Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

It takes a combination of intelligence and acting skills to win.

Harry had never expected that Draco's performance during the card game was completely different from the impression Draco had left on him in the past.

The impression Draco left on Harry before was similar to that of those old guys who have retired and are chatting in the bar.

They all look lazy and I'm the one posing, you can do whatever you want.

But if you buy me a beer, we can talk for a long time.

As soon as he touched the Gwent cards, Draco immediately turned into an extremely foul-mouthed, vicious warrior.

Even though Harry is a seasoned adventurer, he is also a devout paladin.

Still under Draco's trash talk, he became a little irritable.

When Draco even revealed this explosive news, that after he came back, he was not used to it and talked nonsense, so he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and stayed there for half a year.

Harry lost that round.

However, as a seasoned adventurer, Harry quickly mastered this technique.

Started trash talking with Draco.

Of course, simple trash talk could not affect Harry and Draco, who were both experienced adventurers.

So after Draco won a game by using the fact that he had lived in St. Mungo's for half a year.

Harry, who had learned a new trick, used the fact that someone had planted a parasite in his brain that could turn him into a monster to win back the game.

As the game intensified, Harry learned that Draco had worked as a witcher for decades in some strange world.

It was an extremely bad job. Not only did you have to fight dangerous monsters, but you might also be discriminated against by unruly people and not get paid.

Draco also knew that Harry had once worked as a respected paladin in a dangerous world for a long time.

It is a very dangerous job. Not only do you have to fight wild monsters, but sometimes you even have to deal with conspiracies from gods.

Harry and Draco got to know each other better, and with a look of "it's not easy for you either", their card playing tactics became even dirtier.

Seeing someone coming to sell lunch, Harry, feeling that he had no hope in this game, leaned out of the car window and looked.

He muttered, "I didn't expect it's already noon." Then he handed the card in his hand to Draco without hesitation, stood up from the ground and walked out of the box.

"Draco, what would you like to eat? It's my treat."

Draco said to Harry as he put away the cards on the ground.

"Then I'll treat you next time. It would be best if there's meat. If there's no meat, anything else will do."

Although Harry understood that the meat Draco was talking about was the kind of steaming hot stew that could be eaten with bread.

Or the kind of grilled steak that is sizzling with oil, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

But on the Hogwarts Express, there would obviously not be the kind of food that adventurers would eat around the campfire in the camp.

So Harry took back handfuls of Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pies, Cauldron Cakes, and Liquorice Wands from the trolley.

There were also some strange foods that Harry had never seen before.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were leaning on chairs in the compartment, had no interest in Gwent at all. As soon as the train started, the two big men fell asleep leaning against each other.

At this time, he was woken up by Draco and saw the food Harry had piled on the empty seat.

They immediately became excited and swept through like whirlwind.

Facing Crabbe and Goyle, who were like ogres, eating with both hands as if they were afraid they would choke to death.

Generally speaking, people who see them will either be intimidated by their aura and give up eating because they lose their appetite.

Or they will be driven by their atmosphere of "What is this? Let me eat it! It's delicious! What is that? Let me eat it! It's delicious!"

I started to eat like them, as if I hadn't eaten for three years.

But Harry and Draco are obviously not ordinary people.

So Harry and Draco still ate very politely.

Even when it comes to pumpkin pie and cauldron cake, which are clearly not foods that one person should hold and chew.

Harry and Draco also spent a little time figuring out how they should cut the pie and cauldron cake.

At this moment, Harry suddenly remembered Dali and stuffed something in his pocket to protect himself.

Then Harry pulled a can of pepper spray from his trouser pocket.

Although I don't know what kind of mentality Dali had when he stuffed a can of pepper spray into the hands of a paladin and wizard apprentice like himself.

But this can of pepper spray obviously couldn't be used to cut pies and cakes, so Harry stuffed the can of pepper spray back.

Finally, Harry, who was chewing a licorice wand, and Draco, who was holding a chocolate frog in his mouth, came to a conclusion after studying it for a while.

It is definitely not possible to force it with your hands, you still have to cut it with a knife.

However, none of the four people in the box carried a knife.

So Harry opened the suitcase and took out his longsword from it.

Although this sword was made to kill the mysterious man.

But before killing the You-Know-Who, Harry wouldn't mind using the sword to cut a cake or something.

Only novice adventurers would sanctify their weapons and worship them as treasures.

Experienced adventurers know that weapons are just expensive tools. As long as they are properly maintained, they will not fail at the critical moment.

Tools are meant to be used. What they are used for is actually not that important.

For example, Shadowheart, a priest in the former adventure team, after obtaining the artifact Hammer of Lathander, often used this hammer to crack walnuts and other things.

Not to mention Captain Xie Nian, who often uses his weapon, the God of Murder, a dagger called Bloodthirsty, to cut steak and cheese during meals.

Even divine weapons cannot escape the fate of becoming tableware, so this sword, which has been enchanted, can be used to cut pies and cakes.

For adventurers, what is important is never the weapons, but the companions who can adventure with them.

"Nice sword, where did you get it?"

After putting away the Gwent cards, Draco returned to his old-fashioned demeanor as a retired old man chatting in a bar.

When he saw Harry's sword, his eyes immediately lit up.

"I forged it myself."

"Great sword."

Draco came closer and looked at the pattern on the sword.

"What's its name?"

"Pink furry bunny."

When Draco heard the name Harry said, his pupils dilated.

"Why did you name this sword?"

Harry raised his sword and made a starting stance.

"Because no one can bear the shame of being killed by a pink furry rabbit."

"You must hate that guy."

Draco noticed that Harry's aura changed instantly after he raised the sword.

It was as if Harry was not facing delicious pumpkin pie and cauldron cakes, but a dragon ready to burn the village behind him.

"Who says it's not true? He killed my parents. In the name of Woking, I will bring him justice."

Harry's voice was a little deep at first, then became light.

"But before that, let's cut some pies and cakes."

Just as Harry swung the sword in his hand and began to cut the pumpkin pie and cauldron cake.

The door of the box was suddenly opened.

A female voice mixed with arrogance, pride, and a bit of contempt came from outside the box.

"Is Harry here? Someone said we should be friends."

011 Hermione Granger

"Is Harry here? Someone said we should be friends."

Due to his years of adventurous experience, Harry could smell trouble as soon as the owner of the voice opened his mouth.

The owner of such an arrogant tone will always bring trouble to others.

Swing the sword quickly to cut the cakes and pies into pieces without damaging the packaging under the cakes and pies.

As Harry sheathed his sword and turned around, he heard a rhythmic applause coming from the door of the box.

Turning around, Harry saw a girl with long fluffy hair tied behind her head, a pair of slightly visible front teeth, and she was already wearing new Hogwarts robes.

Although her teeth were not very good, her facial features showed that she was a beautiful girl, leaning against the door frame of the box.

As if she were some important person, she clapped slowly in a rhythm of 'I admire you very much' while looking at Harry holding the sword with a smile on her face.

"I thought Hogwarts only had a few, psychic… wizards, I mean."

The girl stopped clapping, stood up from the doorframe and walked towards Harry.

"I didn't expect that there was someone in Hogwarts who had such sophisticated swordsmanship."

Looking at the brown-haired girl walking towards him, Harry unconsciously took half a step back.

Although this girl is slightly shorter than Harry, the aura she exudes makes her look like a two-meter-tall giant.

The last time Harry encountered someone with an aura like this, what followed hadn't been particularly pleasant.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Harry, Harry Potter, right?"

The girl walked three steps in front of Harry, stopped and looked at him.

"That's right..."

Before Harry could ask who she was, the brown-haired girl pinched the sides of her robe with both hands, lifted it up slightly, and bowed slightly to Harry.