Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 137 136. Harry, go wherever you want

"Fight?" Mr. Weasley Apparated to Harry's side for the last time and gasped, "I have to say I seem to have overestimated myself. Don't talk to me yet, Harry."

Looking shaky, Mr. Weasley had to take a deep breath to barely suppress the adverse reaction coming from his body. He looked like he was about to vomit.

"...Alright, Harry." After a while, Mr. Weasley signaled to Harry that he didn't need to support him. He straightened up and said, "Damn, this feels really bad - I'm sure you've discovered that the feeling of Apparition is very...unacceptable."

"I've been Apparated before, and it really doesn't feel good," Harry nodded.

It was a feeling that could be described as completely painful, as if the entire person was forcibly stuffed into an extremely narrow rubber tube by a powerful force, with the entire body tightly bound by iron hoops, the eyeballs squeezed back into the head, and the eardrums pressed deep into the skull...

"Apparition? No wonder you want to learn this spell," said Mr. Weasley, understandingly. "But I have to tell you, Harry, when you have mastered Apparition, you will find that the uncomfortable feeling will be lessened, as if you have adapted to it."

"But if you use Apparition continuously, the discomfort will increase exponentially, and you will also be more likely to be separated. This is particularly important," said Mr. Weasley, pressing Harry's shoulder. "After each Apparition, you need time to observe what kind of environment you are in, stabilize your body and consciousness, and then start the next Apparition."

"I noticed that you paused after each Apparition," Harry nodded.

"That's right, Harry, you have a very good ability to observe," Mr. Weasley said after sighing, "so you should understand why no wizard would use this spell in a battle? No one wants to be attacked with a spell when they are still confused and their body is shaky after Apparition - why would they imagine a battle? A child of your age..."

Shaking his head and sighing, Mr. Weasley felt that he finally saw the kind of vitality that a child of this age should have in Harry...referring to fighting and playing.

"It's just something I thought of," Harry said with a smile, "So can I start trying it?"

"Of course," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Don't worry, I got a big bottle of Baixian, enough for you."

Harry: "..."

Distilled Water is used to deal with the consequences of separation caused by Apparition errors. After using the counter-spell to end the separation and put the wizard who had the accident back together, Distilled Water must be applied to the separated parts for treatment.

Mr. Weasley's considerations were indeed thorough, but the only problem was - was he certain that he would split into two?

Standing in front of the wooden circle with a diameter of almost half a person's width, Harry gathered his scattered thoughts and focused his attention. He could still hear Mr. Weasley constantly emphasizing everything he had just said.

"…Three Ds, Harry, don't forget them. Think of your goal first, which is the circle in front of you, and then concentrate your attention. Do you understand? Imagine that you have already reached the circle, completely occupying that space, with every inch of your skin like this - oh! You succeeded! Harry! "

OK, was it successful?

Harry opened his eyes with joy. Just now, he did feel the squeezing sensation that only occurs when Apparating. In fact, after being Apparated several times, Harry felt that he had almost adapted to that feeling. So, did he learn it?
It's much simpler than I had expected. As he thought this, Harry turned around and wanted to look at Mr. Weasley. He turned - turned - and fell directly to the right. In desperation, Harry only had time to call on the surrounding earth elements, and a stone pillar suddenly emerged from the ground to support his shaky body.

Harry lowered his head to check and was shocked to find that he only had his left leg left. The right side was empty. From the middle of the right thigh, it was as if someone had cut it with a knife, with a slash as the dividing line, and everything below it had disappeared.

Looking again, the remaining half of the leg was still there where he had just stood.

"So, I'm split?" It was rare for Harry to say such an unbelievable thing. With his level of magic and willpower, in Harry's opinion, splitting should never happen to him.

Where is the innate supernatural power?

What happened? Could it be that after coming to this world, I was corrupted by the safe, stable and non-dangerous environment here?
Harry even began to reflect on whether he was a little too lax to the point of making such a joke.

"Hey, Harry? Harry!" Mr. Weasley's shout interrupted Harry's thoughts. He had already brought Harry's legs over. "I know what you are thinking, but I have to say don't think about it, kid - you have done a great job, you know?"

"But I still split into two," Harry sighed, "Is it because my will is not strong enough? This shouldn't be the case..."

If the will tempered by his experiences in Azeroth is not enough to cast Apparition, then there would probably not be many wizards in this world who could use this spell, and it would not become a common means that wizards trusted when traveling.

So there must be something wrong with some step.

"Honestly, I'm surprised that you were able to successfully send most of your body to the destination on your first try, Harry." Mr. Weasley put Harry's right leg on the ground and said, "You really haven't learned this spell before?"

"Of course not," Harry shook his head and said, "I don't have to lie to you."

"That's true," Mr. Weasley scratched his head and said, "So this is the shaman's spell? It looks completely different from magic."

Half squatting beside the stone pillar summoned by Harry, Mr. Weasley touched the pillar curiously...it was indeed made of stone, and it was icy cold.

Although he was temporarily missing a leg, Harry had no reason to panic. Instead, he was more curious about the leg that had temporarily left his body. He even held the stone pillar with one hand and picked up the half leg that had been separated from him with the other hand and observed it carefully.

The cross section was very neat and smooth, with only a slight pain, but not even a drop of blood flowed out, as if the leg was still growing on his body - Harry indeed felt this way, because in his perception, his body was still intact, and both legs were very healthy.

It was very magical, because even though it had visually left Harry's body, the clothes covering this leg showed no signs of sliding down, as if they were still connected to another part of him.

Harry could see the flesh and blood in his thigh, the white bones and blood-red bone marrow, and even the flesh and fat from the clean cross-section. There was still blood flowing in the blue blood vessels, but it disappeared when it passed through the cross-section - Harry knew that the blood entered other parts of his body, but to be honest, this feeling was still a little too strange.

"Well, I don't understand." Mr. Weasley on the other side stood up and shrugged and said, "It is indeed very different from wizard magic, and it is not Transfiguration... No wonder Percy admires you so much, haha."

It was obvious that Mr. Weasley did not have the same wild curiosity about magic that he had about Muggle objects.

"So should we reattach this leg?" Harry said strangely, shaking his leg in his hand.

This was the first time he experienced this feeling.

"Of course, if we delay any longer, there might be problems... To be honest, I'm surprised that you haven't cried out in pain yet, Harry," Mr. Weasley said repeatedly, and Harry indeed felt that the pain was getting worse with the passage of time, and at a very fast speed.

No wonder wizards who want to freely use this kind of magic to travel have to pass the exam of the Department of Magical Transportation. Just imagine, if a wizard is not well-trained and accidentally splits himself into two parts when using Apparition to travel far away, but no one can find him, eventually, as the magic disappears, the cut parts of his body begin to really bleed, and the pain overwhelms him until he dies.

It was indeed a torturous death. Mr. Weasley drew out his wand and waved it, and the half of Harry's leg flew back to where it should be, fitting together with the other half. Then he waved his wand again to cut open Harry's trouser leg, and carefully applied the white and fresh liquid along the line of the body, restoring the trouser leg to its original state.

Following Mr. Weasley's spell, Harry finally felt his legs return to his body. From this moment on, he finally felt real pain, right from the dividing line left by the split.

Harry saw clearly that when the difficile was applied for the last time, blood was already oozing out from the dividing line.

"Want to try again?" Mr. Weasley put down the jar of distilled water and said cheerfully, "You are progressing much faster than I thought, Harry. You know, for those students who also take the Apparition class, it's already amazing if they can send their hair or eyebrows over in the first class."

"Many more people could barely master it by the last class, and some even failed to master the spell at all, wasting all twelve Galleons - there were quite a few such people."

"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Weasley," Harry said with a smile, "Continue practicing, but this kind of pain can't stop me."

"This is not consolation, but the fact." Mr. Weasley took a few steps back. "Go on, I think you should be almost mastered. To be honest, this is much faster than I thought. I thought we would have to stay here all day."

Harry smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, he continued to concentrate, imagining the circle in front of him, determination, calmness - crackle!
With a loud bang, Harry disappeared out of thin air. He turned around and looked at where he was originally standing. After discovering that there was nothing left there, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Mr. Weasley clapped.

"Did I succeed?" Harry asked, turning his head.

"Of course - oh, wait, it's not completely successful." Mr. Weasley walked over and carefully looked at the place where Harry had been standing. Then he pointed to a spot in the air and said, "There are still some hairs left."

Harry quickly walked out of the wooden circle to check, and indeed, there were a few strands of hair floating in the air. They would fall to the ground due to gravity after the effect of the magic wore off.

Of course, there is no need to whiten this amount of hair.

"Like I said, you learn quickly, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, laughing. "Is there any secret?"

"I was still a little too nervous." Harry shook his head slightly and said, "Now that I think about it, I had no problem with the goal and determination. The only problem was the last point, calmness."

Even Harry himself felt a little amused. After all, it was a bit funny that a man who had killed demons and dragons, who had been in life and death for nearly twenty years and was in his thirties and had seen many storms, could not even remain calm.

But after finding out the cause of the problem, Harry felt that this should be considered... a sequelae.

The aftereffects of the mage portal.

The feeling when apparating is indeed very bad, but if you say how good the portals opened by the mages in Azeroth are, that is pure rumor. The feeling when passing through the portal is like rolling a person in a barrel. It's not just a small matter like dizziness. The arcane energy that makes up the portal will cause a certain degree of oppression to the body and soul of the person passing through the portal.

When casting Apparition, Harry performed it exactly as he had done when he passed through the wizard's portal before - his whole body was tense and stiff.

This subconscious reaction of the body has become an instinctive reaction in Azeroth, so much so that Harry did not realize this problem during his first attempt at Apparition.

This was completely contrary to the third point of being calm and relaxed, which directly resulted in Harry's right leg, which he had put all his strength into trying to stand firmly on the ground, remaining in place... Well, he did stand quite firmly, though.

After realizing where his problem lay, Harry's next attempts went smoothly. The difficulty of the Apparition spell was not a problem for him, so when he appeared in the wooden circle again, Mr. Weasley carefully checked the place where he disappeared and confirmed that no splitting occurred. Then, he announced that Harry was ready to graduate.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Harry said sincerely, "Thank you for taking the time to help me learn magic."

"You're welcome, Harry." Mr. Weasley shrugged and said, "To be honest, I finally understand why professors like smart children. It's very fulfilling to teach children like you who learn quickly no matter what. Haha."

"Then Mr. Weasley, you must have been very popular with the professor," Harry said with a smile.

"Oh, that's not the case," Mr. Weasley waved his hands, "I'm a Gryffindor, you know... the kind that always gets detentions. I think Professor McGonagall couldn't help but clench her fists every time she saw me. Hahahahahaha!"

Mr. Weasley smiled even more broadly.

And Harry couldn't help but laugh along, he was in a really good mood, mastering the magic of Apparition had a different meaning for Harry - after all, from today on, he could be considered a wizard who could go wherever he wanted.

In a world where astral teleportation is not possible, this is definitely a significant event.

Moreover, Apparition can use followers to reveal themselves and take other people to the destination together. To round it off, it is equivalent to that he, as a shaman, can also open doors for others, and he no longer has to ask others for help.

As I said before, Harry was really satisfied with the magic in this world. The only regret was that he couldn't show off his magic in front of Jaina and enjoy the envious and greedy gaze of that naughty woman.

Yes, the magic in this world does lack a certain kind of lethality compared to the magic in the world of Azeroth, but in terms of the depth and breadth of magic research, the wizards' magic is not inferior at all.

Not to mention the various unique magics and time converters, the subject of transfiguration alone is enough to make the mages of Azeroth open their eyes wide and exclaim in disbelief.

Because of Jaina, Harry has enough understanding of what a wizard can do. Needless to say, short-range emergency spells such as Flash are natural. If wizards want to go to distant places, they have to recite long spells to guide the portal.

Of course, neither the Blink Portal nor the Apparition is perfect, each spell has its own strengths and weaknesses, and a mature wizard should use the right spell in the right place - but who makes Harry a shaman?
He is not a wizard, so he doesn't have many choices.

Harry didn't understand any arcane arts, let alone any magic formulas or theorems, but now there was a magic that he could master that allowed him to go wherever he wanted at any time - even the strong-willed Harry couldn't resist this wonderful feeling.

From now on, Jaina will no longer be able to open a portal to the Dalaran Pit and then lie to him that it's a portal to Orgrimmar!!

Harry! Be proud!!!
However, in the next second, when Harry thought that he had no way of letting Jaina know about his current changes, he felt... uncomfortable all over.

(End of this chapter)