Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

At a dorm chat some time ago, Draco once said that some girls are like this. They look quiet, gentle and weak, but when they really start to fight, they can twist the top of their head with one hand.

I don’t know what Draco has been through to be able to say such insightful words.

After installing the accessories on the Pink Furry Bunny, I simply waved it a few times to test its balance and confirmed that there was no need to adjust the accessories such as the counterweight.

Harry used rivets to fix the accessories to the sword, then cast a magic weapon on the sword, infusing the power of light into the pink furry rabbit.

With the infusion of the power of light, the sword, which was already flickering with a faint flame-like light, now burned even more fiercely with the leaping flames.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Harry couldn't help but think of the giant sword called Blade of Yongran that he had "picked up" when he was on the Mind Flayer spaceship. A similar flame was burning on the sword.

Putting the long sword into the scabbard, Harry cast a flying spell to summon his own armor box.

Harry took out the two pistols from the box and hung them under his arms. He also put the two spare magazines into his pockets and took the invisibility cloak from the hanger. Then he was fully armed.

After a head-on conflict with Voldemort, Harry never hung himself up like a Christmas tree again.

That would not only slow down your actions, but would also be useless.

Looking at Harry who was already armed, Dumbledore nodded.

"I want you to put on the Invisibility Cloak. It should cover both of you," said Dumbledore. After Harry and Cho had huddled together and put on the Cloak, he added, "Very good. Shall we go?"

Dumbledore walked towards the school gate.

"Professor, do you often leave Hogwarts like this?"

"I go to Hogsmeade for a drink now and then," Dumbledore said briskly.

"I sometimes go to Rosmerta's, or the Hog's Head... or pretend to go there. It's a good way to disguise where you're going."

Dumbledore winked at Harry, causing Harry to wonder if Dumbledore could see him through the Invisibility Cloak.

They walked out into the gathering dusk, the air full of the scent of warm grass, lake water, and wood smoke from Hagrid's hut.

This reminded Harry of past adventures, and they always started this way.

Under the cloak, Cho took Harry's hand.

"Professor," Harry asked quietly as the big gate at the end of the drive came into view, "are we going to ride one of those black horses?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "the kind of horse you saw is called a nighthorse. Only those who have seen death can see it. They are very smart and make good mounts, but we will not ride them today."

"Then how do we get there?" Harry looked at Dumbledore curiously. Harry still remembered the feeling of Snape pulling his shoulders to teleport him.

Even though Harry often used the Phantom Step to sneak attack bad guys, he also entered the portal many times.

But the terribleness of this teleportation experience could definitely be ranked in the top five among all the teleportations Harry had ever experienced.

Of course, the number one option is to be transported on a burning ship that is about to disintegrate.

Harry thought that there could be no worse teleportation experience than this.

"We will Apparate there," said Dumbledore. "This method of transport cannot be tracked. It is very safe."

They walked out the gate and onto the deserted road to Hogsmeade, which was shrouded in the twilight. The night fell as fast as their steps, and it was completely dark when they reached the main road.

Lights flashed in shop windows, and as they approached a pub with three broomsticks on its sign they heard hoarse shouts.

"--Don't come in!" A witch who looked older but still had a hot and charming figure shouted, and forcibly drove out a sloppy-looking wizard, "Oh, hello, Albus... coming out so late..."

"Good evening, Rosmerta, good evening... Forgive me, I have to go to the Hog's Head... Don't mind, I just want a quieter atmosphere tonight..."

After a while, they turned into a side street that led to a small bar. The tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket above the door, with a picture of a severed boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth wrapped around it.

The markers squeaked softly, even though there was no wind.

Compared to the Three Broomsticks, the bar seemed quite empty.

"We don't have to go in," Dumbledore murmured, glancing around. "As long as no one sees us leave... Now put your hands on my arms, Harry. Don't hold too tightly. I'm just leading you. I'll count to three - one... two... three..."

Harry spun around, and immediately he felt the horrible sensation of being squeezed in a thick rubber tube, unable to breathe, and every part of his body being squeezed, almost beyond his endurance.

Then, just when he thought he was sure he was suffocating, the invisible tube suddenly burst open and he stood in cool darkness, breathing great gulps of fresh, salty air.

Harry could smell the sea and hear the sound of the waves crashing.

A cool breeze ruffled his hair as he looked out at the moonlit sea and the starry sky. He stood on a high black rock outcropping of water, and the waves rolled and foamed at his feet.

He turned his head and looked back. Behind him rose a cliff, the rock face falling away so steeply that it was almost black and blurry. Several large rocks, such as the one on which Harry and Dumbledore were standing, seemed to have fallen off the face of the cliff at some time in the past.

It was bare and desolate all around. Apart from the vast sea and rocks, there was not a single tree, grass or beach in sight.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked, in a tone that sounded as if he were asking Harry if this was a good spot for a picnic.

"Great, a great place for a picnic if we were there."

Harry withdrew his gaze from around him and supported Qiu Zhang, who was feeling a little weak on his legs.

Obviously, not only Harry didn't like this method of teleportation, but even Qiu Zhang couldn't stand it.

"But if I was going to hide something, I wouldn't hide it here."

"Not here, exactly," said Dumbledore. "Halfway up those cliffs behind us there's a sort of village."

"When Voldemort was still an orphan, I believe his orphanage brought him to this place."

“Let them breathe the sea air and see the waves.”

Harry suddenly interrupted Dumbledore.

"Voldemort is an orphan?"

"Oh, yes. Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle. His father abandoned him before he was born, and his mother apparently couldn't hold on for long. He was called this name when he was a student. It was not until he was ready to do something that he changed his name to Voldemort. Now few people call him Tom."

Dumbledore nodded to Harry.

"He grew up in an orphanage as a child, and became a bully there until he entered Hogwarts. I will share his life story with you later. In a way, he is very similar to you in some ways, but obviously you have taken completely opposite paths."

Dumbledore said, pointing to the cliff next to them.

"I guess that Tom Riddle and several children who were bullied by him in the orphanage have been to this place."

"It's impossible for a Muggle to climb up this rock unless they are extremely skilled in rock climbing. Boats can't get close to the cliffs either. The surrounding waters are too dangerous."

"I can imagine how Riddle climbed up there. Magic must be more effective than ropes. He brought a few children with him, probably for the fun of scaring them. I think he could have come up alone, don't you?"

Harry looked up at the cliff again and whistled.

"Hiding on a cliff, well... I thought he would be more creative."

When Dumbledore heard Harry's tone, which was like a teacher grading a student, a smile appeared on his face.

"So if it were you, where would you hide the Horcrux?"

Harry thought of those famous cases almost without thinking.

"In the sky, I mean on the satellites orbiting the planets, or in those demiplanes in the astral world that only they know about. In any case...hiding the phylactery...I mean the Horcrux in a secret room on the cliff is a stupid idea."

"I couldn't agree more with that."

Dumbledore nodded again.

"Harry, you can take off your Invisibility Cloak now. Now let's think about how we are going to get through."

Dumbledore pointed to a black rock wall in the distance. Harry stared at it for a while and found a hidden gap. Obviously, that was where Voldemort hid something.

"I can go there alone, but I can't bring anyone..."

While Harry was speaking, Qiu Zhang flicked the long sword at Harry's waist with his finger. The long sword flew out of Harry's scabbard, stopped horizontally in front of Harry, and its size became a little bigger.

"Although it's a bit tight for three people to stand, this distance is enough."

Qiu Zhang stepped onto the flying sword first, then extended his hand to Harry, motioning Harry to stand in front of him.

"Oh, this is the magic you used to save Harry."

Dumbledore looked at the flying sword under Qiu Zhang's feet with great interest.

"If possible, Miss Qiu, can you tell me the principle of this magic?"

Dumbledore asked Qiu Zhang after standing at the front of the flying sword.

"Of course, but this is a little different from magic."

Although there were three people standing on the flying sword, it flew into the cave very smoothly.

Entering the cave, Harry came down from the flying sword and found that although there seemed to be nothing in the cave, he always felt that something was wrong.

"cut……"

Just as Harry was about to check the rock wall in the cave.

Harry heard Qiu Zhang make a disdainful sound.

"Rough, really too rough..."

Shaking his head, Qiu Zhang walked to a stone wall, squeezed his previously scratched hand hard, and then slapped it against the stone wall.

The rock that Qiu Zhang hit suddenly disappeared, revealing a doorway, and there seemed to be endless darkness inside.

Looking at the pitch-black cave, Qiu Zhang sighed and looked up at Dumbledore.

"Professor, are you sure this isn't a trap?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"This is the place Voldemort set up a long time ago, when he was still very immature..."

Dumbledore paused here, then continued.

"Perhaps he is still immature, and he is always dominated by the bully who does whatever he wants in the orphanage. Perhaps I should have seen through this earlier. Light up your wands and let's go in."

After saying this, Dumbledore walked into the cave.

They were standing on the shore of a huge black lake, so vast and boundless that Harry could not see the other side of the lake.

The cave they were in was so high that even when they looked up, they couldn't see the top of the cave. In the distance, as if in the center of the lake, there was a hazy, green light, reflected in the dead water below.

Apart from the green light and the light from the three wands, there was complete and impenetrable darkness all around. The penetrating power of these lights was not as strong as Harry had expected. The darkness here seemed to be denser and heavier than ordinary darkness.

"Let us go forward," said Dumbledore quietly. "Be careful not to step into the water. Follow me closely."

He walked around the shore, Harry following close behind him, their footsteps echoing on the narrow rocks that bordered the lake.

They kept walking forward, but the scenery around them did not change at all: on one side was the rough cave wall, on the other side was the endless, smooth black lake surface, with the mysterious green light shining in the center of the lake.

Harry felt that this place and this silence were very similar to the Underdark, only without those terrible mushrooms, glowing crystals, and those enthusiastic drow.