Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

However, due to Hermione's bullet enchantment technology, it is mainly used to attach her golden lightning.

Moreover, the bullets used in Hermione's method are much more complicated than the bullets that Harry brought, so Harry and Sirius need to make some minor modifications based on Hermione's methodology.

However, just like Hermione's daily blackmail on Harry, Hermione, who gave Harry this methodology, also put forward two conditions to Harry.

First of all, she wants a share of the weapons and bullets made using this technology.

Secondly, during the summer vacation, Harry would either go to the Middle East with her or let her smoke as much as she wanted.

Harry did not object to Hermione's first condition.

Anyway, Hermione felt that her mission was to kill Voldemort, so Harry had no objection as long as the bullets could hit Voldemort.

But Hermione's second condition made Harry feel a little uncomfortable. After all, Harry's schedule was basically full this summer, and he really couldn't squeeze out the time to go to the Middle East.

And let Hermione suck until she was full...

Hermione, who looked like a vampire, licked her lips with her tongue.

Harry once again suggested that Hermione take the same oath of revenge as himself and become a paladin.

Just like in the past, Hermione listened to Harry's advice humbly and then put it behind her.

That evening, while Harry was having dinner in the Great Hall, he received an owl letter from Black.

Dear Harry.

You asked me this morning who the RAB would be.

I realized that this might be the abbreviation of my younger brother, Regulus Arcturus Black.

What did he do?

Sirius.

117 I have no nose, I just want to live a peaceful life

"Asshole! Tell me! Who did you sell it to?!"

It took Harry almost all his strength to pull the fist-waving Black away from the counter.

Behind the counter, Mr. Borgin, holding his nose, was looking at Blake in horror, who seemed to want to tear him to pieces.

It all started a few hours ago when Harry received a letter from Black.

After receiving Black's letter, Harry went to see Dumbledore immediately.

After explaining the situation, Harry and Dumbledore rushed to the Black family's old house at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Looking at Harry and Dumbledore who arrived at the first moment, before they started talking, Sirius realized that this matter might be beyond his imagination.

However, before Sirius could ask what had happened, Kreacher burst into tears and asked Harry if he had killed the Dark Lord to avenge his little master.

At first, the impatient Sirius thought that Kreacher was going crazy again and was ready to let Kreacher go back to his nest.

But Dumbledore stopped Sirius, and Harry, who had guessed something, took off the locket hanging around his neck that was stabbed by Lily's sword, and asked Kreacher if this was his little master.

It was placed there by Sirius's brother, Regulus Arcturus Black.

As Kreacher cried, Harry and his friends learned about an event that had been buried for more than ten years.

Black's younger brother Regulus was also a fanatical supporter of the Death Eaters. However, one day Voldemort borrowed Kreacher from Regulus and brought Kreacher to the cave to test his defense mechanism. He then left the dying Kreacher there to die.

It was Kreacher who, before he became completely incapacitated, managed to return to 12 Grimmauld Place by diving on Regulus's orders and report to Regulus what he had experienced.

Regulus then discovered that Voldemort was not the perfect leader he had imagined and realized what Voldemort was doing. However, at that time, Regulus did not know who he could trust.

So after drinking the potion in the stone basin, he replaced Voldemort's Horcrux with his own locket.

He ordered Kreacher to leave with the Horcruxes, and then Regulus, who tried to drink the water from the Black Lake, was dragged into the water by the Inferi and drowned.

After hearing this story, the angry Blake punched another hole in the wall of the living room.

Harry and Dumbledore immediately asked Kreacher about the whereabouts of the Horcrux.

Then they got an answer that made them break out in a cold sweat.

After Black returned to 12 Grimmauld Place, he sold a large number of old Black items that he thought were useless while cleaning up the house.

Among them was the Horcrux that his brother Regulus asked Kreacher to bring back.

At that time, Kreacher tried to stop Black, but was kicked away by Black.

Amid Kreacher's vengeful sneer, Harry learned from Kreacher who bought those things from Black.

After eliminating a lot of adjectives that Kreacher used, such as "sleazy", "dirty", and "dirty bastard", Harry got the man's name "Mundungus Fletcher".

Blake, who was almost driven crazy by guilt, soon learned from Fletch, who was almost scared to pee his pants, that he had sold the locket to Mr. Borgin, the owner of Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley.

So when Harry and his crew rushed to Knockturn Alley and asked Borgin where the locket was, they were told that it had been sold, and Borgin said he had forgotten who he sold it to.

As soon as Borgin finished speaking, Black grabbed Borgin's collar like a vicious dog and pulled him onto the counter, then punched Borgin's nose almost hitting the back of his head.

"Either you tell me now! Who did you sell the pendant to?! Or I will kill you right here! I don't mind going back to Azkaban again!"

Before Black could throw a second punch, Harry rushed forward and pulled Black away from Mr. Borgin.

Dumbledore drew his wand, waved it towards the door of the shop and closed it.

Then, Black roared, "Let me go! Harry! I'm going to tear him apart! As long as he doesn't tell me who bought the damn pendant! I will tear him apart!"

Pulling out a handkerchief, he handed it to Mr Borgin.

"Thank...thank you...Dumbledore...you know, I'm old..."

Just as Mr. Borgin took the handkerchief handed to him by Dumbledore and wanted to explain to Dumbledore that he was really old and the most important thing in his job was to forget things that he should not remember.

Dumbledore said to Borgin with a smile on his face.

"Bogin, Harry is still a child. He can only control Black for two minutes at most. If you can't remember the name within two minutes, no one here can help you. You know, I'm old. If Black punches me, I can't bear it."

Borgin, holding a handkerchief in his hand, stared at Dumbledore in front of him in amazement, as if Dumbledore had not just said that no one could help him now, but had taken off his nose and laughed, saying, "Haha, you can't guess, I am actually Voldemort!"

"I...I...I..."

In great fear, Mr. Borgin began to try to remember to whom he had sold the damned locket.

While Bogin was trying to recall, he was in a red-lit box in a luxurious-looking building on a street in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, with red signs and a large number of transparent windows, filled with the decadent atmosphere of capitalist depravity.

A man with disheveled clothes, a locket with an 'S' logo on it hanging on his chest, who could be considered handsome except for his nose, was sitting on a sofa and sneezed violently.

As the man cried out "Ah Qi!", in the box where the man was, the ragged special service personnel who were standing, lying or sitting saw the man sneeze, and handed small pieces of cloth still with body temperature to the man in various ways. There were even two special service personnel who stuck to the man from behind as if they were worried that the man would catch a cold.

Ignoring the small pieces of cloth, the man without a nose rubbed the place where his nose should be, and muttered, "I have already fled to the Netherlands, and there are still people talking about me. Could it be those stupid brothers of mine..."

After saying this, the man scratched his head.

"No... I finally got out, I need to calm down first..."

After the noseless man finished speaking, he took out a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket on the coffee table in front of him and poured it on the special service officer who was twisting his body the most happily next to him.

The special service officer first twisted his body more vigorously, and then let out a scream after being pulled into the arms of the noseless man. Then the special service officers around him rushed forward to assist.

When the fierce wrestling stopped, the noseless man sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette amid a pile of snow-white limbs.

The noseless man scratched his head.

"The Netherlands is still too close. If those idiot brothers cause trouble, it will easily implicate me. That old guy Dumbledore is not someone you can easily deal with."

The man scratched his head and looked around the private room, as if he was looking for something, but in the end he didn't seem to find what he was looking for.

So the man sighed, lowered his head, reached out and patted the face of the only special service officer in the room who still had the energy to clean up the battlefield, asking the special service officer to suspend his work for the time being.

Looking at the special service officer's somewhat dazed eyes, the noseless man asked.

"Where else in the world can you find fun like in Rotterdam? It has to be far away."

The special service officer didn't seem to understand what the man meant by having fun at first, but after the man patted the special service officer's face like a drum, the special service officer understood what the man meant.

"Las Vegas, USA. If you like exotic places, you can also go to Pattaya, Thailand, sir."

Reaching out his hand to let the special agent continue her work, the man leaned back on the sofa and began to think.

"The United States and Thailand... these two places should be far enough away. If I run here, those stupid brothers won't get involved in the trouble they cause, right? I just want to live a peaceful life..."

The man scratched his head, and in boredom, he lowered his head to look at the special service officer who was wiping his mouth.

"I think we're a good match. Can you come to Las Vegas with me?"

The special service officer looked at the man in front of him with some surprise, his eyes containing three parts of surprise and seven parts of confusion.

It was as if she was questioning this man, "I know you have a special skill, but a special skill cannot be eaten as a meal. Even if it is a snack, you have to pay for it. How can you have the nerve to ask me to accompany you to Las Vegas?"

Looking at the special service officer's eyes, the man sighed.

If it were in the past, if a Muggle dared to look at me like that, I would definitely give her a full range of Unforgivable Curses.

From the Imperius Curse to the Cruciatus Curse, and finally when she got tired of it, she used the Killing Curse, which always made this special agent understand who she was rejecting.

But after going through all that, the man now has learned to reconcile with the world.

In this twisted world, only these charming bodies can bring me some comfort and warmth.

Although I know that I have left that world, who can guarantee that this world does not face the same problem as that world?

I was such a fool in the past! What I pursued were all bullshit!

What a waste of time, so many beautiful witches and muggles, stupid! Very stupid!

With some regret for his past life, the man smiled and leaned out, grabbing a travel bag next to him.

After unzipping the bag, the special agent looked in surprise at the travel bag filled with bundles of British pounds and US dollars.

The man pulled out a roll of US dollars from his bag and looked at the special service in front of him.

"Open your mouth."

After the special agent opened his mouth in confusion, the man stuffed the roll of banknotes into the woman's mouth.

"Come with me to Las Vegas, and I'll stuff one of these into your mouth every day as long as I'm satisfied..."

Before the man finished speaking, the special service worker nodded frantically and then climbed on top of the man, wanting to let the man know how dedicated she was.

But the man pushed her away from him.

Under the special service officer's puzzled gaze, the man stroked the smooth thigh beside him and said.