Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

After all, in the "past" Harry always chose to spend his Christmas holidays at Hogwarts.

In addition to asking Harry how his Christmas vacation was, Ron also thanked Harry for the Christmas gifts he had given him, two boxes of protein powder, protein bars, and various sports drinks, enough for Ron to eat through the next year.

This made Ron feel that he was one step closer to bench pressing 200.

Faced with the enthusiastic Ron, Harry omitted his date with Cho Chang and simply said that he basically spent Christmas chatting with his godfather at number 4 Privet Drive and also visited the Burrow.

Ron was a little surprised to hear that Harry actually went to the Burrow.

After hearing Harry say, "If you're not going home for Christmas, of course I have to go home for you. We are friends," Ron's eyes became moist.

Ron didn't say much, just patted Harry on the shoulder.

"But what about your sister Ginny?"

"Oh, Ginny...she listened to your stories when she was little, so she likes you very much, but she may be a little shy sometimes..."

After hearing what Ron said, Harry felt that something was not right.

Harry could see that Ginny liked this about him. After all, it was quite magical to feel like he had turned into catnip.

But you said Ginny is shy... Where does this shyness come from...

Ron, who was stuffing a chicken drumstick into his mouth, noticed that Harry didn't say anything, so he turned his head and saw Harry's expression.

Ron realized something immediately.

"Ginny… isn't she a shy little girl?"

Hearing Ron's words, Harry immediately realized something, so he turned his head and looked at Ron seriously.

"Although I don't know what the Ginny you are talking about looks like, but the Ginny I saw... Honestly, I think she can kill me with one hand, and this shyness... Where can I start..."

Hearing what Harry said, Ron put down the chicken leg in his hand and stared at his plate for a long time.

Just as Harry was thinking about how to comfort his friend.

Ron suddenly picked up the chicken leg again and started eating it.

"Ron?"

"I am fine."

Ron, his mouth full of chicken, replied in a muffled voice.

"I'm used to it. No matter what, she is still my sister. Knowing this is enough."

Ron turned his head and looked at Harry with a not-so-generous smile on his face.

"And I've also experienced more than my brothers, right? In this respect, I might be lucky enough."

Harry didn't say much, just patted Ron on the shoulder.

And halfway through the dinner.

There was a deafening roar of thunder and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak with a black hood hiding the man's face.

Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger, and suddenly a forked bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger.

He took off his hood, shaking out his long, flowing white hair. It was Professor Quirrell.

The treatment at St. Mungo's made him look a lot more energetic, but his face became paler and paler. Now Professor Quirrell looked like a walking corpse.

If it weren't for the faint blush on his face that belonged to a living person, Harry would even suspect that Professor Quirrell standing there was actually dead.

"Hogwarts, I'm back."

In the quiet of the Great Hall, Harry heard Professor Quirrell mutter something under his breath.

The next second, the auditorium erupted in applause and cheers of "Professor Quirrell!"

Amid the welcoming applause, Harry looked at Professor Quirrell's long white hair as he clapped politely.

"Why is Quirrell's hair growing?"

Harry asked quietly to Ron beside him.

"I don't know. As long as he doesn't have a head growing on the back of his head."

Ron, who was also clapping, replied quietly.

Professor Quirrell nodded slightly to the cheering students and returned to the teaching desk.

Although Quirrell's return brought a little episode to the dinner party.

However, this dinner was no different from any other dinner. After everyone had eaten, they returned to their respective dormitories to rest.

Of course Harry's dormitory is different from other dormitories.

Harry and Draco first modified the placement of their weapons and added some minor security measures to the containers containing them.

Go to bed after your exercise routine.

The new semester didn't seem to be much different from the previous one. Except for Wood's increasing craziness during Quidditch training, everything seemed to be the same.

But it's not completely different. After training, Wood even tried to introduce some witches to Harry in a clumsy way to prevent Harry from being with Qiu Zhang.

But Wood's ability in this area is obviously not as good as his Quidditch level.

Harry even suspected that Wood was introducing a girlfriend to Harry directly based on the list of first-year Gryffindor girls.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Harry to understand what kind of mentality Wood had in mind when he said that to him.

"Harry, what do you think of this girl Hermione? I think you two are quite a good match, at least better than Cho Zhang."

092 I warned you! Quirrell!

During dinner, the Weasley twins told Cho Chang about Wood's attempt to introduce Hermione to Harry.

After letting out a hearty laugh, Qiu Zhang put his arms around Harry's neck and asked him, "How is it? Are you interested?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the Weasley brothers who were about to have fun, "Come on, that's Wood."

"Yeah~" Qiu Zhang nodded, then grabbed Harry's arm and shouted to Wood, "Wood! I'll take your chaser away!"

After saying that, he dragged Harry to sit down at the Ravenclaw table.

Sitting at the tables of other colleges was a very novel experience.

After all, in the past, people from other colleges sat at the Gryffindor table.

In addition to the curious looks from his classmates at the Ravenclaw table, Harry also had a feeling of being stabbed in the back, as if someone was glaring at him fiercely.

There is no doubt that this person is Wood.

It's just that this time Harry's guess was slightly off, because when Harry answered a Ravenclaw classmate's question about how he killed the basilisk.

Harry found that Professor McGonagall in the teacher's seat was also looking at him with a dangerous look.

For this reason, Harry had to explain to Professor McGonagall after a Transfiguration class that it was just a small revenge after Wood had overreached and even interfered with the players' private lives.

After listening to Harry's explanation, Professor McGonagall nodded to show that she understood.

Just when Harry was relieved, Professor McGonagall suddenly said, "This year, Professor Snape and I have a little bet for the Quidditch Cup. I think you won't let me down, right, Potter?"

After saying this, Professor McGonagall nodded slightly to Harry and left the Transfiguration classroom, leaving Harry alone who began to wonder whether Quidditch addiction was a mental illness.

However, Professor McGonagall's expectations were just a small, uneventful episode at the beginning of this semester.

What really made Harry feel stressed were the Potions classes and the Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry felt that Professor Snape might have something to say to him, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

However, judging from Professor Snape's hairstyle, he probably did not use the Muggle shampoo that I gave him.

Maybe it was the brand I gave as a present, but Professor Snape didn’t like it very much?

In short, after Harry walked into the Potions classroom, there was something wrong with the way Professor Snape looked at Harry.

I always felt that there was an inexplicable hint of murderous intent in Snape's eyes when he looked at me.

Harry didn't understand why Snape was looking at him like that.

After thinking for a while, Harry felt that the problem might be the shampoo he gave to Professor Snape for Christmas.

However, the shampoos I gave as gifts were all brands recommended by Aunt Petunia.

Aunt Petunia has been using that kind of shampoo since she was a child, almost all her life. Her mother also used this kind of shampoo before she left home. It is obviously a very good shampoo.

Could it be that it was because of the floral scent of this shampoo that Professor Snape thought it was women's shampoo?

But it clearly says universal shampoo.

Harry was puzzled as to why Snape was looking at him with such a strange look.

And Snape's abnormality soon manifested itself in teaching.

In the two Potions classes after the start of the new semester, Harry discovered the potion materials that Snape gave to himself and Hermione.

It is obviously different from other people’s materials, either it has been processed incorrectly or there are problems with freshness etc.

Basically, these are materials that can be used, but are not recommended.

Fortunately, Harry had done some research on these potion ingredients when studying quenching materials last semester.

Therefore, the intensity Snape applied to himself was still within Harry's acceptable range.

As for the few loopholes in Harry's knowledge of potions, they were perfectly solved by Hermione.

Although their cooperation was still perfect, the wall of sighs between Harry and Hermione became even thicker.

Hermione and Harry haven't spoken a word to each other since their falling out.

Apart from improving Harry's strength in terms of raw materials, Professor Snape never gave Harry a grade above A, which is a passing grade.

Professor Snape's behavior was completely different from last semester, which made Harry wonder if he should find a chance to talk to Professor Snape.

See if there is any misunderstanding between him and Professor Snape, or maybe the owl sent the wrong gift?

There was something a little off about Professor Quirrell this semester.

Last semester, Professor Quirrell only had students practice casting spells using wooden stakes.

But this semester, Professor Quirrell simply announced the establishment of a duel club, requiring first-year students to come to the duel club every Monday night for duel practice.