Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 96 95. Snape's Help and the Last Quidditch Game
The fact that Harry Potter has the qualities of a professor is currently known only to the many students at Hogwarts and at most their parents. Given the scarcity of information dissemination channels in the wizarding world, it is still difficult to make it known to everyone and for most people to be convinced in a short period of time.

For the vast majority of ordinary wizards in the British wizarding world outside Hogwarts, they mostly get information from the Daily Prophet, and when the name Harry Potter is mentioned, most people will feel grateful, pity, and sympathy. They will also think that this is a wizard with amazing talent and a promising future, who may be comparable to Dumbledore in the future.

As for now... he is still just a little wizard. Uh, maybe his power is a little bit stronger. After all, that rock giant looks really powerful, but a little wizard is still a little wizard after all.

——This is what most people think, and the rest are similar to Ron. Whether they know what Harry did in Hogwarts or not, they think Harry Potter is a naturally powerful wizard.

Well, he could also be a dark wizard. In short, he is powerful, very powerful. He can crush Voldemort as soon as he is born. He goes to Hogwarts just to have fun.

Mrs. Primpynell belongs to the former.

"As Harry's Potions Professor, I must ensure that he will not be deceived due to his young age and ignorance. Of course, I must also ensure that he gets a contract that suits his own interests." Snape said slowly, "Please rest assured, as a professor at Hogwarts, I will make a fair and impartial judgment."

At the end, Snape even showed a very Slytherin, aristocratic, fake, shallow smile.

Uh... Harry could only say that Mrs. Primpianier opposite was already wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. The pressure from Snape was really too great.

As we all know, Snape is a very petty person - and for such a person to make a special trip just for others is problematic no matter how you look at it.

"Of course, of course I believe you," Mrs. Primpianer gave a forced smile.

The witch looked to be only in her thirties, but considering that wizards generally had a long lifespan and that she ran a beauty potion shop... Harry felt that the issue of age was still debatable.

After a long talk, when Mrs. Primpianer left with her bag tightly in her hands, Harry put the magic contract in front of him into his dragon skin bag.

"In fact, we can lower the price a little more." Seeing Mrs. Primmpennell Apparating away in a hurry as soon as she left the house, Snape retracted his gaze and said to Harry with regret.

The entire negotiation can only be described as a complete victory. With Snape here, Harry has an innate advantage and can be said to be invincible.

In the contract just signed, Harry authorized the formula of the Shining Potion to Madam Primpianer's Beauty Apothecary for fifty years. At the same time, he would get 70% of the profit from each sale of the Shining Potion. At the same time, Madam Primpianer's Beauty Apothecary promised not to crack the formula of the Shining Potion, or make potions with similar effects to replace the Shining Potion. Harry needed to promise not to sell the Shining Potion or potion formulas with similar effects to others.

Apart from that, there are a lot of miscellaneous clauses, and both parties look as if they are afraid of being cheated.

"That's enough. We have to leave some profit for others." Hearing Snape's words, Harry shook his head indifferently.

With Snape's intervention, what Harry sold was not even the formula itself, but the authorization, and he also received 70% of the share of each potion. This is what is called investing in technology and taking the lion's share by strangling the company.

"Leave some profit?" Snape sneered disdainfully. "You may have underestimated your potion, Harry. You should know that the ingredients used to make the Shining Potion are very common. This means that it is easy to make and has low cost - but it can be sold at a very high price."

"In addition, it has another very important feature, which is that it cannot be effective for a long time. It must be used continuously to be effective." With the eyes of a professional potion master, Snape evaluated the commercial value of the Shining Potion. "This means that those witches... or wizards will continue to spend money to buy it. Even if it is sold in large quantities, it will be a huge sum of money."

"Never underestimate how much money a beauty-loving witch or wizard can spend on you." While admonishing Harry, Snape thought of an old senior and old friend of his... Lucius Malfoy.

He didn't dare to say about others, but at least with the Malfoy family's showy personality, they would definitely be the most loyal customers of this shining potion.

Snape has noticed Draco Malfoy's experiences this semester and his recent changes. It must be said that compared to the ignorant child who would only talk about his father when encountering problems at the beginning of the school year, Snape believes that Draco is indeed changing in the direction of being more capable.

Therefore, he wrote a letter to persuade Lucius, who loved his child very much...but he would not tell Harry these things.

"...Maybe you're right." Harry thought back to the women he knew in Azeroth, even the dragons, the money they spent on their looks was always impressive.

He sighed.

"Very good." Snape nodded with satisfaction. He was very pleased with Harry's attitude of listening to advice. At least it was much better than his reckless, stupid and stubborn father.

"What plans do you have for the summer?" Snape asked slowly. "Perhaps you would like to come to Spinner's End and explore the deepest mysteries of potions."

Harry could understand that Snape was inviting him to visit his home during the summer vacation, and it would be best if he could bring his ancestral totem.

"I don't know," Harry said rather regretfully, "For now, I have a lot of things lined up in my summer vacation plans... Of course, if there is time, I would be happy to go."

Snape pursed his lips and Harry thought he might have smiled... probably.

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Time is something that always flies by while people are concentrating, but it also stops at the places people dislike the most.

Quirrell's incident did not even cause any particular commotion among the students of Hogwarts. They had become accustomed to the situation where every year's professors would have more or less dangerous problems, or that a new professor would be replaced every year.

This is what it means to be used to things after a long period of practice.

Most people in the magical world have thick nerves.

After Quirrell's death, the person who took over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was none other than Snape, who had always wanted to become the professor of this course but had never been approved by Dumbledore.

So Ron's pain continued from Potions class to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But I have to say, putting aside those sharp words, Snape taught this course quite well. There were both theoretical knowledge classes on how to deal with various dangerous dark magic creatures, as well as practical classes on practicing corresponding spells.

After enduring the torture of all kinds of inexplicable and unreasonable Defense Against the Dark Arts professors for so many years, many students were surprised to find that even among all the professors who had taught this course over the years, Snape was considered to be one of the most reliable professors.

But that was Snape after all, and not many students were willing to mention him after class. In comparison, when the Quidditch season had come to the end and only the last game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was left, all the students realized one thing in panic - the final exam seemed to be coming soon.

Well, but never mind, even if it’s an exam, it has to be after the competition and the year-end banquet…it’s still early!
In the locker room at the edge of the stadium, Harry, holding his broom in one hand, looked down at his Gryffindor team uniform. If nothing unexpected happened, he would only be able to wear it for the last time on the school field. Thinking about it, he felt a little complicated.

"Hey, Harry, you're finally here." Fred rushed over, hugged Harry's neck and complained loudly: "Oh my God, you have no idea what Wood almost turned us into!"

"A cow that only knows how to work but is not given grass to eat! Harry!" George also rushed over, widening his eyes and making a terrifying expression, shouting: "A fasting minotaur! That's terrible!"

"Enough! You two, idiots, shut up!" Wood came over and said angrily, "If you had this much energy during training, then we can definitely--"

"We can definitely beat Ravenclaw to a pulp." Fred interrupted Wood before he could finish. "Only in this way can we keep up with Harry and not hold him back." George followed up with a shrug at Harry. "We have memorized it. Wood kept saying this during training."

"Yeah, he also said that it's a huge waste for you, Harry, to only train once a week. As long as you come to training every day, your strength will definitely be stronger than it is now," Angelina, who was drinking a cup of hot cocoa in the depths of the room, also interrupted.

"Shut up, Angelina," Wood said unhappily, "Do you want to hear others say that we are just Harry's vassals? We must also show our own value, at least not in such an ugly way."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Wood suddenly turned his head and gave an awkward smile, "I don't mean to say anything bad about you, it's just, uh, you know."

"I understand," Harry nodded in understanding. "If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last house match I will participate in - let's win for Gryffindor together."

"Must win!!!"

A series of overlapping roars rang out in the small locker room.

When Harry and the other seven walked out of the locker room, carrying their brooms, they heard deafening cheers and roars from the stands. Even the Hogsmeade villagers who occasionally came to watch the game were more in the stands than usual. This was the result of Harry's several matches.

"…We have to admit that after acquiring Harry Potter, the Gryffindor team has hardly encountered any opponents that can compete with them this year. Both the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup seem to have been booked by them!"

"And all this is because of their king! The Minotaur King! Harry! Potter!!"

When Harry and others entered the field, Lee Jordan's excited voice echoed throughout the stadium, deafening.

What made Harry even more helpless was that as Lee Jordan spoke, there were bursts of cheers from the stands, as well as a mixture of various bull calls - or simply the roar of both bulls and lions.

Well, after a year of training, Harry has been able to face this kind of voice calmly.

But what surprised him even more was that it was not just the students from Gryffindor who were cheering for him in the stands around him. There were also constant cheers coming from the stands of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Although not many people came from Slytherin, those who came were also applauding.

"Don't be surprised, mentor," Katie Bell, who was standing next to Harry, whispered, "Everyone knows that you will only play this last game, and they are happy about it."

So that's it, Harry understood.

Have you given up on this year's Quidditch Cup? Just enjoy the game... I understand.

In short, although the game has not started yet, Harry has indeed become the focus of the entire stadium, so much so that when Harry saw the two familiar faces in the opposite Ravenclaw team, they all had the same bitter smile on their faces.

The captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, Roger Davis, and the seeker, Cho Chang, were both apprentices of Harry's Shaman Club, while on the Gryffindor side, it was Katie Bell. So, three of the fourteen people were Harry's apprentices.

"Should I be glad that you are not playing as a batsman today, mentor?" After shaking hands with Wood, Roger Davis said to Harry with a wry smile on his face.

"I will only pick up the bat when I face the Slytherin team," Harry said jokingly, "so don't worry, just enjoy the game."

Just one sentence made fourteen people smile at the same time. Even Madam Huo Qi at the edge couldn't help but purse her lips - she was the referee and couldn't laugh out loud.

Well, at least not in an obvious way.

At the sound of a whistle, fifteen people jumped up. Roger Davis, as the Chaser, got the Quaffle first, but this had nothing to do with Harry - he was the Seeker today, and his only target was the Golden Snitch.

"Hey, Harry! Look at the commentary desk!"

As Wood whizzed past on a broomstick below, he looked up and shouted to Harry.

It was indeed quite strange. Besides the unchanging Lee Jordan and Professor McGonagall on the commentary desk, there was also a strange man sitting next to Professor McGonagall, who was talking to her.

"That's O'Hare! Harry!" George swung the Bludger towards the Ravenclaw Chaser and shouted excitedly, "The captain of the Kenmare Kestrel team, he must be here for you!!"

"I have an impression!"

Harry answered loudly. Seamus had enthusiastically promoted this team to him and hoped that he could join it. In fact, this team was also supported by many British wizards.

"Wait a minute, George." Seeing that George seemed to want to say something, Harry suddenly grasped the broom handle.

He began to speed up--speed up!

The Nimbus 2000 is indeed the most advanced broom currently available. The moment Harry dived down, there were corresponding exclamations from the stands, because Harry was accelerating straight towards the ground, as if he was going to crash himself to death.

Some people even couldn't help but cover their eyes, fearing that a tragic accident was about to happen in front of them.

"…Sixty feet! Fifty feet! Forty feet! Harry is still diving!!" Lee Jordan suddenly stood up at the commentary desk and shouted at a very fast speed: "What's going on?! Did he find the Golden Snitch?! But Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang is still at a loss, oh no, she followed him?!"

"Harry's still speeding up! Oh my God! He's still speeding up!! Only twenty feet left! Is he crazy?!" Lee Jordan's voice was getting louder and louder, almost roaring, "Ten feet!! Five-a flip! What a flip!! Oh my God!!!"

"Gryffindor's Seeker Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch!! What a dangerous stop! Merlin's pants, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my mouth!!" Lee Jordan jumped up and down and yelled, "One mistake and he might break his neck!! I can't believe my eyes!!"

Even with the microphone, Lee Jordan's roar was drowned out by the cheers and screams from the stands. Under normal circumstances, Professor McGonagall might have reprimanded him for standing on a chair and shouting, but now...

Professor McGonagall was saying something to the man next to her. Her face was red, but it was definitely not because of the cold. Her hands were also gesturing constantly.

Not only her, but even the man's face was full of joy at this moment, and he was speaking something very quickly.

Very close to the ground, Harry stood up with one hand holding the broom handle, and raised the other hand high, showing in all directions - a golden snitch was held in his hand, and the dazzling color was the proof of his championship.

Harry looked up at George, only to find that George helplessly spread his hands to him, as if to say - 'What else can I say? Brother.'

In less than three minutes after the start of the game, or two minutes and fourteen seconds to be exact, Harry caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game.

A great victory!

(End of this chapter)