Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

In the divine perception, Quirrell could not be sensed at all, as if he did not exist in this world.

Harry had never been in a situation like this before.

Don't act rashly when you can't make a judgment, this is a lesson Harry has learned from his many years of adventuring.

So in the following time, Harry and the other two continued to put back the puppets that were torn to pieces by magic.

Until a silver firebird flew through the gloomy ceiling and came into the dungeon.

"Quirrel, let Harry come to me."

As Dumbledore's voice rang out in the dungeon, Quirrell, who was sitting on the table meditating, opened his eyes.

"Harry, do you know where the headmaster's office is?"

Harry looked at the silver firebird disappearing into the air, then turned and shook his head at Quirrell who was sitting at the table.

"In the southwest corner of the eighth floor, you will see an extremely ugly gargoyle. Say 'cockroach pile' to it and you will be able to enter the principal's office. Go quickly, Mr. Potter, and don't keep the principal waiting for too long."

"Then I'll leave first."

After firmly attaching the thigh in his hand to the broken torso of a puppet.

Harry bowed slightly to Professor Quirrell, then turned his gaze to Draco and Hermione.

After receiving looks from his two companions, Harry walked out of the dungeon.

It didn't take Harry much time to climb back up to the eighth floor. Instead, he had to run around the floor twice to find the extremely ugly gargoyle.

After all, aesthetics is a very personal thing, and Harry has seen many strange creatures such as goblins and kobolds.

Walking on the streets of London, everyone looks good-looking.

So in the end, Harry found the headmaster's office only by whispering "roach pile" when he saw a gargoyle.

Arriving at the door of the headmaster's office, Harry knocked gently.

Then he heard Dumbledore say "Come in" in the room.

Harry pushed open the door of the principal's office and walked into the office without having time to see the furnishings in the office clearly.

A man rushed towards Harry.

The man had dirty, messy hair that hung down to his elbows, and if it weren't for the light in his eyes that shone in his deep-set eye sockets, he would have looked like a corpse.

The waxy white skin stretched tight over the cheekbones, like a skeleton.

He grinned, showing yellow teeth.

Oh, great, I can be attacked in the headmaster's office, this is the safest place in the wizarding world?!

Before the man could touch Harry, Harry stepped back, drawing his wand and pressing it to the man's throat.

A huge amount of radiant power gathered in the wand, and Harry only needed to think about it.

It can separate the man in front of you from his head and body.

"Stop it! Harry! He's your godfather!"

024 Is it too late to regret now?

As Harry sat on the sofa in the headmaster's office with a cup of hot tea.

Harry still couldn't accept the fact that he had a new godfather.

After having his wand pressed against his neck, the man named Sirius Black now calmed down a lot.

While sipping the teacup in his hand, he secretly looked at Harry.

After feeling Black's gaze, Harry always felt that the person Black was looking at was not him, but someone else.

Although when Black rushed over and wanted to give Harry a hug, Harry pointed his wand at his neck.

But when Blake sat down on the sofa and picked up the teacup.

Harry instantly felt an aura from Black that was unique to veterans.

He is not the kind of old soldier who holds a halberd and has spent decades working from nine to five at the city gate.

He is the kind of veteran who would be called over by the city lord or the superior from time to time and told, "Hey, man, I have a mission for you. You are the only person I can trust now."

If you meet a veteran with this kind of aura in a tavern.

Then Harry would go up and buy him a couple of drinks without hesitation and exchange information with him.

Sometimes this can save a lot of investigative work.

Even when the team was short of people, they would ask him if he was interested in doing something together.

But when he is his own godfather, things are different.

As a veteran, you can have a foul mouth, you can be addicted to alcohol, you can have all kinds of bad habits.

But you must never let your teammates fall before you fall.

This is a truth that even a berserker, who is known for his irrationality in battle, understands.

As a berserker, Kalak felt that his Hell Engine might get out of control.

She found Harry and emphasized to him that if she was gone, then Harry, who took her place, must keep an eye on the left wing of evil thoughts.

With Evil's fighting style, he always exposes his left flank in battle. If no one is watching there, he can easily be hurt by the goblin's spear or something else.

Watch your teammates' backs, and trust that they will watch your back, too.

This is the creed circulated among all successful adventurer teams.

So what made Harry even more confused was that Black was his godfather.

So why had I never seen this man before today?

Even in a temporary adventurer team, there will be people who give the deceased adventurer's belongings and their share to their families.

Not to mention, he is his godfather.

If you become a godfather of a child, you should know that you have some responsibility towards that child.

So where was this man in the past ten years of her life?

Although he was quite satisfied with his current life, Harry still had a question to ask Black.

So after drinking half a cup of black tea, Harry raised his head, put down the cup, looked at Black in front of him and asked that question.

"So, as my godfather, where have you been all these years?"

Facing Harry's gaze, Black first lowered his head in shame.

After a few seconds of silence, Blake looked up.

"I'm sorry Harry, I spent all those years in Azkaban..."

Then Blake told everything that happened ten years ago.

Looking at Blake in front of him, even though he is a seasoned adventurer and senior paladin.

Harry's mood was still a little unstable.

As Black finished his story, Harry took a deep breath.

Then he stood up from the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster, it's curfew time now and I should be in the dormitory now."

"Harry."

Under the calm gaze of Dumbledore's blue eyes, Harry obediently sat back on the sofa.

"Harry, I know you're going to blame me, but..."

"but."

Harry let out a long breath and looked at Black sitting in front of him.

Well, since Dumbledore doesn't want me to leave.

So as a paladin myself, now is the time to display the traditional skills of a paladin.

"As a good friend of my parents and my godfather, after they were killed, did you ever consider the safety of their son, who is also your godson, that is, me?"

"I am very……"

Harry raised his hand to interrupt Black, who was about to say something.

"So, let's fast forward to step two. After you killed or thought you killed Peter, you voluntarily went into self-exile in Azkaban without considering that there might be someone out there who needs you?"

"Harry..."

As soon as Dumbledore started to speak, Harry turned his head and glared at Dumbledore.

At this moment, Harry is no longer the student who had just entered school on the first day, but the paladin who holds a huge sword and walks around the world in the name of Woking to maintain the prosperity of trade.

"Everything I have said is based on reality and the confessions of the accused. Is there anything else you want to refute?!"

Looking at Harry in front of him, Dumbledore closed his mouth and said nothing more.

"Not knowing how to judge people is unwise, shirking responsibility in times of crisis is cowardice, and abandoning one's family and children is unkind."

As Harry came to terms with Black's actions, the radiant power of those vows of vengeance began to come alive.

This surging power shouted "justice" and "judgment" in Harry's body, and even made Harry's eyes emit golden light.

"So unwise, uncouth, and unkind..."

At this point, Harry took a deep breath.

As Harry let out this breath like a sigh, he also suppressed the power that was clamoring for "justice" and "judgment".

When the golden light in Harry's eyes faded, Harry, who had been glaring at Black, continued.

"I think there is no need for us to meet for the time being."

Harry looked away from Black, whose head was almost buried in his thighs.

He looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting beside him and drinking tea elegantly.

"Principal, the point of school rules is to obey them. Now it really is time for curfew."