Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

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But as Harry's muscles began to swell like balloons.

His grades gradually improved from mediocre to good enough to allow him to attend Eton College.

Harry's reputation in the school also changed from a weirdo to a particularly promising weirdo.

Aunt Petunia, who also noticed the changes in Harry, tentatively asked Harry if he could help Daley, who was almost as fat as a ball, solve his obesity problem and help Daley improve his grades at the same time?

Harry did not refuse Aunt Petunia's request.

Although at the beginning, Harry needed to use some "little tricks" learned from Captain Xie Nian, who liked to kill people in his dreams, in order to get Dali to join in the training and learning at the same time.

Tell Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to shut up.

But when Dali went from being as fat as a pig to be slaughtered to being a pig that needed to gain weight, he started to get A’s consistently.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, as if it wasn't Harry who had threatened them in the kitchen a few months ago, stood on Harry's side and began to urge Dudley.

As for Dali's own opinion.

In Harry's opinion, the opinion of Dali, a spoiled child, was of no reference value.

After his life gradually got back on track, every time he exercised, Harry would unconsciously think of his companion who was always covered in flames during battle.

I don’t know how she is doing now that she has returned to hell, and whether everything is okay.

Every time this happened, Harry would feel a little regretful. Why did he reject the offer from the great wizard Gail, who once had an affair with the goddess of magic, to teach him magic?

If I had learned magic from Gale, would it mean that I would have the opportunity to return to Baldur's Gate or even enter Hell to help my friend?

With this little annoyance and regret, Dali ran back to the door of his aunt's house, sweating profusely and panting as if he would die if he ran two more steps.

Harry saw an owl land in front of him with a letter in its beak.

Owls are not common in London.

Especially the owl holding the letter.

Do owls stop catching mice and start stealing letters these days?

Just as Harry was staring at the owl with some curiosity.

The letter Harry found in the owl's beak was written in emerald green ink:

Surrey

Little Whinging

4 Privet Drive

The smallest one-bedroom at 4 Privet Drive

Mr. Harry Potter.

002 Owl Letter

Regardless, Harry's name was clearly written on the letter.

It was still the owl staring at him with big eyes, as if asking himself, "The letter has been delivered, what are you waiting for?"

All of this shows that there is no doubt that the letter was sent to Harry.

It's just that this method of sending letters using animal companions or magical pets...

This is certainly not something the Royal Mail Group would do.

Are they coming to see me?

I knew these guys were reliable!

Harry reached out his trembling hand and took the letter from the owl.

As soon as he touched the envelope, the familiar texture of the parchment made Harry feel that it was right.

It must be those bastards coming to find me.

Harry turned the envelope over with shaking hands and saw a wax seal on it.

A shield crest with a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

Harry frowned as he looked at the emblem he had never seen before on the wax seal.

"Huh... Harry... what's wrong?"

Daly, who was sweating profusely, saw Harry standing on the path on the lawn, which was unusual for him.

Daly poked his head out, trying to see what Harry was doing there.

"It's okay, let's go."

He casually stuffed the letter into his pocket and ignored the owl that was hooting as if asking for food.

After opening the door, Harry rushed Dali, who seemed to have been fished out of the water, to take a shower.

I walked into the kitchen smelling the aroma of frying bacon.

As usual, Aunt Petunia was standing at the stove making breakfast, and Uncle Vernon was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.

"Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, good morning."

"Good morning, Harry. Take a seat. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Aunt Petunia, standing in front of the sizzling stove, responded to Harry enthusiastically.

Ever since Dudley started to lose weight, Aunt Petunia's attitude towards Harry has gradually improved.

Even last Christmas, I gave Harry three cans of protein powder as a Christmas gift.

Compared to the usual gift of maybe just a coin or a toothpick, the three cans of protein powder were like giving Harry a car.

From then on, the relationship between Harry and Aunt Petunia became much more harmonious.

Because of a little unpleasantness in the past, Uncle Vernon, who was hiding behind a newspaper, just greeted Harry with a muffled cough.

After sitting down at the dining table, Harry pulled out the strange letter.

Opening the envelope, Harry pulled out the letter and began to read.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First-Class Grand Magician of the Order of Merlin, and Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Porter:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Looking at the admission letter, Harry fell into deep thought.

So there is a magic school that is willing to accept me to study there?

Although he had no doubt that he had the talent to become a wizard, Harry was more concerned about something else.

How did they know they had this talent?

Are they spying on themselves?

Harry was staring at the letter in his hand and began to think about when this so-called Hogwarts discovered that he had the potential to become a wizard.

Suddenly there was a scream in the kitchen.

Then there was the crisp sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering.

Harry looked up and saw Aunt Petunia looking at the envelope Harry had placed on the table in horror, as if she had seen something dirty.

Uncle Vernon, who was standing nearby, heard the scream and poked his round head out from behind his newspaper wall to see what was happening.

Uncle Vernon shot up from his chair when he saw the envelope Harry had placed on the dining table.

"Bang!" It hit the table with a loud bang and almost overturned it.

"Boy! You didn't read that letter?!"

The expression on Uncle Vernon's face when he looked at Harry at this moment was as if Harry had just walked out of an epidemic area and was still carrying some deadly virus.

The roar contained three parts of anger, seven parts of rebuke, and ninety parts of fear.

Harry put the acceptance letter in his hand on the dining table and looked at Vernon and Petunia, whose frightened eyes were filled with helplessness.

Harry's keen perception brought by his paladin training allowed him to understand the emotions behind Vernon and Petunia's panic.

"Looking at your reactions, you should know something."

"No...we..."

As Aunt Petunia began to speak, Harry raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Aunt, please don't lie to me, okay? If there is anything I should know, please tell me and give me your advice. I will respect your advice."

Looking into Harry's sincere eyes.

Aunt Petunia turned her head and looked at Uncle Vernon.

"Vernon..."

Uncle Vernon blushed when he saw the look in Aunt Petunia's eyes.

"Oh…no Penny…we swore an oath."

"Vernon, Harry's grown up."

As Aunt Petunia and Vernon were exchanging views, Dudley rushed into the kitchen wrapped in a bath towel.