Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

As the footsteps outside Quirrell's office got closer, Harry and the others each took a hidden position in the room, ready to give Quirrell a surprise when he stepped into her office.

After Harry and the other two had gotten ready, Quirrell finally approached the office.

Apparently Pansy in the corridor outside had done her best to complete her task, trying to delay Quirrell so that Harry and the others had time to leave.

As Quirrell approached his office and saw the hole on the door, his pace quickened by another three points.

After Quirrell opened the door and hurriedly took two steps forward, he suddenly stopped and looked at the ground in front of him where Draco had previously drawn his hand, as if he had discovered something.

Before Quirrell could make a judgment, Draco, who was hiding in the dark, took the first step.

"Alder!"

A crescent-shaped blue force field rushed rapidly from in front of Draco towards Quirrell.

The next moment, with a slight "ping" sound, Quirrell at the office door exploded into a cloud of white smoke, and a chair was smashed into pieces by the blue shock wave.

And Quirrell had appeared behind his desk, where the chair had been.

The next second, as a flash of lightning appeared, under the impact of the electric current, a wooden wall rose in front of Quirrell, who let out an inhuman scream, separating him from Hermione who was hiding under the table.

Just as the wooden wall blocked the golden lightning shot by Hermione.

Harry performed the Phantom Step again.

"Holy Slash!"

"No!"

A golden light flashed in the room and a soft "ping!" sound was heard again, and an arm fell to the floor of the office.

Quirrell, holding his shoulder, looked in surprise at Draco who was silently blocking the door, Hermione who came out from under the table with golden electric light jumping in her hands, and Harry whose sword was shining with golden light. Surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Listen, it's not what it seems."

Quirrell looked at Harry with a wry smile.

"If you give me five minutes, I can explain all this..."

Before Quirrell could finish his words, a golden lightning shot out from Hermione's hand, but this time Hermione's golden lightning failed to hit the target.

The wooden wall once again stood between Quirrell and Hermione.

In the first round of fighting, after seeing the familiar skill of exchanging positions with objects, Harry, who had already realized that Quirrell was a shapeshifter, was not prepared to listen to Quirrell's excuses.

Using the Phantom Step again to get behind Quirrell, Harry raised the sword in his hand and released the Holy Slash again.

But this time, Quirrell dodged Harry's sword with a strange twisting posture like a snake, and then kicked Harry out.

"Listen! Aa ...

Quirrell, holding his arm, shouted at Harry, who was rolling on the ground after being kicked by him. The next moment, he squatted on the ground, covering his head and screaming.

"Go! Harry... go... find Duns..."

As Quirrell murmured in pain, a dark aura gushed out of Quirrell's body. Under the influence of this dark force, Quirrell's originally clean and bright office immediately became gloomy as if it was filtered through an ancient horror movie.

A black rune quickly appeared on Quirrell's face, then quickly disappeared, as a ball of red light lit up on Quirrell's chest.

Under Quirrell's clothes, the area began to twist and swell as if a group of rats were crawling. The left half of Quirrell's face began to turn red and bone spurs grew on it, while the other half began to turn pale and distorted.

Several tentacles popped out from the right half of Quirrell's face, and he turned into the Mind Flayer that Harry was familiar with.

As Quirrell stopped screaming and stood up again, Harry looked at the person in front of him in surprise. The left side of his body looked like a demon or a devil, a creature from the lower realm, while the right side of his body had turned into a monster from the Mind Flayer.

As a black mist surged out from the monster's left shoulder, a thick red arm, or claw, reappeared from the monster's body. At this time, the monster's body had expanded to nearly three meters amid the crisp "crackling" sound of bones breaking.

The monster turned his head and looked at Harry with his eye that was flashing red fire and the golden eye that belonged to the Mind Flayer.

"Hello, Harry, we are Voldemort."

When the monster who called himself Voldemort spoke, it was as if two people were speaking to Harry at the same time, in a reverberation of coldness and arrogance.

A hideous smile appeared on the monster's face.

"Then...die!"

The monster raised his hand, and three walls of fire appeared out of thin air, surrounding Harry in the middle, and quickly moved towards Harry, wanting to burn him to ashes.

However, Harry, who was surrounded by the wall of fire, felt his heart beating wildly like an engine with the accelerator at the bottom.

The oath of revenge and the power of light in the body were leaping in cheers, shouting loudly for "revenge" and "justice", and even caused golden flames to rise from the pink fluffy rabbit in Harry's hand.

Although the wall of fire blocked Harry's sight, making it impossible for Harry to teleport himself outside the wall of fire.

But how could a mere wall of fire compare to the rage for revenge that Harry felt at that moment.

Courage is the best armor of a paladin.

The protection spell against good and evil is the most shining piece of armor.

When the roars of Hermione and Draco were heard outside the wall of fire, Harry, who had cast the protection against good and evil on himself, raised the sword in his hand and rushed directly towards the wall of fire that was rushing towards him.

Just by being close to the wall of fire, Harry felt a heat that was enough to burn the soul. This fire driven by darkness was not just a simple fire, but a curse. It would continue to burn until anyone who touched it was turned into ashes.

Then Harry rushed into the fire driven by the dark power.

Although protected by the spell that guards against good and evil, the power of light in the body is also spontaneously fighting against the dark flames.

But when Harry rushed out of the wall of fire, he was like a fire man, with every inch of his skin burning with blazing flames that seemed to be burning his soul.

Ignoring the pain of the burning fire on his body, Harry continuously injected the power of light in his body into the sword in his hand while running wildly.

The monster who was fighting with Hermione turned his head and looked at Harry in surprise, who was covered in flames and rushing towards him with a long sword emitting golden light.

The monster raised a finger and pointed it at Harry.

"Avada..."

Just as the monster stretched out its hand, Harry used the Phantom Step without hesitation, and then swung the sword in his hand down fiercely.

"Holy Slash!"

"Roar!"

The monster tried to block Harry's sword with his backhand, but Harry cut off half of his hand.

Although the monster also took a step back when it raised its hand to block.

But Harry still left a huge wound on its body from its left shoulder to its right hip.

Flames of blood gushed out from the wound, instantly setting the office on fire.

The next second, the angry monster slapped Harry, who was about to stab his chest with the sword.

"You! You all must die!"

The monster raised its right hand, and a huge ball of fire appeared in its hand.

"what!"

With a scream, the fireball in the monster's hand suddenly dissipated, and he covered his head in pain.

"Idiot! What else do you think you can do?!"

Amid the roar, a burst of psychic energy belonging to the mind-thirsty monster suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire office.

The monster who called himself Voldemort rushed out of the office.

"Don't even think about running away!"

After seeing the monster leave, Hermione, who had just been knocked down by psychic power, got up from the ground.

So he immediately chased after him.

Harry, who was barely maintaining his balance by leaning on his sword, first cast a curse-removing spell on himself. As the flames on his body gradually subsided, Harry cast a holy healing spell on himself before standing up from the ground.

"Harry, how are you?"

Draco came over and supported Harry, who was staggering a little.

"I'm fine..."

Harry opened his mouth and a puff of black smoke came out of his mouth, and his voice was as hoarse as a mummy that had been lying in a coffin for centuries.

"Go find Dumbledore."

Harry looked at Draco, who was also in a state of disarray.

"how about you?"

"I still have things to do."

Looking at Harry in front of him, Draco hesitated for a moment and took out two bottles of potion from his pocket.

"Take it."

"what is this?"

Harry took the two potions from Draco.

"Enhancers and intelligence enhancers, although not as dangerous as the Felixir, still have side effects."

"That couldn't be better."

Harry pulled out the corks, poured both potions into his mouth, then patted Draco on the shoulder and rushed out of the office.

"Harry!"

"Ok?"

"Don't die."

Rushing out of the burning office, Harry discovered that the monster's trail was not difficult to find.

The burning blood spilled from the monster left a bright mark on the ground.

Following the burning flames, Harry rushed into a girls' bathroom.

Seeing Harry rushing into the bathroom, a female ghost in the bathroom who looked somewhat familiar to Harry screamed and threw herself into the toilet with a "plop".

The small flame on the ground extended to a sink in the bathroom.

Looking at the sink, Harry felt as if he had heard this before.

"They hissed and then entered the secret passage behind the sink."

Just as Harry was reminiscing, Pansy walked out from the shadows in the bathroom behind Harry.