Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

105 Ring your bell and choose your **

"The Ministry of Magic allows us to bring up to five people to watch the ceremony. I think it's good for us to wear school uniforms, as most people who were awarded honors in the past usually wore formal dress robes."

Draco waved the invitation letter from the Ministry of Magic to Harry.

"But the ministry's action this time was unusually fast. Normally, it takes half a month to apply for a medal."

"My dear, why does the Ministry of Magic also want to award you an honor? And are you familiar with the Ministry?"

Angelina, who was sitting next to Draco and dealing with Harry's letters with Draco, asked Draco.

"Of course. Our family is an important sponsor of various activities in the Ministry. I was there when Lockhart was awarded the medal last time. My dear, are you free to go with me on Monday?"

Just as Angelina hugged Draco excitedly, Hermione muttered something when she heard Draco's words.

"Half a month? Is the Ministry of Magic so efficient?"

Hermione looked at Harry with a little more seriousness in her eyes.

"To make the bureaucracy burst out with such efficiency, they must have something to ask of you. Harry, do you have any idea?"

Harry had a rough idea of ​​what made the Ministry of Magic so efficient, but some things were called secrets because they could not be known to the public.

So Harry nodded and said, "I know, but I can't tell you, at least not now."

An expression of dissatisfaction appeared on Qiu Zhang and Hermione's faces at the same time.

At this moment, Ron handed a note to Harry.

"Harry, Dumbledore wants to meet you after breakfast."

Harry took the note. Now he could recognize who the long, thin, circular handwriting belonged to. He turned his head and looked at the teachers' seats. Harry found that Dumbledore was not in the teachers' seats.

"Guys, I think I have to go to the principal's office now."

After stuffing the note and the invitation letter from the Ministry of Magic into the pocket of his robe.

Harry asked Qiu Zhang, who had left his lap, "Beautiful lady, would you like to go with me to the Ministry of Magic to attend the investiture ceremony on Monday?"

"Of course, I do."

Qiu Zhang nodded, but judging from her expression, it seemed as if she was not inviting him to attend the award ceremony with him, but something else.

"See you later then, guys."

Harry left the Gryffindor table and just walked out of the hall, he saw Neville standing outside the hall.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Hearing what Harry said, Neville shook his head.

"Harry, my friend, have I done something wrong?"

Neville said as he walked towards Harry.

Harry looked at Neville strangely.

"No, I think our cooperation has always been very pleasant. Why do you ask that?"

Neville walked up to Harry and looked at him, then spoke to him in a low voice.

"You knew it a long time ago, didn't you? The matter between Quirrell and that man..."

As soon as Harry opened his mouth, Neville interrupted him.

"Don't deny it, my friend. Pansy saw everything."

Neville said, looking Harry in the eyes.

"Don't worry, I know the basilisk is fake news, and I won't say anything nonsense, but next time if it's something like this, you can trust me."

Neville patted Harry's shoulder, and at the same time Harry felt his robes sink, as something heavy entered the pocket of his robes.

"We have the same enemy, Harry. It's our common enemy."

After saying this, Neville walked past Harry into the Great Hall.

Harry reached into his robes and pulled a heavy pocket out.

When he opened it, Harry found his pocket was full of Galleons.

Putting away the bag of gold Galleons, Harry quickly arrived at the headmaster's office and knocked on the thick door.

Dumbledore's powerful voice came from the door.

"Come in."

Walking into the room, Harry saw a huge block of ice emitting a hint of coldness in the middle of Dumbledore's office.

In the center of the ice, the red diamond-shaped stone that was transformed from the red soul of Voldemort was emitting a disturbing red light.

On the sofa nearby, Dumbledore, wearing woolen pajamas and a nightcap with a white ball on the tip, was holding a cup of tea.

"Harry, would you like a cup of tea?"

Seeing that the person who came in was Harry, Dumbledore raised the cup in his hand to Harry.

"No thanks."

Dumbledore, hearing Harry's rejection, pointed to the sofa next to him.

Then he drank the cup of tea in his hand and sat down opposite Harry.

"You performed well yesterday, Harry. You successfully thwarted Voldemort's plan. Just like your parents, they were targeted by Voldemort because they thwarted Voldemort's plan three times..."

At this point, Dumbledore smiled.

"I'm sorry, but when you get old you just like to reminisce about the past. I called you here today because I have something to hand over to you, and there is one more thing I need to ask for your opinion on."

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it gently, and an envelope and a notebook flew into Dumbledore's hands.

"Professor Quirrell seemed to have foreseen his own death. In his will, he left this letter and this notebook to you."

Dumbledore handed the letter to Harry.

Harry took the letter and the notebook and took a look at it. The letter said "To Harry". Harry did not open the envelope, but directly put the letter and the notebook into his pocket.

"That's great, Dumbledore, I have something to talk to you about as well."

"Oh, what's that?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore seriously.

"My sword, the sword that was previously held by Voldemort or Professor Quirrell, was taken away by him. I didn't have time to clean up the battlefield yesterday, and now I want my sword back."

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore shook his head.

"Harry, that sword has been severely corrupted. It is even more corrupt than the broom you used before. It is not a wise choice to use such a sword."

At this point Dumbledore's expression became somewhat sad.

"I once saw a promising young man, a kind prince and an upright paladin. Under the scheme of a dreadlord, he drew a magic sword and eventually destroyed his own country and everything he had sworn to protect..."

Dumbledore shook his head, sighed and looked at Harry.

"Using that sword would be a dangerous decision."

"I know that the sword has been contaminated and corrupted, so I hope you can return the sword to me, Principal."

Harry smiled at Dumbledore.

"Nothing is more suitable than a sword tainted by darkness to be used as a material for forging a shining weapon."

After hearing what Harry said.

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Can you make magic weapons?"

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment.

"A little bit, but I'm not good enough to carve my name on a weapon."

Dumbledore nodded.

"If you want to remake that sword, you can try it. I have a friend whose sword was made of some kind of shadow crystal, and it later switched between light and dark several times."

Hearing that a sword could be made of crystal, Harry was about to ask Dumbledore if he knew the specific details, but Dumbledore spoke on his own.

"Unfortunately, when it comes to forging and engineering, I am a Muggle among Muggles. I don't understand what they are doing at all. I wonder if we are relying too much on magic sometimes..."

At this point Dumbledore stroked his beard.

"Sorry, we got off topic. Let's get back to the topic we were talking about. Harry, have you seen this morning's newspaper?"

"You mean the Basilisk Slayer? I saw it, and I also received a letter from the Ministry of Magic inviting me to be honored on Monday."

"So fast?"

Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"So what do you think about this?"

Harry shrugged.

"Let them fight over these political struggles. All I want is to get rid of Voldemort. Judging from the performance of Fudge and Rufus yesterday, they also have differences. If we get involved now, we will only become tools for them to attack each other. So we just need to do what we should do and get rid of Voldemort."

Having said that, Harry turned around and looked at the block of ice that had been emitting a chill since he entered the headmaster's office.

"I thought you had disposed of this thing."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Harry I don't know if you've ever heard of a Horcrux, or a phylactery."

Harry knew nothing about what a Horcrux was, but of course he knew about the Phylactery.

After all, the troublemaker spellcaster has one stone, the lich has eight, and the other two will become liches sooner or later.

Therefore, how to deal with a troublesome lich has been written into the textbooks for the paladins and is taught repeatedly during training.

The only way to kill these undead creatures is to destroy all of their life boxes first and then defeat the lich.

Otherwise, simply defeating the lich's body will only make the lich quiet for a while.

Then, after a period of time, the lich will be resurrected with the help of its own life box.