Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 98 97. Rita's Strangeness and the Growth of Horned Horn

[As the author further explored, I was shocked to discover something that no one expected - that is, our boy who survived the disaster actually established his own club, the Shaman Club, less than half a year after entering the first grade! ]

[Perhaps many people are curious about what this Shaman Club is. I can give you the shortest answer. Our savior is teaching others a new kind of magic, and this Shaman Club can be understood as a new course.]

[Isn't this a very funny thing? A child who has never been exposed to magic for eleven years teaches magic to others after entering the magic world. He is a shaman - haha, please forgive me for being frank. The last time I heard this word was when I was traveling in Africa...]

[Anyone who has his own reason and can think independently can realize that something is wrong here. The author even suspects that our boy who survived has been controlled by an invisible force, so that he has to do something he doesn't want to do... Of course, all this is just my guess, but even so, what is happening before my eyes is real, and I don't want to pretend to turn a blind eye...]

"She's hinting at Headmaster Dumbledore!!" It's hard to imagine that Neville, who is always timid, would be so angry. His face turned red with anger. "She means that Headmaster Dumbledore is controlling Harry!!"

In Rita Skeeter's description, Harry is like a poor, innocent and fragile... vase, who came to the fore under the push of an unknown force and continued to increase his fame. Her words hinted that the name of the unknown force was Dumbledore.

This made Dumbledore look like he was hiding behind the scenes and controlling something sinisterly.

"That's really too much," Ron nodded in agreement, "but why would Headmaster Dumbledore let her say that? Obviously Skeeter is defaming Harry and him... well, but both Quidditch and the Shaman Club are facts..."

Ron grabbed his hair in distress. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that except for the fact that Dumbledore secretly controlled Harry, everything Rita Skeeter said was true and there was not a single lie.

Harry did all those things, and Harry does have such amazing talent.

It's hard to imagine that Rita Skeeter was just telling the truth, but what she said has become unbelievable falsehood in the eyes of many people.

"Sure enough, it's because those people haven't seen you, Harry." Ron clenched his left fist and knocked it on his right palm, and suddenly realized: "If they saw you in person, they would know how powerful you are."

"...Why do you say it as if Harry would do something to them?" Hermione looked at Ron speechlessly, then said to Harry: "Why don't you look angry at all? Harry, Skeeter makes you sound like a mentally retarded child."

"There's no need to be angry, Hermione." Harry was very calm. He said calmly, "It only takes one game for those who doubt me to know that those things are true. I'm just a little curious about when this Rita Skeeter was interviewed?"

As he spoke, he came back and pointed to a line of words on the newspaper.

[…I learned this from Filch, the castle keeper of Hogwarts…]

"Filch actually accepted an interview?!" Ron's eyes widened suddenly.

"Yes, so this is where the weird thing happens," Harry said seriously. "Filch came to see me this afternoon. He can swear to me on his life that he has never been interviewed by Skeeter, and he has never said anything bad about me."

"If I hadn't stopped him, Filch would have gone to find this Skeeter," Harry sighed. "He wanted to give a serious interview and explain my situation to Skeeter, but it's obvious that he didn't grasp the essence of the matter - this Skeeter is not a serious reporter."

If I had to make an analogy, this Rita Skeeter was more like the goblins in Harry's memory. In order to sell or buy something, the goblins would not care about the truth of the matter, but would go against their conscience and spread false lies.

Well, for example, the biggest lie of the goblins is that goblin technology creations are safe and will never explode.

But in fact, there is nothing of the goblins that will not explode, whether it is their vehicles or weapons... Even in the eyes of some brave orcs, if the goblins' things do not explode, they will lose their flavor and be not authentic.

In short, in Harry's opinion, Rita Skeeter is quite like a goblin, who will do anything to achieve her goals.

"...but since Filch didn't accept the interview...how did Skeeter know these things?" Hermione frowned and kept thinking.

"I think we need to be more careful about what we say," Harry said softly. "According to Filch, there have been no outsiders in the castle recently."

Harry's words were like a cold wind blowing across the backs of the three people.

"That's scary, Harry," Ron couldn't help saying, "Skeeter isn't a ghost, is he?"

"How is it possible?" Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance and said, "How can a ghost be a reporter... Well, it's probably impossible."

Neville had a nightmare that night. He dreamed that a ghost named Skeeter was hovering over his head, torturing him constantly, and telling his inner thoughts to everyone he met... Neville was frightened awake.

Taking Filch's words into consideration, over the next few days, Harry and his friends acted very cautiously wherever they went. They never said anything out of line except in Harry's suitcase, and never talked about the secrets between them.

The Daily Prophet's reports continued every day, and the focus now was not even on the Kenmare Kestrel. The reporter named Rita Skeeter was like a shark that smelled blood, determined to catch Harry, a controversial figure, and make a big enough topic.

Dumbledore was also unexpectedly good-tempered. Even when Rita Skeeter's praise for his achievements went beyond hints and instead pointed them out directly, he still had a smiling face all day long.

Harry even went to see Dumbledore once, hoping that Dumbledore would take action to stop the slander of his own reputation - to this day, Harry still insists on his previous point of view, at least not to let those who slander the reputation of heroes do whatever they want.

But unfortunately, Dumbledore never intended to do anything. No matter how the outside world's reputation towards him changed, no matter how many yelling or accusing letters he received, he just smiled cheerfully and pretended nothing had happened.

Harry despised this inaction.

No matter what he thought, Harry was just a student after all. Since Dumbledore was unwilling to change his opinion, Harry didn't bother to care. What made him focus now was the Wrath Horn.

They were relieved that Hagrid had finally remembered his job and was no longer obsessed with sucking dragons. However, Hermione and the other two were stunned to find that Harry became obsessed with the little dragon, which was a replica of Hagrid's state in the previous two weeks.

Oh no, maybe three weeks later, Wrathhorn can no longer be called a little dragon.

Its size had even grown to be almost as big as Hagrid's hut, and because Hagrid had kept Wrathhorn in the hut, it couldn't even get out of the door properly. Harry had to rush in with the box and stuff it into the suitcase.

"Oh, Norbert, my child..." Even though Hagrid knew in his heart that he could go to Harry's trunk to see the little dragon at any time, he was still sad with snot and tears all over his face, "Mummy will miss you... God, it's just a poor little Fluffy..."

"Hagrid! Horns of Fury are getting pretty big!" Ron shouted outside the hut when he heard the noise inside.

Because Wrathhorn had grown so much, Ron and the other two were not even allowed to enter the hut this time, especially Ron. Before Harry tamed Wrathhorn, he had sworn that he would never get close to the dragon again. "Wrathhorn? What is that... Norbert, my Norbert, what would I do without you..." Hagrid, who had been crying so hard, didn't even understand what Ron was saying. He just moved all the toys and snacks he had prepared for the little dragon into the box while crying.

While Hagrid was busy, Harry clearly saw Wrathhorn bite Hagrid's thigh and easily tear the clothes there - it was not an illusion, Harry was sure that Hagrid was bleeding.

But his thick-skinned friend seemed not to feel it. He just patted Nujiao's head with a smile, not caring about the harm he had suffered, and turned around to continue his busy work.

After witnessing all this, Harry was certain of only one thing - that if Hagrid continued to take care of the dragon, he would definitely corrupt it.

Harry also made up his mind that he would never let Hagrid see Wrathhorn again until he tamed it.

It comes from the ancient animal taming skills passed down from generation to generation in the Tauren tribe!
Although the Tauren tribe has never tamed dragons, wyverns are considered wild beasts... but it's not a big problem. As long as Wrathhorn is not a dragon with independent intelligence like the Guardian Dragons, but is more like a large wild beast with instinct occupying its brain, then some principles are universal.

That is to make it convinced.

The larger the beast, the more pride it has. Especially dragons, which have strong bodies, sharp teeth and claws, and can spit out powerful flames. They are legendary beasts that are born to occupy the top of the food chain.

Although they cannot speak, the dragons in this world have a certain degree of wisdom as they grow older.

Three weeks after hatching, Harry decided that Wrathhorn had reached the point where he could be tamed, both in terms of size and mind - if he pushed it any further, some things would become deeply ingrained and difficult to change.

Harry did not start the taming work impatiently as soon as Angry Horn entered the suitcase. Instead, he had enough patience at this time.

Under the effects of growth potions and spells, the ecology of the entire suitcase has returned to a lush green appearance. The bald spots of all sizes on the ground have all disappeared. The mountains in the distance are still covered with a thin layer of snow. The scenery alone even surpasses many tourist attractions.

The animals introduced by Harry have adapted to life in the suitcase. Maybe it was the effect of the growth potion, but when Harry went to check on the animal population, he was surprised to find that many of the Yorkie pigs bought just a few weeks ago had grown fangs again.

It is not long, only half the length of a palm, but there are two different states: with fangs and without fangs. Even the cheeks are a little sunken, and the hair on the skin has become darker.

The degradation was faster than Harry had imagined.

When Horned Man entered the suitcase, these half-wild boars became Horned Man's hunting targets as Harry had planned.

Even though he had been locked up in Hagrid's hut since the day he was born, and had never flown until he grew to the same size as Hagrid's hut, some things were like instincts that were deeply rooted in his blood and could not be erased.

After flapping its wings and running for just a few steps, the Angry Horned Bird began to glide on the flat ground. Within half a day, it was able to flap its seemingly thin wings and dive down from the cliff, and then fly high into the sky.

Although he has not yet grown into an adult dragon, Wrathhorn does already feel like he regards the entire Suitcase World as his own territory.

Its wildness was fully released in this small world. At the beginning, when Nujiao attacked those half-wild boars, it would be pushed and crawled on the ground by the pigs. However, on the second day, it learned to drop from the sky and roar, and use the pressure brought by its blood to briefly intimidate the pigs, and then attack those half-wild boar cubs that were much smaller than itself.

A cunning and clever little fellow - Harry commented.

He was waiting, waiting for Horned Horn to adapt to this small world, waiting for it to completely mark this place as its own territory, and also waiting for its proudest moment.

During this time, Horned Horn enjoyed a carefree, free life without natural enemies.

It dug a hole at the highest point of the mountain as its own nest, and decorated it randomly... if the leftover wild boar bones and fish bones in the nest can be considered decorations.

The Horned One would enjoy the thrill of driving the pigs away in all directions, or he would roar over the heads of a group of unicorns, or dive into the central lake to prey on fish - it was all up to his preference.

This makes it feel like it is the king of this world.

Adequate diet and sufficient exercise made Wrathhorn's body grow rapidly at a rate of one shape per day. Its body became a little bigger than when it left Hagrid's hut, its wings became thicker, its legs became stronger, the spikes on its lizard-like head became sharper and sharper, and a long tail cut through the air like a whip.

Under the sunlight, the scales of the angry horn even reflect a dark, metallic luster, and the blood vessels on the wing membrane are clearly visible.

And now when it fully spread its wings, it was as big as two or three Hagrids lying together with their arms outstretched - Harry finally felt that the time was right.

When the new day came and Wrathhorn woke up from its nest, everything seemed so beautiful. It flapped its wings and searched for the pigs from high in the sky, wanting to have a big meal today.

It didn't take long for it to find the little creatures hiding in the woods.

Folding its wings and diving down, Nujiao seemed to hear the shrill screams of these little creatures in its ears, which only made it more happy.

It had already locked onto its target, even knocking down the tree trunk that was blocking its way. It opened the sharp claws at the front of its wings, and was about to pin down the fleeing little creature with its claws—crash! !

It was not the sound of water, but the crisp sound of metal colliding with each other as smoothly as flowing water. A chain as thick as an adult's wrist stretched out from somewhere, and it was this thick chain that was forcibly wrapped around the base of one of the wings of the Angry Horn, causing it to stagger, and even directly pulled it down from mid-air near the ground.

"Roar!!!"

There was no doubt that it was furious. The sudden attack made Angry Horn, which had long regarded itself as the master of this land, roar angrily. With just a force, it pulled the chains and climbed up from the ground. It angrily looked for the owner of the chains, and saw a man with naked upper body and only a pair of shorts standing beside it. It was undoubtedly Harry.

One end of the chain was held in Harry's hand. It collided with each other as Angry Horn moved, and a few flashes of lightning flashed from time to time amid the clear sound of metal.

Not frightened by the angry horns' bared fangs and claws, Harry today stood barefoot on the ground. The muscles he had trained for a long time did not look bloated or disgusting, but had a unique beauty.

On his naked upper body and face, he used animal blood mixed with paint to draw patterns representing courage, wisdom and victory in the Tauren tribe. Finally, he smeared pine oil on the exposed skin, which reflected a dazzling light in the sun.

Harry was not a hunter, nor did he possess the heart of the wilderness passed down from mouth to mouth among old hunters, but he had heard of the techniques of taming wild beasts from the elders in the Tauren tribe, and that was enough.

(End of this chapter)