Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Just looking at Draco in his tuxedo gave Harry a strange feeling.

090 Can you explain it to me?

The first time Harry saw Draco in a tuxedo, he felt something was a little strange.

In fact, Draco's figure and appearance completely matched the suit he wore.

But Harry just felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.

After taking a closer look, Harry discovered the problem.

Draco's temperament of an adventurer is so strong that even if he wears this dress, it can't hide his rough aura.

It feels like a mace that has been forcibly painted pink and tied with rainbow ribbons. It looks harmless, but a closer look reveals flaws.

However, just as the Malfoy family wore formal suits when welcoming Harry, the following process was full of red tape that was proportional to the luxury of the manor.

In order not to embarrass his friend, Harry had to use all the etiquette he knew to save the situation.

It seems that in order to maintain posture, when sitting on a chair, you cannot put your buttocks completely on the chair.

Harry mastered all the details, such as raising the little finger when drinking tea.

Draco, who was sitting opposite Harry, looked at him secretly, "Brother, who are you?"

However, Draco's father Lucius was very satisfied with Harry's performance.

After all, Harry didn't act like an ordinary little wizard and talk to Lucius stiffly about Hogwarts or Quidditch, things that Lucius had no interest in.

Instead, he praised Draco as a promising child and revealed to Lucius his and Draco's business plan regarding Gwent.

When Harry first proposed this plan, Lucius had the expression on his face of a Muggle parent seeing his neighbor's child selling lemonade on the roadside.

Full of a sense of superiority as a veteran, and a condescending attitude of "Your little gadget is quite creative, let me see what you can come up with."

But when Harry said that he had won the support of Dumbledore and that this thing could be chosen by Hogwarts as a teaching aid.

The expression on Lucius's face changed instantly. It was as if the neighbor's kid had industrially produced the lemonade he was going to sell and had it now been put on the shelves in major supermarkets.

"Are you telling the truth?"

The disbelief on Lucius's face was overflowing from every pore of his body.

"Do I have to tell such a lie that you only need an owl to expose?"

Harry looked at Lucius calmly.

After all, Harry is familiar with business negotiations.

Next, Harry praised Draco and made Lucius understand the importance of Draco in the Gwent project.

As for the commercial value of Gwent, Harry never mentioned it.

Lucius is not an idiot. He is not interested in a project that can be included in the Hogwarts curriculum, endorsed by Dumbledore, and in which his son participates.

The only option Harry had left was to write a few zeros on the check.

Sure enough, after Harry's fierce boasting.

After Dumbledore, Harry once again got investment from the Malfoy family.

Lucius looked at Draco with a look that said, "Good boy! You are worthy of being my son!"

Harry obtained another round of investment for the Gwent project and solved the problem of the printing plant at the same time.

Lucius also promised that he would take out a heavy advertisement in the Daily Prophet for a few days when the time comes.

The advertisement should be placed on at least the second page. If there is no breaking news on that day, the advertisement can also be placed on the first page.

Although a few months ago, Draco had seen how Harry negotiated with Madam Malkin in her robe shop.

But a few months later, when Draco saw Harry negotiating with his father again, he still sighed that Harry was so terrifying. Fortunately, this guy was one of his own.

However, just when Draco was thinking that he would not have to worry about money in the future.

Lucius and Harry, who were kicking the ball to each other, suddenly kicked the ball into Draco's goal.

Seeing that Harry and Lucius agreed that Draco must work with Harry to produce the first edition of the Gwent basic pack before the end of the next semester.

Draco jumped up on the spot.

He is not a freak like Harry and Hermione who can finish a week's homework in one day.

Especially papers on the history of magic are becoming more and more exaggerated.

He hadn't thought about it at all when Draco was cursing and complaining about Professor Binns being crazy in order to get a 16-foot paper in the first week.

In fact, the sixteen-foot paper was actually Professor Binns's mercy.

Now, in addition to dealing with homework and papers, I also have to deal with Gwent?

Draco admitted that when he did have nothing else to do, he liked to play a game of chess with Harry.

But playing Gwent and designing Gwent are two completely different things. One has to consider the numerical balance and be worthy of the prototype's historical performance, which requires a lot of research.

It definitely isn't something that can be accomplished in the time it takes to play two rounds of Gwent.

Although Draco protested strongly, unfortunately his objection was ineffective in front of his friends and father.

So Draco could only accept his fate with tears in his eyes.

After finalizing the matter, Lucius, who called Gwent his best Christmas gift this year, invited Harry to have lunch together.

Lucius seemed to be in a good mood, and said a lot of things during the meal that made Harry's eyes twitch.

Something like "At first I thought that since you were raised by Muggles, Harry, you would be like those Mudbloods and not know the value of magic. But today you broke my thought. It turns out that noble blood can always show unexpected performance at any time. It is obviously a mistake that there is no Potter family among the twenty-eight pure-blood families."

This was the first time Harry knew that there were nobility in the wizarding world.

Harry had never liked nobles.

Although the holy knights have numerous rituals just like those nobles.

However, the rituals of the paladin can enable the paladin to gain divine power or magical enhancement, or even guidance from the gods.

But the ritual of the nobility... Although Harry could taste the difference between this year's new red wine and last year's old wine.

But Harry still didn't know why some people needed four spoons to eat a meal.

For something like a spoon, shouldn't you just choose the biggest one?

However, out of courtesy, Harry just smiled and said nothing in response to Lucius's remarks.

After lunch, Harry was finally able to have some time alone with Draco.

As soon as he was out of Lucius' sight, Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and shook him back and forth.

"I treat you as a friend, and this is how you treat your friend?"

Draco glared at Harry fiercely, as if he wanted to tear Harry apart with his bare hands and eat him raw without any seasoning.

"That's because you're always lazy and hang out with those witches. You can't do anything right now, so why don't you make some money with me first?"

Hearing Harry's words, Draco looked at Harry with an incredible look.

As if Harry had just said something unreasonable.

After hesitating several times, Draco swallowed back what he was about to say.

From the look on his face, Harry knew without even hearing what he was saying that it was definitely not good.

After stopping their little argument about the Gwent work, Draco took Harry on a tour of Malfoy Manor.

I have to say, it does make sense for Lucius to call himself a noble.

Living in a manor like this, it is hard not to feel like a superior person.

After touring Malfoy Manor and having some afternoon tea, Harry said goodbye and left Malfoy Manor.

It wasn't that the food at Malfoy Manor was not to Harry's taste.

In fact, the food quality at Malfoy Manor is far higher than the general standards in the UK.

Compared with the food in those roadside restaurants, which looks like the Germans are still blocking the British air routes, the difference is at least worlds apart.

What Harry was most satisfied with was the tea in Malfoy Manor, which finally allowed Harry to taste some flavors other than leaves.

Unlike in Dumbledore's office, every time after drinking tea, Harry felt that he might as well go for a drink with Cho Chang.

The reason why Harry was in a hurry to leave was because it was snowing heavily outside again. According to Black, he was still outside in the woods with a .50 sniper rifle, ready to give the Malfoy family a little surprise at any time.

From the perspective of everyone's health, Harry felt that he should take Black away as soon as possible.

After being sent out of Malfoy Manor by Draco, Harry found Black, who had packed his equipment, in a small bush.

Although it is not known how Blake did it, Blake seemed to be completely unaffected by the severe cold weather and looked like he could lie in the snow for three to five days.

During the conversation, Blake expressed regret for not having the opportunity to shoot Lucius.

Seeing that Black was very angry, Harry thought for a moment and did not go back to number 4 Privet Drive directly.

Instead, he took Blake to the Chinese restaurant that Qiu Zhang took him to last time.

Relying on his extraordinary memory, although Harry did not understand the meaning of the Chinese he spoke, he still ordered a table of red dishes similar to the one Qiu Zhang ordered last time, as if the kitchen had just slaughtered a demon and used the demon as the raw material to make the food.

This was a little trick Harry had learned from a Wood Elf Ranger in the past, if a person was very angry.

Then take him out for a good spicy meal, as long as it's spicy enough.

Then you can use violence to fight violence and calm that person down.

Black looked at the table full of red stuff, with an expression on his face as if Harry wanted to die with him.

But after Harry picked up his fork, Black also picked up his fork with a frown.

It turns out that the wisdom of the elves can indeed come in handy at times.

Blake was still frowning when he took the first fork.

But by the time he reached the second fork, his frown had relaxed a lot.

After the fifth fork, almost all the food on the table was eaten by Blake.

After dinner, Blake wiped the sweat from his head. The anger that had been pent up in his heart seemed to flow out with the sweat, and he looked a lot more relaxed.

The price of all this was that Harry spent half the night squatting on the toilet at number 4 Privet Drive.