Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 208, Section 207: The Basilisk Breastplate! One piece of metal! Purple quality!

Processed snakeskin, intact snake scales, hard snake bones, finished steel bought from Muggles... Harry lit a blazing fire next to his hut and began forging new equipment—including the ones he used himself, eventually creating seven finished pieces in total.

Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Luna—given that these three friends and disciples are still young, not much material was used. The overall structure is similar to the chainmail Harry wore last year. When these four children grow up, it will have to be dismantled and remade, or at least the size will have to be changed.

Unlike the chainmail prepared for the children, the two pieces of chainmail for Sirius and Snape actually used up a lot of materials, since adult bodies are much larger and the protective area is also larger.

The seven pieces of chainmail were not significantly different from each other. The scales of the basilisk, which originally emitted a bright green light when illuminated, were matte to prevent the user from being detected when moving in the dark... Hmm, but would anyone actually wear chainmail to move in the dark?

No one can resist the allure of new gear, not even Harry. Before the newly crafted gear had even cooled down completely, Harry had already donned the entire set of chainmail.

"Wow!!!"

On the other side, Ron was pounding on the snake scales on his chest, his eyes practically gleaming.

Even though its dazzling shine has been worn away, the entire set of chainmail still possesses a rugged quality. Harry's craftsmanship comes from orcs, and orc creations often evoke a wild beauty, a style distinct from modern society... wizarding society.

Harry even specially designed the left shoulder of the chainmail to resemble a dark green snake head with its mouth wide open, revealing fangs, and a pair of snake eyes that constantly emitted a magical glow, as if it were about to bite someone at any moment.

It would be quite frightening to see it suddenly at night.

"How about it, Harry?!" Ron shouted excitedly, grabbing the hammer Harry used for blacksmithing. "Don't I look like a real shaman now?!"

“More like a blacksmith than a shaman,” Hermione retorted before Harry could speak. “A real shaman should always have the four elements surrounding him, just like when Harry gave us our first lesson last year.”

“Ahem, Hermione, it was just a demonstration that day.” Harry was a little embarrassed when he heard Hermione mention the class. “Actually, the suit I wore that day didn’t have any special effects. Well, those elemental orbs surrounding me were just reactions I asked the elements to make—to attract the students’ attention.”

"Oh? Attract the girls' attention?" Sirius's ears picked up on the key phrase. "My goodness, I'm so glad you still have this idea in your head, Harry. You're finally acting like a real kid!"

“If your stupid ears weren’t festering sores, you should have been able to hear Harry say ‘students’ instead of ‘female students’,” Snape said mockingly to Sirius as he struggled to move them. “But for a stupid dog like you with a head full of lust, that’s probably the best you can understand.”

"What did you say?!" Sirius Black roared in fury, "Ha! A soft, squishy insect like you can barely move in armor! Are you even a man?!"

Although Sirius Black no longer calls Snape "Snotty" thanks to Harry's upbringing, Sirius and Snape still can't get along.

Unlike Sirius Black, who remained energetic and sprawling even after donning a suit of chainmail, Snape looked much more strained... as if he would be out of breath after just a few steps.

"Enough already, can't you two just shut up for a bit?" Harry interrupted rather helplessly before the fight escalated further. "But you really should work on your physique, Snape. A strong body is the foundation for our victory in battle."

“Exercise…” Snape’s expression was somewhat strange. “I, you, we are wizards, wizards who cast spells—we don’t need these Muggle methods.”

“That’s just because you haven’t experienced the benefits of magical armor yet,” Harry said confidently. “Imagine someone suddenly approaching you and attacking you, trying to stab your kidneys or other vulnerable internal organs with a dagger. This armor would protect you very well… and it also provides a considerable degree of protection against spells.”

“That’s right, Harry! Say more! Let that soft little snake over there listen more!” Sirius said smugly. “It is said that Gryffindor dressed similarly a thousand years ago, wearing armor, with a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right.”

"Like Harry?" Ron looked at the weapon at Harry's waist with some envy and said, "Except that Harry's right hand doesn't have a sword but a warhammer—what part of the basilisk is it made of?"

“Of course it’s the fangs,” Harry said simply. “So don’t blame me for not letting you touch them. Getting poisoned is no joke. The only antidote to the basilisk’s poison is the tears of the phoenix… Making Fawkes cry rashly could change my right to inherit her.”

"Aha! You've already set your sights on Dumbledore's phoenix?" Sirius nudged Harry, making a loud thud, and said with a mocking look, "Not a bad idea, Harry. Gryffindor also had their eyes on the goblin's sword back then."

“But that’s just gossip! Sirius!” Hermione couldn’t help but exclaim. “In the eyes of goblins, everything they make belongs to them. Even if a wizard provides materials or money, it’s just a temporary loan to the wizard. Gryffindor’s sword belongs to Gryffindor. It’s just that the greedy goblins won’t let go.”

"Okay, okay, calm down, little girl, we were just joking." Sirius surrendered on the spot in front of the serious Hermione.

“Gryffindor is a thousand years old,” Snape said, frowning. “Muggles are not Muggles from a thousand years ago either. I don’t think anyone would stab me in the kidney with a dagger now… or anything like that.”

“Put them on, Snape,” Harry said, shaking his head. “I’m more worried about you and Sirius than Hermione and the others… After all, one of you lacks critical thinking skills, and the other is always lurking in dangerous places… Get some exercise, Snape.”

Harry didn't finish his sentence, but he believed Snape would understand. After all, Dumbledore had stopped keeping Voldemort's Horcruxes a secret from his trusted confidants. So, if Voldemort's Horcruxes caused any trouble or left any trace in the outside world, not only would Lucius need to search for them, but Snape might also need to gather intelligence. Therefore, security was essential.

“…I understand.” Without arguing further, Snape silently accepted Harry’s obvious concern.

Let's begin the potion-training method tomorrow.

“Wait, Harry,” Sirius frowned slightly, realizing something was amiss. “Lack of critical thinking skills, is that referring to me? Surely not? Really not, right? Azkaban is certainly a dangerous place, well, the Forbidden Forest is too—”

"Speaking of which, unlike the outfit I specially made last year to attract the students' attention, this Basilisk outfit has some unique effects on its own," Harry changed the subject directly, and Sirius was easily led astray. "You should be able to feel it when you put it on."

In more technical terms, the armor worn by the seven people can be described as: [The Thousand-Year-Old Serpent's Chest Binding (Epic)]
Chest; 284 armor points

+97 Intelligence/Agility
+179 Stamina
+14 haste

+7 Critical Hit Chance
The hatred of the thousand-year-old serpent monster (2/2)

The Thousand-Year-Old Serpent Monster's Chest Binding
The thousand-year-old serpent monster's fur-lined pleated skirt
Set 2: The shattered soul fragments of the basilisk, broken by pain, are contained within. When you are attacked, there is a chance that the basilisk's spirit will be awakened to deal damage to the attacker; your spells also have a chance to awaken the basilisk's spirit, inflicting cursed serpent venom on the damage you deal.

The Thousand-Year-Old Serpent's Fur-Lined Pleated Skirt (Epic)
Legs; 132 armor
+84 Intelligence/Agility
+142 Stamina
+19 haste

+11 Mastery

The hatred of the thousand-year-old serpent monster (2/2)

The Thousand-Year-Old Serpent Monster's Chest Binding
The thousand-year-old serpent monster's fur-lined pleated skirt
Set 2: The shattered soul fragments of the basilisk, broken by pain, are contained within. When you are attacked, there is a chance that the basilisk's spirit will be awakened to deal damage to the attacker; your spells also have a chance to awaken the basilisk's spirit, inflicting cursed serpent venom on the damage you deal.

The armor is a simple two-piece set with no fancy effects, focusing instead on its protective capabilities. Harry plans to rework the armor after collecting some rare magical materials, and then carefully polish and forge it.

“I can definitely feel it a little,” Sirius said with a subtle expression. “I feel more energetic, and my movements seem to be a bit faster. Hmm, I feel like I could duel Dumbledore right now!”

"Hahahahaha!" Without any hesitation, Snape immediately mocked Sirius.

"What's so funny?" Sirius glared at Snape, knowing full well that the feeling was just his imagination, but he wasn't really angry. Instead, he awkwardly swayed his shoulders and said, "Honestly, why did you make the shoulder part look like a snake's head? Harry, that's not Gryffindor at all. We Gryffindor heroes should wear lions!"

"Because this armor is made from the corpse of a thousand-year-old basilisk, not some thousand-year-old lion's corpse." Harry just rolled his eyes at his godfather's unreasonable request. "In order to properly channel the power inherent in the material itself, the shape of the armor must be able to channel magic. Don't be picky, Sirius, it's already good enough that you have something to wear. —Sorry, Hagrid, your body is just too big, I can't make you a suit of armor."

“Oh, don’t mind such a small thing, Harry,” Hagrid waved his hand dismissively as he helped Neville get dressed. “Actually, I quite like the dagger you gave me. It’s very sharp and will be of great help to me in the Forbidden Forest.”

"That can be called a dagger?" Ron muttered under his breath. "It looks almost as long as my arm."

Hagrid's dagger is called the "Basilisk Fang (Epic)". Although it is called the basilisk's fang, it is actually forged from snake bone and steel... If it were really made from the basilisk's fang, Harry would be a little afraid that the carefree Hagrid might accidentally poison himself.

Even someone with half-giant blood might not be able to resist the basilisk's venom.

As for the warhammer Harry forged for himself, it was indeed a weapon forged from the fangs of a basilisk.

The Bite of the Thousand-Year-Old Serpent (Epic)

One hand; hammer
239-643 points of damage, speed 2.6
+217 Dexterity
+104 Stamina
+23 haste

+24 Critical Hit Chance
Equipment: Your attacks have a very high chance of inflicting the venom of the Thousand-Year Serpent upon attacking.

In short, judging by the current level of combat displayed by the wizarding world, Harry felt that his hammer was at least among the most lethal.

"Roar!!!"

Just as the group was excitedly inspecting their new equipment, a dragon roar was heard, and Angry Horns swooped down and landed next to Harry. She had probably noticed the excitement in the suitcase world and rushed over from her lair.

With a light nose bump, Sirius Black, who had come close, was knocked aside. Under the man's jealous gaze, Angry Horn affectionately rubbed his nose against Harry, deliberately holding back as if afraid of hurting him.

No man can resist a living dragon, and Sirius Black is no exception... but unfortunately, Angry Horns can resist his charm.

“Alright, alright, I know you missed me,” Harry said gently, stroking the scales of the Angry Horn. “Hmm, you don’t like my smell? The smell of these clothes? Don’t mind it, it’s a trophy, it’s dead, it was eaten… Hmm? What? You want one like this too? No way, you’re so big now, even if the Basilisk stripped off all its scales, it couldn’t make you a suit of armor…”

Amidst the envious gazes of the onlookers, although Angry Horn was only emitting low growls from her throat, Harry could clearly understand her words and was even communicating with her.

A year has passed, and Angry Horn has grown from a tiny lizard that could only flutter around on the table when it first hatched into a beautiful and strong dragon.

Although she hadn't fully entered adolescence, under Harry's careful care, Angry Horn already possessed a much stronger physique and shimmering scales than her peers at the same age. Most importantly, she was far more intelligent than her kind. Apart from not being able to speak human language directly, Angry Horn could clearly understand the meaning of Harry's words and accurately carry out Harry's instructions.

Old Minotaur's authentic animal taming techniques.

Yeah, she's just a little too smart, so smart that she knows to ask for new clothes for herself.

(End of this chapter)