Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"It's an honor to meet you, Harry Potter, I'm Hermione Granger."

Hermione's skirt-lifting manner was impeccable, and Harry doubted that even the etiquette ministers at the Woking Church could have done better.

But Harry's experience as an adventurer still allowed him to see the madness hidden deep in Hermione's eyes, like magma flowing under the ice.

This must be a troublesome creature. Try to keep your distance from her.

What was that red-haired boy's name?

Ron?

When Harry heard Hermione's name, he remembered what Ron said not long ago when he ran away after being rejected by him.

'Hermione! We should find Hermione! She must know what happened!'

That guy can really cause trouble.

Although Hermione was labeled as 'troublesome' at the first moment.

Harry, holding the long sword, clenched his right fist and gently tapped his left chest, then bowed his head slightly to return the greeting to Hermione.

"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Granger. I'm Harry Potter."

"So, Harry, won't you introduce me to your friend?"

Although he saw the madness deep in Hermione's eyes, and labeled Hermione a 'troublemaker'.

But Harry didn't intend to be rude. After all, the 'troublemaker' would bring more than just trouble.

They also have the ability to cause trouble to others.

So if you don't want to get into trouble, the safest thing to do is to keep your distance.

"This is Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Harry turned around, spread his palm and gestured to Draco, secretly sending Draco a look that said "this is a troublesome character".

It's just that Draco refused to accept Harry's message.

"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Hermione."

At this moment, Draco no longer had the lazy old man temperament of a tavern boy.

Draco placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to Hermione.

It reminded Harry of those slick aristocratic young men who went to a pub in the countryside, ready to find a waitress to spend a pleasant weekend.

"It's my pleasure as well, Mr. Draco."

Hermione lifted her robes slightly again and gave Draco a skirt-lifting salute.

He then turned his gaze to the man sitting on the chair, holding food in his hands and stuffing his cheeks with food. His eating was not affected at all by Hermione's appearance.

At this moment, Crabbe and Goyle looked like two large hamsters.

"Crabbe."

"Goyle."

Crabbe and Goyle, with food in their mouths, seemed to have no idea of ​​the situation.

So they nodded to Hermione as they continued to stuff food into their mouths.

Looking at Crabbe and Goyle's performance, Harry silently covered his forehead.

Now Harry really began to doubt whether these two followers of Draco really had ogre blood.

"Hermione."

Facing Crabbe and Goyle, a lot of food residues spewed out of their mouths while they spoke.

Hermione nodded to them and quietly stepped back to avoid the two big guys spraying something on her.

"So, Harry, what do you think of what Ron said?"

Hermione turned and looked at Harry.

"Ron?"

Harry turned his head to look at Draco and said in a slightly sarcastic voice.

"He said that I shouldn't be friends with Draco, but his friend."

"is it?"

Harry noticed Hermione's eyes shift.

Hermione laughed.

"He told me the same thing, he was my friend and we'd been through a lot together."

Looking at Harry, Hermione suddenly took a step forward, stared into Harry's eyes and said.

"Although this is our first meeting, I think what he said makes sense and we can get to know each other better."

Their eyes met, and Harry once again noticed the madness in the depths of Hermione's eyes.

"So what do you want to know, Miss Granger?"

"Call me Hermione. Calling me Granger or something is too formal. And I don't want to call you Mr. Potter."

Hermione walked over to the chair opposite Crabbe and Goyle and sat down.

"Why not start with what we were doing before I showed up here?"

Hermione tilted her head as she looked at Harry, giving him a sly smile.

"I got in the car and read A History of Hogwarts until Ron found me."

"Now, it's your turn, Harry."

Looking at Hermione who was leaning her hands on the chair and looking at herself with her head tilted.

Harry raised the sword in his hand, which was still stained with jam and cake crumbs from the pie.

"As you can see, I'm cutting the pie."

Seeing that Harry didn't want to tell the truth, Hermione turned her gaze to Draco beside her.

"Harry is cutting up pies and cakes, so Draco, what are you doing?"

Hearing Hermione's question, a familiar smile appeared on Draco's face.

“Have you ever heard of Gwent?”

012 Gwent Master Hermione

"Well, this round it's my turn to use the trebuchet to attack your Elf Sword Master. The score is now 32:25."

Hermione, who was sitting on the ground, smiled and pointed at the elven sword master that Draco had placed on the field.

"It's over, Draco."

Looking at the card game in front of him, Draco scratched his head in pain.

Draco's originally smooth light golden hair had become as messy as a bird's nest due to his repeated scratching.

"It shouldn't be... This shouldn't be..."

After scratching his head in pain, Draco, who was already numb, raised his head and looked at Hermione who was smiling in front of him.

Just like a prisoner looking at the presiding judge, he looked at Hermione with a hint of pleading and hope in his eyes.

"Is this really your first time playing Gwent?"

Hermione shook her head.

When a hint of relief flashed across Draco's face, Hermione smiled and spoke in a slightly slow tone.

"To be exact, this is my ninth game of Gwent, including the six we played previously and the two games with Harry."

Draco looked at the smiling Hermione, an indescribable expression on his face.

Harry, who was holding "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" at the side, just poked his head out from behind the high wall of books to glance at Hermione and Draco who were sitting on the ground playing cards.

Then he retracted his head back behind the high wall of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi".

Now Harry discovered why Uncle Vernon liked to hide behind his wall of newspapers when he was in the kitchen.

This high wall not only prevents others from disturbing him, but also allows him to hide behind it and observe secretly.

To round it off, this is a semi-permanent invisibility technique!

One of the reasons why Harry wanted to be invisible was that he didn't want to play cards with Hermione anymore.

After playing two games of Gwent with Hermione.

Harry discovered that Hermione, like Draco, had a strong personal style.

Unlike Draco, who instantly transformed into a foul-mouthed, vicious warrior as soon as he touched the Gwent cards.

Hermione always had a smile on her face, and maintained that aura of being calm and having everything under control from beginning to end.

Harry's trouble alarm, which he had developed over many years of adventure, started to alarm wildly during his first game of cards with Hermione.

As he had done with Draco before, Harry tried to get some information out of Hermione.

By the way, he also wanted to distract Hermione so that he could have a certain advantage in the game.

This aura that only villains and masterminds can possess appeared on a ten-year-old girl. Harry felt that there was something wrong no matter how he thought about it.

Since Draco had admitted before that he had been to a certain world for a period of time, he had the same experience.

Harry felt that Hermione must have had a similar experience to some extent.

However, after two rounds of cards, Harry was unable to extract any useful information from Hermione.

Hermione, who spoke in ambiguous riddles throughout the whole process, made Harry begin to miss his former teammate, the wizard Gale.

If Gale is here, cast a detect thoughts spell on yourself.

You can just start reading people's minds directly, so there's no need to play this boring guessing game.

But Gale wasn't here, and Harry didn't know how to detect thoughts.

So Harry, who had been tricked into doing something, simply left the box on the pretext of having to go to the bathroom.