Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Harry, what do you need from me?"

Harry briefly explained to Black the results of his discussion with Draco last night.

From his two encounters with Voldemort, Harry felt that his biggest problem now was that when facing Voldemort, his arms were short and he could not hit the person, and even if he hit the person, his attacks could not break the defense.

Therefore, Harry's ideal method of attack now is to get a powerful enough gun and use full-automatic mode to release a large number of Holy Slashes at Voldemort.

Anyway, since she didn't have enough spell slots, she could always ask Qiu Zhang to make the magic little pills for her.

If a single shot of the Holy Slash isn't powerful enough, then let's just go for it and crush him with overwhelming numbers!

As for the Pink Fluffy Rabbit, it can be used as the final blow and when facing those inferior Liches and Death Knights.

But since Harry knows nothing about guns or ammunition, he needs the help of his experienced godfather in this regard.

After listening to Harry's idea, Black felt that Harry was worthy of being his godson. This was what it meant when great minds think alike.

Looking at Harry in the fireplace, Black thought of his former close comrade-in-arms, a self-aware combat robot called Titan.

That Titan had discussed similar issues with Blake before, and allowed Blake to conduct some small experiments on it.

Since then, Blake has climbed out of the hell of destruction and death with that Titan countless times.

This experience of jumping into hell and returning again created a relationship between Blake and the Titans that went beyond the ordinary relationship between Pilots and Titans.

So much so that they started calling each other 'tin' and 'mincemeat'.

And Canned and Minced Meat had promised, under the witness of sacred motor oil and whiskey, that when the war was over, they would run a farm together.

Meat Mince is responsible for managing the farm, while Can is responsible for sales, so the name of their farm is called 'Meat Mince Can'.

But all this came to an abrupt end on a Christmas morning.

That morning the can broke its agreement with the mincemeat.

The canned food saved Mincemeat's life that morning.

Blake shook his head, pushing the sudden memory out of his mind.

"As for the gun enhancement, I can handle it, but as for the bullet enchantment, we have to work together."

Black said as he looked at Harry in the fireplace.

"Your spell called Supreme Slash can only be cast by you..."

At this point, Blake suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a minute... I'm going to get something."

After saying that, Blake turned around and ran upstairs.

Shortly after Blake left, a hunched figure, wearing only a rag and with his skin folded loosely on his body like an old ogre, walked out from the darkness, muttering.

"Oh... the useless young master has destroyed the furniture in the house again, as if he still feels that he hasn't ruined the house enough... I wonder what the mistress would say if she saw it... But Kreacher can't do anything. He can only watch..."

At first, Harry thought it was a particularly old goblin, but as the creature moved into the light of the fireplace, Harry saw that it was a particularly scruffy house-elf.

This wasn't the first time Harry had seen a house-elf, but it was the first time Harry had seen one so slovenly.

Before, whether it was Dobby from the Malfoy family that Harry had met, or the house-elves in Hogwarts.

Although they were wearing things like pillowcases and tea towels, they all looked clean and decent.

And now the house-elf that appeared in Harry's field of vision made Harry once again feel what biodiversity meant.

From what the house-elf muttered, Harry guessed that the house-elf's name should be Kreacher.

So Harry greeted the house-elf who was hunched over picking up the broken pieces from the coffee table.

"Hey, hello Kreacher, I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

Harry startled the house-elf by speaking suddenly.

When the house-elf then saw Harry in the fireplace, he frowned and bowed to him.

But while bowing, he was still muttering.

"Another second-rate friend that the young master found from who knows where, and he even greeted Kreacher shamelessly... Oh... How disgusting..."

Just as the smile on Harry's face was gradually freezing, Black came down from the second floor holding something.

"Hey, Kreacher! What are you doing here?! Go back to your room!"

After seeing Kreacher standing in front of the fireplace, he shouted to Kreacher.

"Kreacher is cleaning up this broken coffee table, Master. Even if you are a second-rate person, Kreacher will obey your orders. After all, he is the Madam's last bloodline..."

After looking at Black, Kreacher turned away from the fireplace and walked into the shadows again.

Black came to the fireplace, looked around as if looking for something, and spoke to Harry in the fireplace while looking.

"That's Kreacher. He has been serving my family for a long time. He just stayed here for too long, so there is something wrong with his brain. Ah, here..."

As Black spoke, he picked up a pair of tongs from the side, put the thing in his hand between the tongs and handed it to Harry.

"It's a two-sided mirror, a pair, and I have the other one in my hand. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you will appear in my mirror, and I can speak to you in yours. James and I used to use these when we were in detention."

Harry raised an eyebrow as he took the mirror from Black's hands.

"So you guys used to get detained a lot?"

"Yes."

Blake scratched his head sheepishly.

"We were young then, so we did a lot of stupid things and were proud of it."

Looking at Black, Harry began to wonder what his father had done in school.

But a glance at Sirius and the clock in the living room revealed that he had been talking to Black for too long and it was almost time for exercise.

So after agreeing with Black on the technical direction of both parties' research, Harry said goodbye to Black and retreated into the Gryffindor common room.

But before withdrawing his head from the fireplace and returning to the Gryffindor common room, Harry said to Black, who had drawn his wand and cast a spell on the fragments of the coffee table.

"Godfather, have you ever heard of a man called RAB?"

Black scratched his head at what Harry said.

"It seems a little familiar. What? Did this person do anything?"

"He's a hero and we have to find him if we can."

Black nodded to Harry.

"Got it. I'll keep an eye out for RAB when I find it. It sounds familiar..."

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry went back to his dormitory and put the two-way mirror into his armory before starting a new day of training.

Because of what happened yesterday, Harry took the initiative to increase the intensity of his training a little.

So much so that Ron and Hermione looked at Harry with a look of "Are you crazy?"

Qiu Zhang was the only one who knew what had happened. After Harry finished his training, he took out a pill and handed it to Harry.

However, Harry's initiative to increase the intensity of his training was not the craziest thing that happened today.

When today's Daily Prophet was delivered, everyone was surprised to see the front-page headline of today's Daily Prophet: "Female Ghost Out of Control, Ministry of Magic Declares Curfew."

According to the newspaper, due to the negligence of the guards, a female ghost escaped from the surveillance of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Since the screams of this ghost are deadly, the Ministry of Magic will impose a curfew starting today. At the same time, it hopes that citizens will not rush to check and deal with it when they find any abnormal situation.

Instead, he called the police immediately and waited for the Aurors to come and deal with the situation.

At the same time, there were extensive reports in newspapers about this dark spiritual creature, which looked like a woman, but with hair long enough to drag on the ground.

Although she may look attractive from behind, her face is that of a skull, her skin glows green under her clothing, and her cry is as deadly as that of an adult Mandrake.

As the students in the auditorium discussed the dangers of female ghosts and prepared to adjust their summer vacation plans based on the curfew, Harry exchanged glances with Qiu Zhang, who was sitting next to him.

Obviously, they all realized that the so-called female ghost was just a cover-up set up by the Ministry of Magic.

If a curfew was hastily announced, it would obviously be resisted by everyone, while announcing that the Dark Lord was not only back but also more powerful would undoubtedly cause great panic.

Now it is undoubtedly a smart move to use the female ghost as an excuse to declare a curfew and make people more vigilant. I just don’t know who came up with such a clever idea.

Just as Harry and Qiu Zhang exchanged glances, Draco and Hermione, who were sitting next to Harry and Qiu Zhang, obviously realized something.

Among the group of people, only Ron was complaining that the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures and the Ministry of Magic were a bunch of rubbish. They had wrongly sentenced Buckbeak, a hippogriff, to death, and now they had released the female ghost. They were really a bunch of rubbish.

After breakfast ended and everyone left the hall, Draco whispered to Harry if he knew anything, but Hermione said nothing.

Harry thought about it and told Draco about Voldemort's recent situation. Judging from Hermione's pricked ears, Hermione should have known the news as well.

"So that's why you woke me up last night in the middle of the night?"

Draco frowned at Harry.

"Sorry man, I was..."

Looking at the scar on Harry's face, Draco sighed and patted Harry's shoulder.

But Hermione on the side frowned again.

"So what are you going to do? Just wait like this?"

Hermione's voice was a little sharp, which made Ron, who was rubbing his belly, look at Hermione and Harry in surprise, not understanding why these two were arguing again.

"No, I plan to research a weapon so that I can give Voldemort a surprise the next time I meet him."

Before entering the Transfiguration classroom, Harry briefly explained to Hermione his idea of ​​using a gun to launch the Holy Slash.

After listening to Harry's narration, Hermione looked him up and down.

The scrutiny in his eyes was as if that of an HR preparing to recruit new employees, or an archaeologist preparing to repair cultural relics.

Hermione whispered to Harry after everyone entered the Transfiguration classroom.

"I know a little bit about this bullet enchantment technique. Bring me your stuff at night."

That night, Harry found Hermione in the common room with a small bag of pistol and shotgun bullets and Black's two-sided mirror.

Harry found that Hermione's definition of "knowing a little bit" was almost the same as when he said "I just do a little business" during a business negotiation with others.

Hermione has a complete system and process for how to enchant bullets.

There is even a complete set of methodology for what runes and prayers should be engraved on the shell and how the bullet should be processed.

So skillfully that it seemed like Hermione had done this before.