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HRHL# CHAPTER 219

“Sirius Black?”

Harry read the name on the wanted poster.

It wasn’t the first time he’d come across the name. Among the students two years below him, there was a Sirius Black, the son of Headmaster Phineas Black.

Headmaster Black had five children: Sirius II, Phineas II, Cygnus, Belvina, and Arcturus.

Sirius, meaning “the Dog Star,” was a common name in the Black family. As far as Harry knew, before his younger schoolmate Sirius, another Black family member...

HRA# CHAPTER 165

Harry gestured for his apprentices to clear a space, then conjured a stone dummy five paces away using his earth elemental, Ragehorn, as a target.

“Before I begin,” Harry said gravely to his small group, “I must warn you: everything I’m about to do, if you don’t want to sever your connection to the shamanic path and lose the favor of the elements, you must never attempt on your own.”

His tone was so serious that even the apprentices who had been buzzing with e...

HRHL# CHAPTER 218

“I only got my driver’s license a while back when I had some free time,” Veratia said casually, as if sharing everyday gossip with Harry.

Harry gazed out the window and remarked, “Your thirst for knowledge makes me feel a bit inadequate.”

Veratia laughed lightly. “It’s just a wizard who missed a century catching up on the last hundred years. Hardly a thirst for knowledge.”

The two made their way to the Leaky Cauldron, parked the car, and Apparated to the outs...

HRA# CHAPTER 164

As the camera flashed, the beaming faces of the Gryffindor students were captured forever.

Butterbeer doesn’t get you drunk, but somehow, it still does.

By the end of the night, many students didn’t even make it back to their dormitories. Instead, they sprawled across the common room floor in a chaotic heap, waking up the next morning with pounding headaches.

But butterbeer could never get Harry Potter tipsy—it only left him wanting more. So, later that night, Harry sl...

HRHL# CHAPTER 217

After absorbing some magical energy at the Dursleys’ house, Veratia left and returned to school to continue her classes.

Harry didn’t understand what was so fascinating about Muggle knowledge, nor did he care to find out at the moment. His top priority was tracking down Cassandra.

In his spare time, he didn’t forget to visit Godric’s Hollow to practice his magic.

Practicing magic at the Dursleys’ was out of the question, of course. The Ministry of Magic’s Trace c...

HRA# CHAPTER 163

Classes were finally over for the day, but the students could hardly focus. They were too busy whispering about Harry, their excitement bubbling over. Professor McGonagall even had to snap at them to get their attention back on the lesson.

Professor Binns’ History of Magic class, usually a snooze-fest, was anything but dull today. The room buzzed like a Diagon Alley marketplace. The ghostly professor droned on from the textbook, but the students were engrossed in heated discussions be...

HRHL# CHAPTER 216

After dinner, Harry saw Hedwig glide gracefully through the window, landing on his desk. In her beak, she carried a parchment. Harry opened it and read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that the new school year will commence on September 1st. The Hogwarts Express will depart from King’s Cross Station, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, at eleven o’clock.

Third-year students will be permitted to visit Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please have the enclosed per...

HRA# CHAPTER 162

As a man with a refined lifestyle, Gilderoy Lockhart, even as a professor at Hogwarts, refused to use the items left behind by his predecessors. Instead, he brought his own furniture—everything from carpets to chandeliers was personally selected by him.

As for the cabinets and miscellaneous junk left by previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors... Lockhart found many of them so repulsive they gave him goosebumps. He didn’t bother examining them closely and had them piled up ...

HRHL# CHAPTER 215

Sebastian had always been a bit of a know-it-all, and now, as a ghost, he needed something to occupy his time. Naturally, he didn’t refuse Draco’s request.

Besides, the Malfoy family had an extensive library, and he could search for books that might hold the key to breaking the dark magic curse on Anne.

Draco, ever the opportunist, saw Sebastian’s willingness and pushed further, inviting him to come home with him.

“In principle, I wouldn’t refuse,” Sebastian had ...

HRA# CHAPTER 161

“Very well done, Harry,” Professor McGonagall said, unable to suppress a small smile. “I think that phrase could easily become a Gryffindor house rule. At the very least, it might keep them from stirring up trouble they can’t handle.”

“That might be a bit tricky,” Harry replied with a grin, thinking of the antics his classmates had pulled under the Gryffindor banner. “For them, fun and excitement always come first.”

“Indeed,” McGonagall sighed, all too famili...

HRHL# CHAPTER 214

Veratia turned her head away, feigning interest in the white bedsheet beside her, forcibly suppressing a laugh.

Harry, teased, began to make excuses: “That’s where you’re wrong—it wasn’t my Basilisk. It was bred by Slytherin, only obeying the Heir of Slytherin… and Ominis is the Slytherin descendant. So, by rights, he’s the Basilisk’s master. If you want to settle scores, you should go after him.”

Without waiting for Sebastian to respond, Harry ...

HRA# CHAPTER 160

“Not only that, the Malfoy family has also lost their seat on the Hogwarts Board of Governors. You understand what that means, don’t you, Harry?” Professor Flitwick continued, his tone light but pointed. “When it came to establishing the Shamanism course and appointing you as the new professor, the Malfoys—well, let’s just say certain Slytherin-affiliated governors—were vehemently opposed.”

“But the Malfoys were the most vocal against it,” Harry interjected, piecing ...

HRHL# CHAPTER 213

The remaining days passed quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and soon it was nearly time for the holidays.

In the Great Hall, the classic Gryffindor colors of gold and red adorned the space. Thanks to the firm hand of Governor Poppy Sweating, Professor Snape’s notorious precision in docking points had been effectively curbed. As a result, Gryffindor’s score soared ahead, leading by an impressive 124 points.

The students from the three other houses sat in the Great Hall, b...

HRA# CHAPTER 159

“Look at Ginny now!” Ron couldn’t help but laugh as he scanned the crowd for his younger sister. “Haha, she looks so nervous!”

“Oh, our dear little Ronnie, there’s no need to mock our sister,” George said, slinging an arm over Ron’s shoulder with mock sincerity. “If we’re being honest, you looked way more nervous than Ginny when you stood up there last year.”

Ron’s laughter died instantly.

What did that mean?

Just like he was chuckling at the ...

HRHL# CHAPTER 212

In the Headmaster’s office, Albus Dumbledore sat with his eyes closed, resting quietly. When he heard Harry enter, he didn’t even open his eyes, merely asking softly, “Harry?”

“It’s me, Professor,” Harry replied, giving a wave to Phineas Nigellus, who was standing nearby.

Phineas waved back, looking as if they were old pals.

Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, appearing weary.

“What’s wrong, Professor?” Harry asked with concern.

Dumbledore let out a s...

HRA# CHAPTER 158

His current disguise was flawless—a persona shaped by years of humiliation following Voldemort’s downfall, harboring a deep-seated grudge against the boy who caused it all. Professional, honed through life-or-death practice, every tone, gesture, and expression was perfectly in place.

“Why are you here, Hagrid?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Oh, just pickin’ up some things… stuff we can use at the castle,” Hagrid mumbled vaguely. “But you lot, you shouldn’t pay him...

HRHL# CHAPTER 211

After stepping out of Azkaban’s fortress, Dumbledore glanced back at Harry and said, “Shall we return to Hogwarts first? Emerging from Azkaban is hardly a trivial matter. I think you should have a meal, take a bath, and then we can review Morfin Gaunt’s memories—those concerning Tom.”

“Alright, Professor,” Harry replied with a nod.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Harry didn’t head straight to his dormitory. Instead, he made his way to Newt’s tent.

Newt had just ...

HRA# CHAPTER 157

Lockhart paused deliberately, and the middle-aged witches responded with perfect coordination—no longer staring at Harry with that frenzied look after Lockhart revealed his identity.

Truth be told, their gazes made Harry feel… uneasy, to put it mildly. It was as if they might pounce and pull him into a suffocating hug at any moment. Truly terrifying.

On the other side, Lockhart, after a brief moment of suspense, continued, “In fact, Harry and his classmates will have the pri...

HRHL# CHAPTER 210

Upon hearing the news, Harry shot to his feet.

“What did you say?! Sebastian’s in Azkaban?!”

He truly hadn’t expected that Sebastian would end up imprisoned in Azkaban of all places.

Morphin took two quick breaths, gasping as he said, “Yes, he’s in a cell just one room over from ours on the right… He should… still be alive.”

“Professor,” Harry glanced at Dumbledore and turned to leave.

The moment he stepped out of the cell, a Dementor glided...

HRA# CHAPTER 156

It might have been aimed at Filch, or perhaps not—ever since Filch became a shaman last year, his threat level had skyrocketed.

Once it was just damned Filch and his damned cat. Now there was an additional menace: his damned earth elemental.

That tiny earth elemental scurried through every corner of the castle. Even the soil in flowerpots was no longer safe, ready at any moment to tattle to Filch. Then the castle caretaker would swoop in with his cat, mercilessly hauling rule-br...

HRHL# CHAPTER 209

“The Patronus Charm?”

Harry recalled this spell. Before the final battle with Ranrok, the Order of the Phoenix had been preparing to learn it.

But…

Because he had traveled through time, he had never actually learned the spell.

The same went for Occlumency.

What he didn’t know was that neither Cassandra nor Veratia seemed particularly keen on teaching him this charm.

Harry shook his head and said, “Not really. You know, before I came back to this e...

HRA# CHAPTER 155

Hermione couldn’t help but sigh.

If Harry’s apprentice could already commune with the elements, even commanding them to stand guard or relay messages, she was way out of her league. During the summer, when wizarding magic was off-limits, Hermione had thrown herself into studying shamanic arts with fervor. But sadly, her earth elemental, Dotty, was aloof, often ignoring her or going silent without warning.

Hermione had scoured Muggle myths, legends, and religious rituals for in...

HRHL# CHAPTER 208

Harry, of course, understood what Dumbledore meant.

Voldemort, that master of curses, would naturally know how to undo them as well. As the old saying goes, within seven steps of poison lies its antidote. Someone skilled in casting dark curses would surely know how to lift them too.

Harry pondered for a moment, reflecting on the rapport—or lack thereof—between himself and Voldemort. Then it hit him.

Every time they met, Harry hurled insults at Voldemort and his dear moth...

HRA# CHAPTER 154

Sometimes, Harry felt like he was getting rusty, as if a once-sharp blade had gone unused for too long, dulled by time, worn by age, and slowed by the corrosion of a peaceful, comfortable life.

Like right now.

Lying flat on his hide-covered bed, Harry stared blankly at the girl standing by his bedside, her lips moving rapidly as she chattered about something. He was certain her mouth was moving, but honestly, not a single word she said was registering in his ears.

“…If I...

HRHL# CHAPTER 207

It was unclear who had suggested it to the professors, but the exams now included coursework grades. Since Harry hadn’t attended classes recently, his Potions grade was a mere A (Acceptable, a passing mark).

The other professors, however, were more lenient, giving him decent coursework scores that kept his overall grades at a respectable “O” (Outstanding). Even the strict Professor McGonagall gave Harry a favorable evaluation, considering he could flawlessly transfigure a desk int...

HRA# CHAPTER 153

In Percy’s eyes, working for the Ministry of Magic had always been the pinnacle of wizarding society—noble in both status and influence. The Ministry controlled every facet of the wizarding world, didn’t it? The salary, the prestige, the power—nobody could defy the Ministry.

But today, everything was different.

The Ministry had lost.

That boy, no older than his youngest brother, had actually taken the Ministry to court. And, more shockingly, he had won. From the glee...

HRHL# CHAPTER 206

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the final exams arrived.

With the leaves of Mallowsweet completely depleted, Harry had to wait until September to continue his search for Merlin’s relics.

Mallowsweet, a rare magical plant native to Britain, was essential not only for initiating Merlin’s Trials but also as a key ingredient in potion-making. As a result, it was always in high demand on the market.

Buying Mallowsweet leaves out of season came at a...

HRA# CHAPTER 152

“A whole person, a rational person, a just person, a resolute person, a person who knows themselves, a person with purpose, an adult—at least in soul.”

As if reciting a poem, Dumbledore spoke with a calm, leisurely tone.

“When I was young, I listened to the teachings of my parents and professors, shaping myself to fit this world.”

“But when I became an adult, everything changed. Instead of letting the world change me, I chose to change the world.”

For the...

HRHL# CHAPTER 205

It turned out that even Dumbledore had developed an immunity to Gellert’s words.

He wasn’t entirely oblivious to Senior Grindelwald, but in his view, there was no way she could be as Gellert described—hoarding dark magical artifacts and potentially becoming another Grindelwald, leader of a wizarding supremacist movement. So, he dismissed Gellert’s “nonsense” outright. Knowing Gellert well, Dumbledore chalked it up to the antics of an attention-seeking troublemaker.

In ...

HRA# CHAPTER 151

For a moment, Cornelius Fudge’s face darkened—though he knew he shouldn’t let such an expression show, some things were simply beyond his control.

Everything was far too different from what he had anticipated. He hadn’t expected the Wizengamot members to be so utterly clueless about what truly mattered. Was the focus supposed to be on new magic? Shouldn’t it be about the law and the authority of the Ministry of Magic?

What was wrong with these people?

His expressio...