Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

After a loud "bang", Harry covered his head and looked at the person who bumped into him.

I sighed, no wonder the feeling of collision was so familiar.

The person opposite Harry, covering her head and glaring at him, was none other than Hermione, who was staring at her messy long hair.

At this time, Hermione was holding a bag in her hand and a book on her arm.

However, due to the encounter with Harry just now, several other books that were originally tucked in his arms fell to the ground.

Although his relationship with Hermione is very tense, Harry is not a stingy person.

"Feel sorry."

While mumbling an apology, Harry picked up the books that Hermione had dropped from the ground and put them into Hermione's hands.

But Hermione was obviously very principled. She said she would not talk to Harry, and she didn't say a word the whole time.

After taking the book from Harry, he squeezed past Harry with an expression as if to say, "I have nothing to say to you."

"Hey!"

As Hermione walked past Harry, Harry remembered what Hermione had said to him before: "Listen, no one knows better than me where the corruption started and how it started. His method may deceive others but not me. We should kill him when we go to detention tonight."

And he still hasn't figured out how his broom became corrupted, and he also heard several conversations between Snape and Quirrell.

Harry turned and called after Hermione.

"You may be right. He may have problems."

After hearing what Harry said, Hermione paused and stayed where she was for a second.

Harry heard a crisp "Hum~"

Then Hermione left without any hesitation.

I saw Harry was still looking at Hermione's back.

Draco walked up and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"What, you regret it?"

094 Qiu Zhang's Reward

"What, you regret it?"

Before Harry could say anything, he saw Ron looking at him with surprise across the archway leading to Gryffindor.

"Harry!"

Ron came out of the archway and looked at Harry in surprise.

That look reminded Harry of the look Uncle Vernon had given Dudley when Dudley got into the car on the first day of the Christmas holidays.

"I thought you'd never speak to Hermione again in your life."

Without waiting for Harry to explain to Ron, he just stated the facts.

Hermione's judgment about Quirrell might indeed be correct.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Leave the rest to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron, carrying a heavy backpack, ran in the direction Hermione left.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Draco, who was standing by, looked at Ron running away and shook his head.

Amid the Fat Lady's questioning, "Are you coming in or not?", we entered the Gryffindor common room.

Harry didn't explain anything further. After all, this kind of thing was like mud falling into your crotch, and it couldn't be explained no matter how hard you tried.

So Harry simply didn't bother to explain.

During lunch, Harry found Neville and called him to the small garden outside the hall.

He told Neville that he would need Neville's help to keep an eye on Professor Quirrell's daily actions for the next period of time.

"Keep an eye on Professor Quirrell. No problem, of course no problem, my friend. But how would you like to be paid for this?"

Looking at Neville in front of him, Harry felt as if he was seeing a slick mercenary leader.

Before, when he told me that he was always at my service, he looked like he was willing to go through fire and water for me. But when I really asked him for help, the first thing he asked was the price.

When facing this kind of old fox, it is better to be direct than to play tricks on him and ask him what he really wants.

Otherwise this kind of person could keep circling around with Harry for days.

"what do you want?"

Harry asked, looking at Neville.

"Don't look at me like that, my friend. I'm a person who's easy to talk to and negotiate with. Of course I remember that I owe you one, but I have to let my brothers work to satisfy their little wishes, otherwise no one will want to hang out with me in the future."

Neville didn't show any embarrassment on his face and looked at Harry calmly.

"Especially for this kind of action of monitoring professors. You don't want the news of you monitoring professors to spread all over Hogwarts, right? And asking the brothers who work there not to talk nonsense is another expense. So, my friend, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I have my own difficulties."

"So what kind of reward do you want?"

Harry asked Neville after quickly calculating in his head the amount of working capital he had left.

"We are friends, so I will give you a very competitive price, one hundred and twenty gold galleons, and I can tell you what color underwear Professor Quirrell wears every day for the next semester, or..."

Neville had a grin on his face.

"Tell me why you want to monitor Professor Quirrell. I personally recommend this approach to offset the cost of the information you provide."

Looking at Neville in front of him, Harry smiled and then extended his hand to Neville.

"make a deal."

After shaking hands with Neville, Harry threw his wallet containing thirty gold Galleons to Neville in front of Neville's surprised eyes.

"This is the advance payment. The remaining thirty will be given to you during dinner. According to industry rules, I will give you the remaining sixty Galleons after the mission is completed."

Neville caught the wallet that Harry threw to him and looked at Harry in surprise. It seemed that he had never expected that Harry would choose to pay, and give him a full 120 gold Galleons.

From Neville's face, Harry saw a common businessman's annoyance when he found that his price was much lower than expected.

"My friend, one hundred and twenty gold coins is not a small amount of money."

Neville looked at Harry, as if he wanted to try again.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to pay you."

Obviously, to Neville, the value of 120 gold Galleons was far less than the value of the information about why Harry wanted to monitor Quirrell.

"It's ok."

Harry patted Neville's shoulder.

"I know it's not easy for you. After all, you have a group of little brothers and dozens of mouths to feed. I don't want to put too much pressure on you. After all, we are friends, right?"

Hearing what Harry said, Neville was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, yes, we are friends."

As he spoke, Neville patted Harry's arm.

"Every morning, you will receive yesterday's news. If there are any special circumstances, I will also inform you. It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Potter."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Harry?!"

Just as Harry and Neville looked at each other, business smiles appeared on their faces.

Qiu Zhang's voice echoed in the small garden.

Neville turned his head to look in the direction where Qiu Zhang's voice came from, then smiled at Harry.

"Then I won't bother you any more."

After saying this, Neville left the small garden.

As he passed by Qiu Zhang, Neville nodded to him with a slight smile on his face.

"What were you talking about with him?"

After Neville left, Qiu Zhang walked up to Harry and asked him.

Looking at Qiu Zhang, Harry subconsciously wanted to say "We didn't talk about anything", but after seeing Qiu Zhang's eyes as sharp as a sword.

That sentence, which was not about anything, remained unspoken.

Looking at the silent Harry, Qiu Zhang tilted his head.

"Is there something you can't tell me?"

Looking at Qiu Zhang in front of him, Harry hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

"We suspected that Quirrell might be studying dangerous dark magic, so we asked Neville to help monitor Quirrell."

"Professor Quirrell?"

Qiu Zhang looked at Harry in surprise.

"What on earth did you find? Why don't you go to Dumbledore?"

Looking at Qiu Zhang in front of him, Harry found that if he wanted to explain why he suspected that there was something wrong with Quirrell, then he had a lot to explain.

“It’s going to be a long story.”

A smile appeared on Qiu Zhang's face.

"It just so happens that I have plenty of time today."

So Harry pulled Qiu Zhang and walked to a bench in the small garden. Harry took out his wand and cast "Whirlwind Sweep" on the bench covered with snow.

Qiu Zhang used his magic wand to gently tap the bush next to the bench, turning the plant into a glass jar.

Another wave of the wand injected a large ball of bluebellflower flame into the jar.

Although there was still a slight north wind blowing from time to time, under the illumination of the jumping blue flame in the glass jar, this bench also felt somewhat warm.