Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 177, Section 176: Dumbledore's Memories and Harry's Demonstration

The word "muggle" has been derogatory since its creation. The root word "mug" itself means "idiot," and "muggle" refers to an ordinary person without magical abilities.

In the eyes of many pure-blood families, Muggles are creatures who lack magical abilities and are inferior to humans.

While opposition to the argument of pure-blood families is the mainstream voice in the current magical world, it is undeniable that in the minds of most wizards, they do indeed hold a condescending view of Muggles who cannot use magic.

Sympathy, pity, and even contempt that one might not even be aware of—after all, even within the Muggle community, there are people who distinguish themselves from others by differences in money, power, appearance, and so on, not to mention magic, which is the biggest difference that exists naturally.

The Muggle Protection Act itself is the best proof of this.

But now, suddenly, completely unprepared, Harry Potter—their Professor Potter—suddenly says that Muggles can also become shamans?!
A shaman capable of casting elemental magic?!
This news was even more shocking than the fact that Squibs could become shamans, since Squibs at least did possess wizard blood, they just couldn't bring themselves to use it.

But Muggles—oh my god! They're Muggles!!

Even Muggles can use magic now?!

Incredibly, Harry had to direct the fire and water elementals to punch each other, creating a huge commotion to quiet the students down again.

“I know that what I just said is hard for you to accept, and you are free to believe it or not,” Harry said loudly. “In any case, there will always be a Muggle shaman who proves me right in the future. This inevitable future can be proven simply by waiting, and there’s nothing more to say about that.”

'Yes, there's really nothing to say right now,' Dumbledore thought expressionlessly, stroking his beard.

At this point, things like soul power, soul magic, dark wizards, and Azkaban are no longer as important. Let's consider the idea of ​​the secrecy law first.

Without any attempt to conceal anything or even beat around the bush, the boy he favored laid everything out straight, declaring that he intended to break the secrecy laws and reveal the existence of magic to Muggles, and that he was already planning to teach them magic.

I'm mentally exhausted. I feel extremely mentally exhausted right now.

Dumbledore was quite certain that what really bothered the Ministry of Magic was teaching magic to Muggles, violating the Statute of Secrets, rather than something as simple as soul magic. After all, soul magic was not a violation in some countries, but the Statute of Secrets was an internationally recognized law of magic, and it was strictly enforced.

But Harry pushed both of these things out together. Wasn't he afraid?
Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes, trying to see even a hint of tension or worry about the future—but he found nothing.

As if he hadn't considered these issues at all, Harry remained as calm as ever, as if everything was under his control and he didn't take the Ministry of Magic seriously at all... Ha, Dumbledore suddenly shook his head with a wry smile.

All Dumbledore had to do was look up and look around, and there stood the four elemental giants on the grass that served as the classroom—Dumbledore suddenly understood why Harry had so casually introduced two things that would overturn the entire wizarding society, its customs and ideas.

He really didn't need to take the Ministry of Magic seriously, nor did he need to take the International Confederation of Wizards seriously.

This power, which exceeds the limits of ordinary wizards, is the source of his confidence.

For some reason, looking at Harry's determined figure ahead, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became somewhat dazed... He seemed to see himself decades ago—the self that had been forgotten and relegated to the corner of his memory.

Along with the shadow of another person.

Back then, they seemed fearless, believing their power could change the world—and they truly possessed such power, making it difficult for ordinary wizards to even keep up with them.

“…Grindelwald,” Dumbledore murmured the name almost imperceptibly.

Old people are often prone to getting lost in memories. Harry noticed Dumbledore's absent-mindedness, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He believed that Dumbledore would fulfill his promise to him. Well, if he couldn't, it would just be a matter of him putting in a little more effort.

After he uttered these unconventional words, the students were completely aroused. They shouted for Harry to demonstrate, just like the four elemental giants currently on the field.

Even if I still don't have the talent to become a shaman this year, it's still good to be able to watch.

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush,” Harry said with a smile. “Soul power is one of the most fundamental abilities of a shaman. It allows us to see the souls of the dead, and even to borrow the power of our ancestors to protect ourselves or eliminate enemies—it can even do what you hoped for when you first came to my class last year: divination.”

"We can't wait, Professor Potter!" a student couldn't help but shout. "I want to get a reading too! And I want to play games with my dead grandfather!!"

“Ah, that’s why I can’t just pass on this power to you,” Harry said, shaking his head. “You haven’t truly understood the responsibilities of a shaman, which makes it difficult for you to use this power prudently.”

"By the way, even if you do become shaman priests and successfully pass the trials I arranged for you, and progress to the point where you can learn soul magic, you still won't be able to perform divination as clearly as I can—divination is truly a matter that tests one's talent greatly."

Harry shattered the students' illusions with great pleasure.

“In the Minotaur tribe, those shamans who possess strong divination skills and can guide the tribe’s defensive lines and seek good fortune and avoid misfortune are revered as prophets.” Seeing the students’ disappointed looks, Harry comforted them, “But you don’t need to be too sad. Although you can’t see too far into the future or clearly, you can still do some small omens.”

"Can you predict the lottery jackpot, Professor Potter?" a student shouted.

“If you’re gifted enough, you’ll have a unique feeling about certain numbers when buying lottery tickets, and that feeling will drive you to choose those numbers. Yes, my answer is—yes,” Harry said with a shrug.

“Isn’t there a price to pay?” another student asked. “Like those warnings in the stories, peeking into the future and profiting from it will bring us misfortune or other consequences.” “Why do you think that?” Harry’s gaze swept across the students’ faces. “I must tell you something serious and solemnly: the purpose of divination is to help us avoid those terrible futures and make our lives better—that is the duty of shamans in the tribe, and it is what we must do!”

"If the results of divination cannot be changed, then what is the point of divination? Such useless things, which only add to one's troubles, will naturally be eliminated over time."

“Yes, I know there are many things that can’t be said directly, as that could have negative consequences,” Harry sighed and said. “But that doesn’t mean you should tell people who seek your divination how the stars have changed today, which stars’ shadows have become thicker, and which stars have become brighter.”

Ron and Neville immediately grinned; they both knew what Harry meant.

"After the divination results are obtained, we should give the person who came for divination some guidance - admonishing him not to do something or to be careful about something in the future, or to stay away from a certain place."

"So we can really use divination to predict the lottery?!" Many Muggle-born students were getting restless, their faces filled with anticipation.

“If you have the ability,” Harry shrugged and said with a smile, “but don’t ask me, I don’t know how to do divination.”

"But this sounds too incredible, doesn't it?" someone couldn't help but say. "If I had such a talent, wouldn't that mean I could easily become rich?"

“Of course you can,” Harry said confidently, “but you’ll probably have to think about how to explain to the Muggle government why you keep winning the lottery… well, or some other issues that you need to deal with.”

“Based on my own experience, I can give you a piece of advice,” Harry said seriously, his smile fading. “Remember, the future is not immutable. If you consult the oracle before doing anything and rely on it for everything, you will eventually go crazy because the future predicted by the oracle does not match the reality you are experiencing.”

“Hmm… I guess I don’t need to worry too much about this?” After a pause, Harry suddenly said, “After all, you’re unlikely to have this level of talent for predicting the future, and those who are truly talented will realize that divination isn’t a panacea… So it’s alright.”

“Hey! Professor Potter!” Fred protested loudly, “I love your class, but I don’t like your evaluation of us at all. Take it back—I’m still dreaming of sleeping soundly in the Garonne Sea!”

Fred's words elicited a burst of laughter.

“Well, to be honest, I have to apologize to you.” Seeing the students’ disappointed faces, Harry comforted them, “Don’t be discouraged. You can still predict things like what you’ll have for lunch or whether you’ll fall while hopping up the stairs—a vague omens, better than nothing.”

“That doesn’t sound cool at all,” Fred complained.

“Divination has never been a cool thing; on the contrary, it’s very serious,” Harry said, shaking his head. “Anyway, if you really have a talent for it, I won’t hesitate to share my experience with you… but for now, let’s get back to the power of the soul.”

“Could you tell me more about the Enchanted Realm, Master?” Luna, sitting in the front row, raised her hand and asked, “An adventure that the dead take place on, sounds very interesting—you’ve already been there, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Harry admitted immediately. “I went there and saw the spirits of my parents and temporarily brought them back to the real world. But Luna, I’m afraid I can’t answer your question clearly. My research on the Mystic Realm has only just begun.”

"It seemed to be shrouded in a white mist. According to what I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore, that mist was called the Lost Mist. But everyone sees different things and places in this mist. I guess it must be the place you remember most vividly, or the place that has the deepest impact on you? The place that changed your destiny?"

Harry kept guessing.

"What did you see there, mentor?" Luna asked curiously.

“A wind-eroded highland,” Harry replied briefly, without going into further explanation. “The exploration and research of the Mystic Realm still requires more time. I look forward to your future achievements, Luna.”

“I will, mentor,” Luna said lightly, amidst the envious gazes of many students.

Harry had no intention of teaching soul power to ordinary shaman apprentices. This power was too easily corrupted. He would only teach it to his apprentices after they had undergone numerous trials and proven their character.

Before that, the apprentices have a lot to learn—such as responsibility, duty, and a heart to protect the world.

This is very important, even more important than talent.

So Harry's purpose in saying all this in today's class was simply to broaden the students' horizons.

Harry sculpted a totem with the power of earth element, wrapped his arms around it, and then forcefully planted it into the grass.

The totem, with its rugged and ancient appearance, suddenly emitted a faint blue light, an almost translucent and ethereal color. The faint blue light almost completely enveloped Harry, making it impossible to see his figure clearly.

This is... a special effect.

Well, actually, a faint blue light does appear when this ancestral totem is inserted, but it's not as bright and obvious as this, and it lasts for a very short time.

Harry deliberately amplified the brilliance of this soul power in order to make the process of summoning the ancestral spirits look cooler and more eye-catching.

—This is James Porter's request.

(End of this chapter)