Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Foolish Dumbledore, weak Dumbledore, you know nothing about power! I am now immortal!"

After saying this, Voldemort rushed towards Dumbledore.

Looking at Voldemort rushing towards him, Dumbledore waved his wand.

A huge blue magic circle instantly appeared under Dumbledore's feet, and along with a blue lightning storm, it stood between Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Several water elementals also appeared outside the blue lightning storm and began to attack Voldemort.

Although these water elements did not even have the power to fight against Voldemort, every time Voldemort swung his sword, a water element would be shattered.

But the water element is obviously just a means for Dumbledore to buy time.

As Voldemort was entangled by the water element during the charge, a huge magical force began to gather in Dumbledore's wand.

A faint rune appeared next to Voldemort.

Feeling this terrifying energy, Voldemort raised his finger and chanted "Avada Kedavra!" to Dumbledore several times, but each time he was blocked by the lightning storm in front of Dumbledore.

Voldemort, holding a sword, shouted to Snape who was standing next to Dumbledore, "Snape, what are you waiting for?!"

Snape looked at Voldemort in front of him with cold eyes, and drew his wand from his robes.

"Comet Azrael!"

"Mark of Aluneth!"

As two huge spell energies exploded in the secret room, the strong light left Harry with only a vast expanse of white before his eyes.

When Harry regained his sight, Voldemort, who had been flying in the air, had now fallen to the ground.

It stood on the ground motionless like a statue, and then its body shrank rapidly again like a deflated balloon.

Following two roars, two white shadows, one red and one white, rushed out of Quirrell's body, broke free from the restraints on their bodies while roaring, and flew out of the secret room.

"Holy Slash!"

Harry subconsciously drew his wand and pointed it at the red shadow.

The red shadow that was hit by the Holy Slash let out a painful roar, as if it was splashed with strong acid.

As his escape speed was a little slow, Dumbledore waved his wand and bound him with several blue chains. While struggling, he was gradually bound by the blue chains and finally turned into a diamond-shaped red stone.

Only the white shadow was one step faster than the spell cast by Snape, rushed into the ceiling of the chamber of secrets, and escaped Snape's attack.

With a "clang" sound, the long sword, which had turned pure black, slipped from Quirrell's hand.

At this time, Qi Luo was just a skeleton, with a diamond-shaped gap on his chest.

The next second, Quirrell's body seemed to be blown by the wind, scattered like sand and then disappeared.

Faintly, Harry seemed to hear a sigh.

Dumbledore, holding his wand, walked to the red stone bound by blue chains in the Chamber of Secrets, took a look, then turned and said to Snape.

"Severus, take Harry and Hermione to the hospital wing. I think what they need now is rest. We can talk about the rest later."

"As you wish, Dumbledore."

Snape walked up to Harry and looked at Harry and Hermione who was lying on the ground in a coma.

It was as if she was asking Harry with her eyes, "What are you waiting for? Do you want me to do it?"

102 The War Begins

When Harry carried Hermione to the school hospital, Harry, feeling that he was fine, wanted to go back to clean up the battlefield after putting Hermione down.

After all, his pink furry rabbit was still in the secret room.

Although after being infused with Voldemort's dark energy, it certainly cannot be used directly.

But after reforging, this weapon will be reborn in a stronger form.

And Quirrell also said that that was his laboratory.

As we all know, if you just take some money out of a wizard's laboratory, you can at least get close to retirement, even if you don't make a fortune.

But the head nurse of the school hospital, Ms. Poppi, said, "Why are you walking? You need treatment~"

Looking at Ms. Poppy, Harry repeatedly said, "I am a paladin. I can heal myself. I am in a hurry to clean up the battlefield now."

Ms. Poppy had a sympathetic look on her face in response to Harry's protests.

"Look at this child, he has started to talk nonsense. Severus, please help me."

Facing Mrs. Poppy holding a glass of potion in her hand, Harry used up all the language skills he had learned in his two lifetimes to convince the head nurse that he was really fine.

But even if everything was fine, Mrs. Poppy asked Harry to stay in the school hospital for observation at least tonight.

Faced with Madam Poppy, whose face said 'This is my final offer', Harry could only give in and turn his gaze to Snape.

He tried to persuade Professor Snape to give him a share of the profits from this adventure according to the rules of the underworld.

However, Harry's reasonable request was mercilessly ridiculed by Professor Snape.

"Potter, this is not the Middle Ages. The remaining property of Quirrell must be handled by the professional Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. It is not something you and I can decide privately."

The moment he heard these words, Harry's mind suddenly made a "buzzing" sound.

For the first time, the creed of the paladins and the doctrine of Vol'jin collided violently.

As a paladin, Harry was naturally prepared to obey this statement.

But Harry, a believer in Woking, jumped up in anger, "That's all the reward for my life and death! Why should I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic!"

Harry, who had never encountered such a situation before, sat on the bed in the school hospital in a daze, feeling unprecedentedly at a loss.

Harry never thought that he would encounter such a problem one day, and the laws he had learned in the past could not make a judgment on the situation he was facing now.

So Harry frantically searched through his past memories in his mind to see if there were any similar cases that he could use as a reference.

But before Harry could come to a conclusion, Dumbledore and a man who looked like an old lion walked into the hospital wing.

Just by seeing the man who looked like an old lion, Harry developed a certain liking for this man. In him, Harry seemed to see the shadow of the former Knight Commander.

The man had gray streaks in his brown hair and thick eyebrows, and sharp yellow eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. Although he had a slight limp, he walked with a bold, unrestrained stride that made people feel at once that he was a sharp, tough guy.

After seeing this man, Harry's instinctive celestial perception also told him that this was a good person who abided by the rules.

"Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore and the man walked over to Harry's bedside without waiting for Dumbledore to introduce them.

The man then held out his hand to Harry.

"I've heard a lot about you. I'm Rufus Scrimgeour. You can just call me Rufus if you want."

Harry squeezed Rufus' hand.

"You can call me Harry, too."

Rufus' hands were warm and strong. In addition to calluses on many places on his palms, there were also some small scars that had not healed.

Just by shaking his hand, Harry was sure that Rufus must be a veteran who had experienced many battles.

However, it seemed to be due to his professional habit. After shaking Harry's hand, Rufus unconsciously tightened his grip.

Faced with this common test, Harry naturally responded by increasing the intensity of the test.

It was only at this time that Dumbledore, who was standing next to Rufus, spoke to Harry and Rufus.

"Scrimgeour is the Head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic, Harry..."

"Harry needs no introduction, everyone knows him."

Rufus nodded to Harry and loosened his grip on Harry's hand.

"Harry, you just faced the Dark Lord?"

Rufus looked at Harry seriously and quietly hid his right hand behind his back.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape both saw him. In fact, if Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape had not arrived in time, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see me now."

Harry turned his gaze to Dumbledore and Snape standing aside.

"Can you tell me all this in detail? Including why you suspect Professor Quirrell is Voldemort?"

"Do not."

Harry shook his head.

"Professor Quirrell is not Voldemort. He fought Voldemort until the very end. He just misjudged his opponent."

After saying this, Harry felt that Rufus in front of him seemed to be slightly relieved, at least his expression was no longer as serious as before.

"It's a pity that such a good man left us. So Harry, tell me everything you know."

Harry nodded and began to talk about the basilisk attack.

Because he was afraid that the Aurors would intervene in the Room of Requirement again, Harry deliberately concealed the part where he was attacked in the Room of Requirement and fought with Quirrell at the beginning of the school year.

After listening to Harry's story, Rufus sighed and patted Harry's shoulder on the bed.

"The wizarding world will appreciate your service Harry, an Order of Merlin, Second Class. I will apply for First Class if I can. Your friends will all get one as well."

After saying this, Rufus turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"Albus, the war has begun, and I need your and Harry's support."

Dumbledore's half-moon spectacles flashed.

"What do you want from me?"

Rufus looked around at his surroundings, as if asking if it was safe here.

"Scrimgeour this is Hogwarts, and Snape, you can trust him as much as you trust me."

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Rufus looked at Harry and said.

"It has been ten years since the last war. No one, including Fudge, can or is unwilling to believe that the man has returned."

Dumbledore looked at Rufus calmly and waited for him to continue.

"If we announce now that Voldemort has returned, the people will panic first, then refuse to acknowledge the reality. Finally, when Voldemort really appears, many more people will choose to cooperate with Voldemort than in the last war..."

Rufus' eyes flickered a little when he said this, and his tone of voice was as if he had experienced something similar personally.