Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Turbocharged bar.

Harry pulled up in his Alvarado in front of the bar. Mann waved to him from a seat outside. Pilaf was still doing his plate-stacking act. Kivy and Lucy were still standing on opposite sides, leaning against the wall and drinking. Dorio was clinking glasses with Falco. Falco had several cases of liquor on his table, which Harry and Mann had promised him to drink as much as he wanted, and they would cover the cost. Rebecca was sitting on a stone platform in the green belt opposite Mann, drinking beer. When she saw Harry arrive, she waved to him as well.

"You're here? Harry Goldenhand," Mann said to Harry with a smile. "How's your new arm?"

"Fuck you." Harry sat down next to Rebecca, extending his golden left hand to catch the vodka that Mann tossed to him. "It really works. No wonder Johnny Silverhand had to replace his arm."

"This isn't 2013 anymore. Your arm is definitely more useful than Silver Hand's." Mann took a sip of his drink, then handed Harry a packet of synthetic meat and continued, "Whatever, you've earned the title of Harry the Golden Hand. A few audacious bastards filmed part of our operation, and now we're quite famous."

"I know, Dad told me about it too." Harry took a bite of the synthetic meat, then took a sip of vodka to smooth things out, and continued, "We still haven't found out which bastards filmed it. Luckily, biotechnology is too busy to handle its own problems right now, otherwise we'd be in real trouble."

"To the living!" Harry raised his glass to the sky. Mann raised his hand and clinked it with Harry's. He then raised his other small hand, holding a beer, to the sky, wanting to clink glasses with Harry, but he wasn't tall enough. In the end, he tapped the beer bottle on Harry's head.

Harry turned to look at Rebecca, reached out his wicked hand and rubbed it all over her head. Rebecca's two ponytails were shaken by the rubbing. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed Harry's right arm and bit him hard.

"Hiss~" A sharp pain shot through Harry as he raised his right arm. Rebecca was biting his forearm. Harry used his left arm to lift Rebecca by the back of her collar and pulled her down.

"You bastard, I let you rub me, but that doesn't mean you can be so brazen!" Rebecca struggled a few times in the air, being held by the scruff of her neck by Harry. "Put me down!"

Harry released his grip, and Rebecca landed steadily on the ground. She walked to Harry's left, pushed herself up onto the stone platform, and took out a beer to clink with Harry. "Even though you survived, I still won't let you get away with this, you bastard."

"Okay, I'll try to die before..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Rebecca stuffed a drink into his mouth. "Don't talk about life or death, just stay alive!"

"Okay, I got it. Take the bottle away..." Harry forcefully pulled the bottle out of Rebecca's mouth and then ruffled her hair.

Bottle after bottle of vodka were being downed as Harry, Mann, and Dorio drank together, seeing who would pass out first. Pilaf, Falco, and Rebecca were keeping count, while Kiwi and Lucy watched with interest. The pile of bottles around them grew larger and larger. Other mercenaries, thugs, and low-level office workers leaving work all looked over, and some even started betting on who would be the first to collapse.

"I bet 20 euros on that big guy!" shouted the company's ox-horse.

"20? Are you trying to fob me off? I bet that woman 100 euros!" a thug shouted, his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

"I bet 500 euros!" a drunken mercenary shouted, raising his hand.

......

"I...I can't take it anymore..." Dorio was the first to give in, collapsing back into the chair. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, she vomited. "Ugh..."

"I...I'm so damn good...Harry, you, you're awesome..." Mann was completely dazed. He shouted at Falco, "Come on, another one!" As he spoke, his huge body fell backward and blacked out.

"I, I won!" Harry held the vodka bottle high and poured it into his mouth. Although most of it got on his face, everyone else thought he had finished it.

"Golden Hand Bro is awesome!"

"Harry's awesome!"

"Harry, you idiot...don't lift me up like that!"

......

When Harry woke up again, he was in his own bed. He checked the time and realized he had slept for a whole day and night. It was already the third day. He got out of bed, took a shower, and vomited a lot before he was fully awake. He pushed open the door and saw the priest standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at him expressionlessly.

Replenish!

A warning bell suddenly rang in Harry's mind; his father always had this expression when he was about to punish him.

"Dad, I..."

"58 bottles of vodka, 26 bottles of whiskey, 31 bottles of brandy..." The priest counted on his fingers in front of Harry. "With a prosthetic stomach, you're going to drink yourself to death, huh?" The priest's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Normally, the priest wouldn't interfere with Harry's parties. In his eyes, it's normal to drink until you black out and have to be carried back home. But this time, Harry's drinking volume far exceeded the capacity of his prosthetic stomach. If the prosthetic body were of slightly lower quality, he might even have drunk himself to death.

"Dad, listen to me, what's going on here... this..." Harry tried to argue.

"You don't need to explain to me." The priest laughed, but it was a chilling laugh. "I understand you..."

night.

"Old Wei, do you have a spare bed?"

......

In the days that followed, Harry became much more peaceful, spending his days carving runes at home. Finally, on Christmas Day in this world, he made pendants from the best defensive runes he had carved and gave them to everyone in Mann's Squad: Old Man Vermouth, Jack, Misty, Mrs. Wells, the priest, and Lieutenant James Norris. He was ready to begin his journey.

The day before the time travel, he prepared everything, retrieved the Yinglong that had been sent to Old Via for maintenance, had Old Via adjust his prosthetic body, took all his belongings, and most importantly, took two cases of vodka. He told the team that he was going on a long trip, and after telling the priest, he activated the time travel in front of the priest.

Another intense white light filled Harry's eyes, growing brighter and brighter until it reached a limit and then all the light disappeared, including Harry and everything he was holding.

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King's Cross Station, August 1992.

A bright white light emanated from a small alley, and Harry appeared out of thin air in the exact same spot where he had been before he left.

"What kind of weird time flow is this?" Harry sighed, looking at the notification on his time travel ability. "Hopefully, there won't be too many problems this new school year."

Thinking this, he looked down at himself. Well, he was only slightly taller than in his first year. He could still wear his clothes from last year. With that thought, Harry took out his first-year wizard robe from his suitcase and put it on, especially his golden hands, which were covered up completely. He pushed his luggage out of the alley, away from King's Cross Station, found a relatively quiet side street, raised his wand, and called for the Knight Bus.