagrid leave the bar, right?

So from time to time, Harry would buy some good wine and go to Hagrid to enjoy it together.

In addition to this, there is the suitcase that Newt gave to Harry. It is also very expensive to build a home of your own in it and decorate the entire suitcase world as you want. Harry cannot always move things for himself from the Forbidden Forest, and the Forbidden Forest does not have everything.

So when Mrs. Prim sent a letter saying that she wanted to buy Harry's shiny potion formula, Harry agreed without spending much time thinking about it.

A slightly regrettable thing is that when communicating with his ancestors, Harry was surprised to find that the Potter family was actually a family that made its fortune from potions, such as the wizard Linfred who founded the Potter family in the 12th century.

He was a vague and absent-minded man who often provided medical services to his Muggle neighbors, and was nicknamed 'Potterer', a harmless and likable old fellow, which was gradually simplified to Potter over time.

In short, Linfred invented many potions, such as the Bone Growing Spirit that is still in use today and the Spiritual Refresher, which have made their formulas public. They were invented by him, and these potions also brought a lot of wealth to the Potter family.

In modern times, Harry's grandfather, Flemont Potter, invented Potter shampoo and founded a family company. This shampoo made the Potter family rich, and after retirement, Flemont sold the company and his proud shampoo formula for a huge sum of Galleons.

Because no amount of money could change the fact that Flemont and his wife Euphemia had no children - but after he sold the company and the shampoo formula, James Potter was born.

Well, I had a child in my old age.

Overall, Harry was disappointed to find that the inheritance he had inherited had not grown for many years. It was not his style to just sit back and enjoy the wealth, after all, there were still many things he wanted to buy.

The rarer something is, the more expensive it is. It is impossible for him to be like Voldemort, who would rob whatever he likes and kill people if he can't get it.

Although he had kept the family inheritance for Harry for so many years, Dumbledore did not take anything from it - it was impossible for him to do so considering his status as the number one person in the wizarding world.

For Dumbledore, if he needed money, there were too many ways or channels to obtain it legally. Even if he just let out a word of it, many people would rush to give him money.

Even Malfoy—even Malfoy!
Send it vigorously.

In a corner of the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade village, Harry and Snape sat side by side, and opposite them sat Mrs. Primpynell, the proposer of the deal.

The shop she opened in Diagon Alley mainly sold various beauty potions to help various witches get rid of "tumors and troubles"...but occasionally some wizards would come to her.

"Master Snape?" Looking at the expressionless Snape sitting opposite her, Mrs. Primpenier said nervously, "Why would you--?"

For the students who are still studying in Hogwarts, Snape means not to be trifled with, means venomous snakes and injustice, means an old bat with greasy hair, but for those who have entered the wizarding society, the name Snape means Galleons - oh no, it should mean a gifted potion master.

When he was still young, he was able to improve those old potion formulas, and later he continued to create many unique potions of his own. The potions made by him are famous for their stable efficacy and high quality.

Not only that, Snape also has a very important academic position in the subject of Potions, and can be regarded as the face of British wizards.

For people like Madam Primpynell who run pharmacies, potion masters like Snape are people they cannot afford to offend. After all, it is too easy for a potion master to target a pharmacy. He only needs to develop a formula with a similar efficacy to the main potion in his own store and give it to his competitors, or simply make the formula public.

The most important thing is that there are connections between Potions Masters and they will not easily become hostile to each other.

Even among all the potion masters, Snape was famous for his pettiness... After all, he was a professor at Hogwarts, and news often spread widely through students.

"Harry Potter is just an eleven-year-old first-year wizard... Even though he is extremely talented and has invented a unique potion formula," Snape said slowly in his unique voice, "for some well-known reasons, he cannot ask his parents for help."

(End of this chapter)