Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"The last war was thanks to Harry..."

Rufus turned his head and glanced at Harry.

"no offense."

Harry nodded slightly to show that he didn't mind.

"But this victory will not make the people think that we can defeat the Dark Lord. They will only think that we won by luck. Now that the Dark Lord has made a comeback, this cognition will make them more inclined to cooperate with the Dark Lord."

Rufus slowly clenched his fist.

"I would rather die than allow this to happen, Dumbledore."

Rufus met Dumbledore's eyes.

"I fully believe that, Scrimgeour."

"So next, I will organize a team of the best from the Aurors. I know what you did in the last war, Albus, and I need your people to join this team as well."

Rufus squeezed the rest of the words out through his teeth.

"We have to fight a secret war with the Dark Lord. We must not alert the Muggles nor cause panic among wizards. Only after we have control of the situation can we disclose the truth that the war has begun."

"But this way, people are exposed to more risk because there is no warning."

Rufus shook his head.

"Dumbledore, even if we issue a warning, they will still face the same risk. The last war has proven this. What we need to do now is to prevent the Dark Lord from spreading panic. Most of his followers are now either dead or still in Azkaban. There is no need for us to make people start to be afraid now. After all, fear has always been his best weapon."

Rufus turned his gaze to Harry. Harry, who was stared at by Rufus, felt that there was a cold fire burning in Rufus' eyes.

"When we have the situation under control, you and Harry will step forward and announce that you have defeated the Dark Lord again and that we have complete control of the situation. This way people won't panic, and those who are timid will think twice before taking sides."

"Scrimgeour, I don't agree with your idea..."

Just as Dumbledore pushed up his glasses to speak, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the school hospital.

"Dumbledore! I heard something happened at Hogwarts?!"

A very strange-looking man trotted into the school hospital.

This strange man was short, stocky, with a mop of gray hair and an anxious look on his face. His clothes were a strange hodgepodge of pinstriped suits, bright red tie, long black cape, and purple pointed boots.

He also had a dark green top hat tucked under his arm.

He looked like a confused politician from a cartoon full of stereotypes, with a group of people in capes following behind him.

The man strode over immediately after seeing Dumbledore and Rufus gathered around Harry's bed.

"Didn't they say the threat of the basilisk had been resolved? Why are there still reports of students being injured?"

When the man walked to the bedside, he saw Harry lying on the bed and immediately gasped and stood there in a daze, as if someone had told him that all his holidays this year were cancelled.

"Harry... Potter... How could it be..."

"Harry, this is Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic at the British Ministry."

Dumbledore and Rufus both gave Harry a hint of something with their eyes as they introduced this strange man to him.

Harry thought for a moment and then nodded to Fudge.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Minister."

"No, I'm not okay at all!"

Fudge walked over to Harry's bed and sat down where Rufus had been after Rufus stood up.

"Tell me, Harry, what happened?"

"Forehead……"

Harry scratched his head in annoyance. This strange man had almost all his thoughts written on his face.

When he walked into the school hospital and saw Dumbledore and Rufus together, a trace of wariness flashed across his face, but when he saw himself, his expression became nervous, but a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Apparently this was a political animal that Harry hated the most.

Like almost all paladins, Harry understands but hates politics, and hates political animals even more.

But as a seasoned adventurer and a well-trained paladin.

Harry knew what he should do now.

Harry put on his business smile as he scratched his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I made you worry, but here's the thing..."

Harry then started talking nonsense, saying that Slytherin had placed not one but several basilisks in the Chamber of Secrets.

After the first basilisk was defeated, the rest were awakened due to ancient magic.

After the last basilisk incident, Harry, who had been studying the Chamber of Secrets, happened to find an ancient book that recorded the Chamber of Secrets in the library.

So Harry entered the Chamber of Secrets with the ancient book and fought against the awakened basilisks.

Finally, when the battle was over, the headmaster and Professor Snape came to the rescue, so now Harry can appear in the school hospital alive.

"That's horrible! That's horrible! How could you do that, Harry? Don't do that again!"

Just as Fudge reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, a cloaked man next to him suddenly took out a camera and took a picture of Harry and Fudge on the hospital bed.

When the flash of the lights made Harry dizzy, Fudge turned to Dumbledore and asked.

"What's the situation of the Chamber of Secrets now? Is there still a basilisk?"

Dumbledore was looking at Fudge, but Harry, lying on the hospital bed, felt that Dumbledore was looking at him.

"There will be no more basilisks. The Chamber of Secrets has completely collapsed."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Fudge turned and looked at Harry.

"Harry, Harry, what would the wizarding world do without you... Order of Merlin, First Class, and tomorrow's front page headline."

Fudge held out his hand to Harry.

Then the flash went off again as Harry gently shook Fudge's hand.

"Okay, everyone, let's not disturb the hero's rest now."

Fudge stood up from the bed and waved his hand for everyone to leave the ward.

As Harry walked out of the ward, he heard Fudge saying, "This has happened twice in one school year at Hogwarts. Talk to Dumbledore about sending an Auror to Hogwarts..."

As the door of the school hospital closed, Harry, who was relieved, was about to lie back on the bed when he saw Hermione, who was lying on the bed next to him, suddenly jump up from the bed.

103 Why don't you ring the bell? !

Hermione jumped up from the bed, but she fell to the ground before she could sit still.

Harry quickly jumped off the bed and helped Hermione up.

When helping Hermione up, Harry saw sparks flashing on Hermione's hands, but compared to the sparks in the past, the sparks in Hermione's hands now were as weak as a match that was about to go out.

“Ah…it’s you…”

Hermione looked at Harry and made a very weak sound.

"So we exorcised that demon?"

Harry nodded and looked at Hermione who was leaning against him.

"Did you feel a beam of light when you fainted?"

"Light?"

Hermione forced a smile.

"You mean the thing that makes me follow some rules?"

Harry nodded.

"I refused."

Looking at Hermione, Harry frowned.

"You should know that your current condition is not very good. To be exact... the lightning in your body is attacking you, so... you are dying."

Hearing Harry's words, Hermione smiled.

"I know that after the psychic overload, I am still alive today thanks to the Emperor's blessing..."

Harry's frown deepened, to the point where it could almost pinch a mosquito to death.

If you hadn't directly accused the other party of their beliefs, which would have easily led to a religious war, Harry now really wanted to say that you were able to survive until now.

Thank me for casting Lay on Hands on you twice, not your god.

"Don't be ridiculous. Life is as valuable as currency. Don't squander it."

Harry raised his hand, with golden light flashing on it, and slapped the Holy Hands on Hermione again.

"You still have a chance now. Like me, swear an oath to revenge all evil. I will teach you how to become a holy warrior. The power of light can balance the backlash of lightning in your body, and you can still survive."

As the holy healing spell worked on Hermione again, Hermione's face looked better.

Hermione, leaning in Harry's arms, looked at Harry who put his hands on her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Let me tell you a story..."

A long time ago, there was a girl who closed her eyes and opened them again, and came to the distant and dark future.

And in that distant and dark future, there is only war in the universe.

Unfortunately, the girl came to such a battlefield and almost died at the hands of the fallen heretic. Fortunately, she met a group of kind nuns.

These nuns defeated the heretic and took the girl back to the convent.

In the following time, the girl understood from the nuns why the Emperor was the master of all mankind, and that their mission was to complete the tasks assigned by the Emperor.

So, under the guidance of those nuns, the girl gradually became one of them and began to master how to purify everything with explosive arrows and fire, but before becoming a formal nun.

An Inquisitor came to this world. She discovered that the small turmoil in this world was part of a huge conspiracy, so she came here to investigate.

Of course, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the investigation, the Inquisitor drew on reliable local forces to form his own temporary guard.