Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 25: Dumbledore's Honesty and Desire
"The consequences of the revival of elements are the conclusions I drew based on the knowledge I have." Harry shook his head and said, "I don't have a teacher, Headmaster Dumbledore. To be precise, my teacher is not in this world."

"… Then who are you?"

“It was like a dream, adventure, learning, and growth in another world. However, when I woke up, I found that I was still in this world.” Adhering to the principle of not telling lies, Harry said sincerely: “It was those wonderful experiences like dreams that allowed me to learn all this and become a true shaman.”

Learning in dreams, in the magical world, although this statement may sound a bit outrageous at first, it is very magical and seems quite normal.

After all, in the books about the wizarding world, Harry saw the man who left his own legend in both the wizarding world and the Muggle world—Merlin.

According to records, Merlin was born from the union of a nightmare and a human woman, and throughout the history of ancient magic, there are many records of people growing up in dreams.

——Harry suddenly found that he seemed to be going further and further on the path of being born with supernatural powers.

"I understand," Dumbledore nodded, his eyes deep. "As I said before, I am willing to believe you, Harry, believe everything you said, and I am willing to try to understand - let's put aside the revival of elements for now. After all, according to what you said, it will be a very difficult process."

"Professor Quirrell," Dumbledore said seriously, "So the reason you discovered Professor Quirrell's abnormality is because you are a shaman?"

"Yes, I saw that Professor Quirrell's soul was dying, and his spiritual light had become extremely dim..." Harry said frankly.

From the shaman's unique perspective to the discovery of Professor Quirrell's soul abnormality during class, to the kind-hearted attempt to examine and treat the professor but was met with a fierce response, and even a direct fight with Quirrell.

"That was Legilimency, Harry," Dumbledore said after hearing Harry describe the strange vision he had when he looked into Quirrell's eyes. "You were right... I didn't expect he would actually..."

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"It sounds like you already knew he had problems," Harry said calmly, "If you knew he had problems but still made him a professor, then you would be derelict in your duty as the headmaster."

Harry's words were a bit too sharp, but Dumbledore didn't seem angry at all. He just stared at Harry for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

Still the kind that smiles brightly.

"You know what, Harry?" Dumbledore stood up from his chair, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked outside and said, "If it were in the past, I would tell you that you did something very dangerous, or you must be too tired and distracted... In short, the most important thing you should do now is to go back to the dormitory and have a good rest in bed."

"Then you'd better not do that, Headmaster," Harry said calmly, "I know exactly what I'm doing and I know my situation."

"Of course, of course," Dumbledore said repeatedly, "I did think so, but I suddenly remembered the advice of the Sorting Hat."

"Advice from the Sorting Hat?" Harry asked puzzledly, and then he heard a loud shout from the cabinet behind him.

"Yes! It's me!" Standing on... probably on the cabinet, the Sorting Hat twisted its body and shouted, "Long time no see, kid!"

"Only a few days actually, Hat," Harry waved his hand, "It's been nice talking to you."

"I feel the same way, kid. I wish I could jump down and give you a hug right now, but I'm just a hat," the Sorting Hat said happily, twisting the tip of its hat as if dancing. "Although I would like to hear how far your adventure plan has progressed, I don't think Albus would be happy to hear this. If you have the chance, wear me and we'll talk about it in secret."

"Yes, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts after all... Well, even though I am facing charges of dereliction of duty now, I still cannot sit idly by and watch a child talk about his Forbidden Forest adventure plan in front of me. I would regrettably lose points from Gryffindor if I did that," Dumbledore turned around and said humorously.

"In short, it is because of the advice of the Sorting Hat - it advised me not to treat you as an ordinary child, but as an adult wizard." Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "If other people knew about this, I am afraid that more people would call me old and confused... I receive several letters every day now."

"That's all because that reporter named Rita has been slandering you wantonly, and you just pretended not to see it, Dumbledore!" The Slytherin headmaster finally broke free and said dissatisfiedly in the frame: "If I were you, I would let her know what the majesty of the Hogwarts headmaster is!"

"Oh, Phineas, I think Rita has graduated for a long time and is no longer under the supervision of the Hogwarts headmaster." Dumbledore waved his hand and said indifferently, "Let's get back to our business."

"Harry, perhaps you think that all this is my dereliction of duty, but I have to tell you that Professor Quirrell was our Muggle Studies professor last year - he was not like this," Dumbledore sighed slightly, "He applied to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. I didn't expect that things would turn out like this in just a holiday."

"Then kick him out now and recruit a new professor," Harry suggested. "I think it shouldn't be difficult to recruit a professor for Hogwarts."

"Yes, it is not difficult to recruit professors at Hogwarts - provided they are professors other than those teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore looked even more troubled. "There is a fact that is not officially recognized but known to everyone, and that is that this course is cursed, Harry."

"No professor can continue to teach this course for two years. Most of them will encounter various accidents after teaching for one year and cannot continue to teach."

"So much so that every year I have to find some people who are full of... courage to be the professor of this course. Obviously, this is becoming more and more difficult." Dumbledore joked, "You must not know how much I worry about this every year. How much beard I lose, Harry."

Suddenly there was a sound of burning fire in the room. Harry turned around and saw a bird nesting at the place where he had just entered the door, looking at him.

"That's the Phoenix, Fawkes," Dumbledore introduced, "It looks like she's back from eating."

The phoenix chirped as a greeting, and Harry nodded in return.

Not good looking.

At least it wasn't as pretty as the Phoenix in his memory. Not only could it not burn, it couldn't even glow.

A mount that doesn't glow is rubbish. "So we're going to let such a dangerous person stay in the school?" Harry turned his head and asked, "I don't think a kind professor would use illegal spells on students."

"I don't know how to explain this to you, Harry," Dumbledore said, looking a little tired, "but actually - well, I don't think he's dead yet."

"he?"

"Voldemort," Dumbledore said briefly, "Although many people in the wizarding world believe he is dead, I have reliable evidence that he is still alive."

"That's great," Harry said briskly, "I can avenge my biological parents with my own hands, right? And all the suffering I have endured over the years."

"… Hatred is not a good thing, Harry," Dumbledore said in a low voice, "but I can't find a reliable reason to convince you - to be honest, I think these past hatreds should be borne by those of us in the past."

"So Quirrell is Voldemort?" Harry simply skipped over this point. There was no need to discuss something that had already been decided.

"Remain rational, Harry." After taking a deep look at Harry, Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Don't forget what I just said. Professor Quirrell was still the professor of Muggle Studies last year. He was very normal at that time."

"So Voldemort is possessed by Quirrell?" Harry said, "Although I can't control and use the power of the soul like a warlock, it is easier to destroy it."

"I'm not sure," Dumbledore sat back down and sighed. "I don't know much about the Dark Arts, but Voldemort...he has gone down this path without hesitation."

"I don't even know what kind of magic he used, nor do I know whether his remaining state can still be called a soul, or... some unknown residue."

"And Professor Quirrell... I think he was just deceived by Voldemort, and maybe he can still be saved... After all, he is also my student, Harry, just like you, he is your senior."

What Dumbledore meant was that he was still unable to determine in what form Voldemort existed, whether it was a broken soul or he had transformed into an unknown dark magic creature. After all, magic was something very incredible and no one dared to make a conclusion easily.

Before Harry actually tried Quirrell, he was actually a little unsure - it was true that the shaman did possess the power of souls, but was Voldemort still a soul now?
There is no problem at all in bringing Voldemort and Quirrell together to attack Harry. Killing anyone is the same as killing them.

Before, Harry could only see Quirrell's astral projection in the astral plane. It was a chaotic oil painting whose colors could no longer be seen. Now that he thought about it, it should be the astral projections of Voldemort and Quirrell overlapping each other, and they could not be separated from each other, resulting in chaos.

Before extracting Quirrell's soul from his body, Harry couldn't see what Quirrell's soul looked like at the moment, or what form Voldemort existed in Quirrell in, direct possession? Fusion? Or some magical item?
After all, a shaman is not a warlock. The shaman's control over the soul is more focused on summoning the soul to appear and relying on the power of the ancestors. He is just a summoner and a middleman, and cannot be compared to those guys who eat soul fragments as candy.

Amplification, curse, distortion, extraction, division, fusion... those warlocks are the ones who can play with souls in all kinds of ways. There must be a reason why they can only stay in the sewers and cannot show up after protecting Azeroth so many times.

They were bubbling with evil just by looking at them, and there were always a few soul fragments floating around them. Harry had to be vigilant every time he communicated with them, because no one knew when these warlocks would cross the line and become truly corrupted.

In comparison, shamans are much more kind and conservative in their use of soul power... After all, those they summon are the souls of their ancestors or relatives, so who would dare to do anything wrong?

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This situation made Harry feel difficult for a moment, but he could also understand what Dumbledore was concerned about and what he wanted to do.

"So the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor?" Harry thought for a moment and continued, "And the small bag that Hagrid took out from Gringotts? He proudly told me at the time that he was sent to do this because he was Dumbledore's most trusted person."

"Oh, Hagrid is indeed trustworthy, isn't he?" Dumbledore blinked. "As you guessed, I need to confirm his condition and see what he can do now."

"Because you are Dumbledore, because you have defeated the Dark Lord twice, and because you feel that you are the only one in the entire wizarding world who can fight against him," Harry continued after Dumbledore's words.

Harry felt that he had almost understood the thoughts of this old man who was famous throughout the wizarding world. It was very straightforward - Dumbledore had set a trap.

"Don't worry, Harry," Dumbledore said sincerely, staring into Harry's eyes, "As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I have many powers that you can't imagine - nothing will happen to anyone."

"That would be best," Harry stood up, "I'll help keep an eye on it, too. I hope you can fulfill your responsibilities, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"of course."

After leaving these words, Harry turned and left the headmaster's office.

"Harry?" Dumbledore suddenly called Harry and said softly, "You said that shamans can summon the spirits of their ancestors and talk to their deceased relatives... Is this true?"

"Yes, Headmaster, you have seen it with your own eyes, haven't you?" Harry turned around and replied, "My promise to you has not changed. If you need it, I can cast a spell for you."

"No, I mean..." Dumbledore seemed to be hesitating, "You say, I... I can become a shaman?"

"It may be too late for you at your age, but we can still try," Harry stared into Dumbledore's eyes, "I need to find the corresponding materials to reconfigure the spiritual bond potion, so that you can try to find elements that ordinary people can't see - do you want to try?"

"...I think...I'm afraid I still need to think about it for a while," Dumbledore said bitterly, "Please forgive my hesitation again, Harry."

He took a step forward, but finally stopped.

(End of this chapter)