Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Turbo Bar, Westbrook Japan Street

Harry drove Alvarado, the Soul Ring car he'd bought from the old captain, and pulled over to the side of the road with Rebecca and Pilaf. Rebecca had completely returned to normal. Harry was exhausted by the bickering between the two siblings in the back seat; it was so damn noisy. He turned around several times to tell them to be quiet, but the result was obvious: these two could never be quiet together, they were even more ridiculous than the Watson twins.

"We're here. You two get out of the car!" Harry opened the back door and angrily dragged the two out.

"Harry, over here!" Mann leaned against his Goodra 66 Avenger, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and waving to Harry with the other.

Harry stepped forward, naturally took the beer from Mann's hand, clinked glasses with Mann, and then took a few gulps from the bottle.

"Thanks for the invitation. To be honest, you are the first team to invite me."

Mann laughed. "Looks like those teams before didn't have any vision. They didn't even think much of you." He then took a sip of his drink. "I really have to thank you this time. The commission was originally only 40,000 euros, but because you caught that pervert, Wakako raised it by another 5,000 euros. Haha."

"You're too kind. Not only me, but Pila and Rebecca were also of little help. If you hadn't helped me distract them downstairs, and if the hackers hadn't broken the alarms and surveillance cameras and cleaned up the virus, we might not have succeeded this time." Harry smiled, clinked glasses with Mann, and took another swig of his drink.

"You already know Pila and Rebecca, right?"

"Yeah, those two siblings are even more bullshit than Watson and his twins."

"Hahahaha, kindred spirits!"

The two watched as Pila stacked bottles high among a pile of tables in the bar, and Rebecca leaned against a stone platform with a bottle in her hand, and simultaneously rubbed their temples.

"Those are Lucy and Qiwei over there, our team's two hackers," Mann reintroduced, pointing to Lucy with pink hair and white clothes, and Qiwei with blonde hair and red clothes.

They noticed Mann's gaze and turned around. Harry gave them a salute, which they returned. "Actually, I started out as a hacker too. I heard about some legendary hackers from the priest, but then I realized that hacking wasn't for me, so I switched to S.A.S ...

"Sianwis... Huh!?"

Mann looked at Harry with a bewildered expression, then looked at Harry's back with disbelief and longing. "Aren't you only 16? Aren't you afraid of going crazy?"

Harry took a swig of his drink, tapped the bottle against Mann's gorilla-like arm and the prosthetic arm connected to the projectile launcher, and said speechlessly, "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm as pretentious as you? Besides, why don't you just act like a psychopath? Trying to act like S.A.S.S.?"

Mann's tone was somewhat dissatisfied: "If a 16-year-old like you can act like this, why can't I?"

"I told you I'm really good at pretending, would you believe me?"

"Ha, believe your mother." Mann took a swig of his drink and glanced at Harry.

"Then there's only one left, and I'm determined," Harry said, rephrasing his statement.

"I don't think my developing nerves can withstand that many nerve stimulations from the Sianwistan." Mann didn't say anything more, but he had already decided to buy a Sianwistan.

"Harry".

"What's wrong?"

"I've actually inquired quite a bit about you."

Harry looked at Mann with fear in his eyes, then jokingly clutched his chest. "What do you want to do? I'm telling you, I'm straight."

"Fuck you." Mann was speechless for a moment, then said, "Get to the point. What I found out is that you are the adopted son of Father Sebastian, the most powerful middleman in the Heywood region, the bloodthirsty holy son of Heywood, the youngest mercenary, and a formidable lone wolf."

"Hmm~, you're making me blush," Harry said with a smile.

"Harry, actually, I'd like to invite you to join my team." Mann's true intentions were revealed.

"That's the real reason you invited me, isn't it?" Harry narrowed his eyes, his emerald green prosthetic eye gleaming with an inexplicable light, like a cat that sees through everything in the night.

"Well, no, I really was going to invite you." Mann gave an awkward laugh and immediately took a swig of his drink to change the subject.

Harry stared intently at Mann until nonexistent cold sweat began to bead on Mann's forehead before speaking, "I'm willing to join, but I might disappear for a while from time to time. I'll let you know before I disappear, and it's up to you whether you can accept that." Harry stated his conditions, hoping to have a few true companions who could protect him amidst the gunfire of Night City, rather than those who wanted to take advantage of his status as a priest.

"Hahaha, okay, I accept!" Mann laughed loudly. Although Harry said he would disappear from time to time, since he said he would notify him, he wouldn't deliberately cause trouble for them before disappearing. Wasn't that like having an extra awesome ally? "I knew we'd get along!"

Harry laughed, raised his bottle and clinked it against Mann's, then downed it in one gulp. He tossed the bottle to the ground, beckoned to the shopkeeper, and ordered a few more bottles of vodka. He handed one to Mann, then casually passed it to a small hand reaching down from below before downing it in one go. He had downed half a bottle of vodka in one go.

"This one still has the most power!"

Harry shouted with delight, then suddenly remembered that he had intended to hand out an extra bottle of vodka. Looking down, he met Rebecca's red and green eyes.

"Welcome to the team, Harry." Rebecca held up a bottle of vodka, gestured to Harry, and then downed it in one gulp, just like Harry did. The result was...

"Cough, cough cough cough... What the hell is this? It's so spicy."

Rebecca coughed incessantly from the spiciness of the vodka, her little green head bobbing around. Harry couldn't resist and petted her again, unsurprisingly gaining another fluffy cat.

Harry used one hand to hold Rebecca's head down. Rebecca's arm was too short to reach Harry, and finally, to Harry's disbelief, she bit his hand.

"hiss...."

Harry felt a sharp pain in his hand and couldn't help but hiss. Rebecca released her mouth, glanced at Harry, then looked up, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "You jerk, you'll be busy from now on, you won't get a break. I'm off... Have fun ╮(￣▽￣)╭" Then, she shuffled away, her green ponytail swaying, gradually disappearing from Harry's sight.

The radio next to me started playing "I Really Want to Stay At Your House".

"I couldn't wait for you to come clear the cupboards..."

Harry, holding the bottle of liquor, watched Rebecca's retreating figure and inexplicably felt that the song was both fitting and sad. He was completely immersed in it and did not notice Mann's wickedly grinning face approaching.

Then, a large hand pressed down on Harry's head and rubbed it incessantly. "Harry, I didn't realize you were a lolicon~"

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch." Harry laughed and pushed Mann's hand away.

"I didn't expect you to like this one~" Mann mocked, then picked up the bottle and took a swig.

They drank until midnight, both of them completely drunk. In the end, Dorio helped Mann up while Falco drove Harry back to the pub where the priest often stayed.