Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

But Harry still told the headmaster his doubts.

"Headmaster, I suspect that Professor Quirrell has something to do with this incident."

"Oh? Quirrell? What's the reason?"

The expression on Dumbledore's face did not change because of Harry's accusation against Quirrell. He just looked at Harry calmly as if he was waiting to hear a story in a bar.

"Because I have overheard Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell's conversations several times before..."

Looking at Dumbledore, Harry told him all the news and guesses he had heard before.

But after listening, Dumbledore shook his head.

"I'm sorry Harry, although Quirrell seems suspicious from your perspective, things are not as you think."

"Professor Quirrell has been in my office since five o'clock in the afternoon. He has not left, and the topic he and Professor Snape talked about was not about the Dark Arts."

Dumbledore turned his gaze towards Qiu Zhang, who was staring at Harry with an unhappy look in his eyes as if to say, "How many things are you hiding from me?"

"Harry, and Miss Qiu, what I'm going to say next involves the professor's privacy, so can I trust you not to leak it?"

"of course."

Harry nodded.

"I'll keep it a secret."

Qiu Zhang also nodded.

"Professor Quirrell came to me today to resign. He believes that due to his physical condition, he can no longer take on the teaching duties of Hogwarts, so he hopes that I can find someone to replace him."

"The reason for his physical problems is that after he accepted the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts last year, he went to Albania, where Professor Quirrell was attacked by a werewolf. As a victim of a werewolf, Professor Quirrell has been committed to researching a better way to control the werewolf curse than the wolfsbane potion since last year."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, who had a look of surprise on his face.

"Professor Quirrell was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital because he was too radical in his experiments, so Harry, I'm afraid you'll have to look for a new suspect."

Although he still felt something was wrong, Harry nodded.

"I understand."

Just as Harry was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something.

"Headmaster, did you check Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets after the basilisk died?"

"I checked it, and I'm afraid there's nothing in there now except for the remains of rats, Harry."

Harry nodded and left the principal's office with Qiu Zhang.

As soon as he left the ugly statue outside the headmaster's office, Qiu Zhang stopped, folded his arms across his chest and looked at Harry.

"How many things are you hiding from me?"

"Do you want to know?"

Harry turned around and looked at Qiu Zhang.

"of course?"

"Then come with me."

After saying that, Harry took Qiu Zhang's hand and brought Qiu Zhang to the top of the astronomy tower.

Amid the fireworks flickering in the night sky, Harry told Qiu Zhang everything that had happened to him since he entered school.

The reason why he didn't tell anyone about it was because Harry was not sure if Qiu Zhang was capable of handling it.

After all, the impression of Qiu Zhang being taken down by Hermione with a sneak attack was too deep.

This has made Harry very skeptical about Qiu Zhang's fighting ability.

But after seeing Qiu Zhang's Ten Thousand Swords Technique turning a large area of ​​the forbidden forest into cheese, Harry is now completely convinced that Qiu Zhang's fighting ability is not as questionable as he had previously thought.

Qiu Zhang is fully capable of protecting himself in battle and can even become the core of the battle.

If no one sneaks up on her.

Harry has stories, and Qiu Zhang naturally has wine.

When Harry began to talk about his experiences after entering school, Qiu Zhang took out her wine gourd again.

Looking at the wine gourd that Qiu Zhang almost never leaves, Harry has always been very curious about where Qiu Zhang hid such a big wine gourd.

How did he manage to take out the wine gourd by just reaching from behind?

I clearly couldn't see the wine gourd when I looked from behind.

After drinking two or three more sips, Harry, who was puzzled, asked this question to Qiu Zhang.

In response to Harry's question, Qiu Zhang smiled slightly.

"Secret~"

Then he leaned his head against Harry's ear and whispered, "But if I'm drunk, I might say anything~, but can you?"

Obviously, at no time can a man say no.

At this time, Harry looked at Qiu Zhang beside him. Although his mind was frantically warning Harry, "Give up, you can't beat her." But Harry's emotions were encouraging him, "What are you afraid of? ! Look at her now, she doesn't seem to be able to let go of the water and release the sea?"

Rarely, Harry did not listen to his own rational advice, but chose to trust his own emotions.

Or maybe it was because Harry needed something to dilute the feeling of powerlessness after he had launched a full-strength attack but was still unable to cause any damage to the black shadow.

Harry took the wine gourd from Qiu Zhang's hand, and with Qiu Zhang's smile on his face, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"With wine, there must be songs."

Sitting on the eaves of the astronomical tower, Qiu Zhang began to sing.

I don’t know if it’s because Qiu Zhang’s singing is too intoxicating, or if there’s too much wine in Qiu Zhang’s wine gourd, but this wine with an extremely complex flavor is a little intoxicating.

After exchanging a few rounds of drinking with Qiu Zhang, Harry began to feel a little dizzy.

In a trance, Harry, who had been talking about what had happened since the start of the school year and how he was hunting the shapeshifter, felt as if he had thought of something, but as the alcohol started to take over.

Harry put aside the crazy idea he had just thought of. After all, all paladins have learned not to make judgments after drinking too much.

Even if you think this idea is correct at the time, you should wait until you sober up before talking about it.

So Harry instinctively put that thought behind his mind, put his arm around Qiu Zhang's shoulders, and whispered in Qiu Zhang's ear, "You..."

As the alcohol started to rise again, Harry began to feel his consciousness sinking into the abyss.

And in Harry's last consciousness, what emerged in his mind was Qiu Zhang's surprised face.

"I'm never drinking again."

Harry muttered to himself as he opened his eyes in bed the next day and looked at the familiar ceiling in front of him.

"Then the next time you wake up drunk, you'll repeat that phrase until you learn that the best way to deal with a hangover is to keep your mouth shut."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Draco, who was wearing pajamas, walked to Harry's bed and placed a cup on Harry's bedside table.

"Thanks, Draco..."

With a severe headache, Harry struggled to get up from the bed.

After a set of anti-poison spells and holy healing that he had already become familiar with, Harry picked up the mug of mulled wine from the bedside table and drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp. Then he burped and vomited out the last bit of alcohol in his stomach.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Draco held a steaming mug in his hand and sat on his bed across from Harry.

"You obviously can't drink, but you still drank so much. Were you so happy yesterday? You guys... um~"

Harry ignored the excited and somewhat unexpressive look on Draco's face and asked Draco.

"How did I get back last night?"

"Hey, how did you get back last night? That was quite exciting..."

When Draco heard Harry's question, the expression on his face immediately changed to the expression of adventurers when they were about to brag in a bar.

When Harry saw this expression on Draco's face, embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Actually, I don't really want to know..."

After all, Harry didn't even know how he came back from his last hangover, so it wouldn't be a problem if he knew one less time.

However, Draco obviously didn't want to do what Harry wanted.

"It was Cho Zhang who helped you into the Gryffindor common room last night. Ron saw that you were very drunk, so he prepared to take you back to the dormitory."

At this point Draco showed a brilliant smile on his face.

"You just pulled out a gourd of wine and started pouring it into Ron's mouth, saying 'In the name of Woking! The party never stops!'"

Hearing this, Harry reached out and covered his face. He could already imagine what would happen next.

If we had to pick three things that the followers of Woking love most, partying would have to be one of them.

After all, to organize a successful party, a large amount of material support is naturally indispensable, and the need for a large amount of materials will naturally drive trade.

So unlike other more serious churches, the attitude of the believers of Woking towards parties has always been "You can not invite me to the party, but you must invite me when you are planning the party."

It's not even like other religious large-scale festivals which usually only take place once or twice a year.

The Church of Woking promoted trade, prospered the market, and allowed currency to circulate.

Each of the twelve months of the year has a major celebration that needs to be celebrated.

The only worry is that the big commercial cities won’t be able to find reasons to celebrate and offer discounts to stimulate consumption and boost the market.

Although Harry doesn't particularly like parties, as a believer of Woking, he is obviously good at organizing them.

Plus, yesterday was Valentine’s Day…

"Alright, that's enough, stop talking..."

Harry heard that when Professor McGonagall came to stop the party, he also stuffed a glass of butterbeer into her hand.

Harry covered his face with one hand and raised his other hand to wave at Draco, signaling him to stop talking.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Draco shook his head.

"The fun is just beginning. Are you sure you don't want to continue listening?"