Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Before Harry could read more from Dali's eyes.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who had just been staring at each other, began to scold Daly as if they had seen clowns and magicians in the amusement park trying to get Daly to go on stage to perform.

"But isn't Harry still here?!"

Dali looked at Harry sitting in the kitchen in confusion, staring at him with innocent eyes as if asking, "Why can Harry sit here?"

"Go back to your room!"

However, what Dali got was stern looks from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and their hands pointing to the room upstairs.

"Okay! I'll go back! I'll go back right away!"

Dali turned and walked upstairs, expressing his dissatisfaction along the way.

He deliberately made his footsteps sound louder, as if the person walking upstairs was not a slightly fat boy, but an ogre.

Then there was a "bang!" sound of a door slamming from upstairs.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other again.

After a sigh, Uncle Vernon knocked on the table.

"Okay, we'll tell him everything, but you'll have to give me some tequila to make me say those crazy things."

Aunt Petunia walked aside and took out a glass and a glass bottle with some kind of plant floating in it from the cupboard.

After placing the glass on the table, he poured a full glass of tequila into the glass and handed it to Uncle Vernon.

At Uncle Vernon's "Hey!"

Aunt Petunia picked up the bottle, tilted her head back and took a big gulp of tequila.

Aunt Petunia put the bottle down on the table with a loud thump and pulled out a chair to sit at the dining table.

"Okay, Harry, listen! We lied to you when we told you your parents died in a car accident..."

003 I Need a Sword

Oh, very good.

There is nothing worse than knowing that your parents were murdered.

And what about the better news that the murderer might be preparing to murder me now?

Harry, shirtless with a red turban tied on his head, swung the hammer and hit the red-hot sword blank that was held in pliers in front of him.

The vow of revenge cheered and melted into the red blade with every blow from Harry.

After drinking half a bottle of tequila in the kitchen that day, his face became almost as red as that of Kalak's Aunt Penny, who had half the redness of a Tiefling with hellish blood.

As if venting her feelings, she told Harry everything she saw in the letter she took from Harry when she opened the door to put the bottle in about ten years ago.

Harry stood up from his chair and thanked Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon with the most serious and rigorous etiquette in his life.

Even though they don't like themselves that much, and even though they used to treat themselves pretty rudely.

But when you understand their motives, they want to protect themselves.

Harry forgave them for everything they had done to him in the past.

As if she had noticed something from Harry's solemn action, Aunt Petunia stared at Harry with red eyes.

"Knowing this, are you still going to go to that Hogwarts?!"

Looking at Aunt Petunia's bloodshot eyes, Harry nodded although he couldn't bear it.

“That’s my parents, that’s what I have to do.”

"Get out! Get out of here!"

This time, facing Aunt Petunia's loss of composure, Harry obediently left the house.

Standing in the garden of number 4 Privet Drive, Harry pulled a one pound coin from his pocket.

Harry placed the coin in the palm of his right hand and clenched it.

When he let go of the coin again, the Queen's head on it had turned into the holy emblem of Woking, the goddess of wealth.

Harry knelt on one knee in the grass, one hand on his knee, and with the other hand he held the coin high above his head.

"With my blood, with my sword, I will be the blade of vengeance, I will be the death knell of the wicked, I will have no other thoughts, I will have no mercy, until justice is done."

As Harry once again recited the oath of vengeance he swore when he became a paladin.

The pound coin in Harry's hand began to glow as if it were in a furnace.

A radiant force surged from the coin into Harry's body.

At this moment, Harry's eyes also lit up with golden light like two iron balls that were about to melt.

When the ritual was over, the coin returned to its normal appearance.

Harry stood up from the lawn and blinked his eyes, which always felt sore after each ceremony.

Standing outside the house, I began to think about what I needed to prepare if I wanted to start my revenge now.

Just as Harry was standing in the garden thinking.

Uncle Vernon opened the door and came out, standing a little behind Harry.

Looking at the neighbor's house across the street, he spoke to Harry as if talking to himself.

"Are you determined to go?"

"Yes, as their son, this is what I have to do."

When Harry said this, the energy gathered in his body because of the oath of revenge began to surge again like a wolf that smelled blood.

The vow of revenge can't wait.

They want blood for blood, they want a tooth for a tooth, they want... justice.

"Well, kid, since you've behaved like a man all year..."

Uncle Vernon coughed lightly and moved his eyes from the roof of the neighbor's house to a dark cloud floating in the sky.

He spoke to Harry in a tone as if to say, "It's a nice day today."

"We can't just watch you, a fool, go crazy in that insane asylum..."

At this point, Uncle Vernon paused.

"So…if you need anything, tell me and I'll try to find a way for you."

Harry turned and looked at Uncle Vernon, who was standing next to him, looking uncomfortable.

He raised his right hand to his chest and bowed his head in salute to Uncle Vernon.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Dereth."

"What are you saying thank you for? You are my nephew, you little brat..."

Vernon turned, opened the door, and walked into the room without even glancing at Harry.

But Harry always maintained a salute to Vernon.

That night, Harry found Uncle Vernon and said he needed a sword.

So over the next few days, Uncle Vernon drove Harry to all the shops and markets selling swords in London.

Trying to find a suitable sword for Harry.

However, in Harry's opinion, none of the long swords sold on the market could carry his oath of revenge.

Finally, after Uncle Vernon spent two days bargaining with a blacksmith shop that made handicrafts, he finally got the price.

Harry finally got the permission to use the facilities in the blacksmith shop for the next month without disturbing the blacksmith.

Seeing that the sword blank in his hand had been hammered into shape, Harry held the sword blank with pliers and walked to the oil tank nearby, then inserted the sword blank into the oil tank.

"In the name of revenge, this sword will slay the evildoers, drink their blood, and uphold justice."

As Harry whispered the poem, the sword blank glowed in the oil tank.

The magic brought by the oath of revenge cheered and rushed into the sword blank along Harry's hand.

As a puff of green smoke rose from the oil tank.

The light on the sword blank disappeared into the blade, and Harry lifted the sword blank out of the oil tank.

After wiping the oil off the sword blank with a cloth, Harry lifted the sword blank to see if the blade had bent during the quenching.

Although some new materials that had never been used before were used, this sword blank with the oath incorporated into it was as straight as the long swords that Harry had forged in the Church of Woking in the past.

The owner of the blacksmith shop stood with his arms folded across his chest, watching the entire forging process of Harry. After Harry confirmed that there was no problem with the sword blank, he wrapped the sword blank in cloth and prepared to take it away.

Touching his beard, he asked Harry, "Are you really only ten years old this year?"

Harry put on a grey shirt, turned his head and looked at the bald man with a long beard, a smile appeared on his face. "How old do you think I am?"

The bearded bald man shrugged and said, "Looking at the way you forge the sword, I would believe you if you said you have been forging iron for ten years."

"Then just think of me as someone who has been working as a forge for ten years."

The bald man with a long beard curled his lips in disbelief.

"Why did you leave so early today?"

Harry carefully tied the sword blank wrapped in cloth with a rope and carried it on his back.

"A professor is coming to visit my home today, and I can't be late."

"Good luck to you then."

"Have a nice day to you too."

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Harry got on his bike and headed home.

Originally, Harry wanted to run back from this distance.

But who would have known that after slamming the door that day, Dali did not return to his room.

Instead, he quietly returned to the kitchen door and heard everything.

After two weeks of lockdown, Daly handed Harry the keys to his bike.