Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Bird demon."

After hearing that the other party was not talking about the monster they knew, both of them frowned.

Then he turned his attention to Ron, who was still looking for the owner of the voice.

Although this is not a very authentic way to do things, and it is easy to lose a friend in various ways.

But neither Harry nor Draco spoke up to remind Ron to be careful.

After all, in this kind of environment and at this distance, using an unlucky guy to make the monster that can make the charming sound appear is a good choice.

After exchanging glances, Harry, who was holding the long sword, and Draco, who was holding the long sword in his right hand and a glass bottle in his left hand.

From Ron's left and right sides, they moved towards the rectangular bathtub in the bathroom.

In this spacious bathroom, it is clear that the only place with room to hide anything is in the foam-covered bathtub.

As they approached the bath, Draco glanced at Harry.

Then Harry stopped as well.

As soon as Harry stopped, Draco threw the glass bottle in his hand into the bathtub.

A cold current suddenly broke out in the bathroom, which was originally as warm as early summer.

The water in the steaming bath quickly froze, and the bubbles covering the water surface also froze into a dense mass of ice.

"what!!"

With a scream, a black-haired ghost wearing glasses jumped out from under the ice, screaming.

“You guys!!”

Unlike her soft voice, this black-haired ghost wearing glasses is short and fat, with a lot of acne on her face.

If you had seen her appearance before she started singing, you would have thought that although she was not pretty, she was of average appearance.

But after hearing her voice and seeing her appearance, I suddenly felt like I was being cheated in an online romance.

"I just want to absorb a little bit of your energy, you've already wasted more than that!"

As the ghost roared, Harry and Draco had already rushed towards it with swords in hand.

"Myrtle?!"

Harry, who had not been able to hit his target for almost the entire night, injected the power of light into the sword with a little emotion.

When using Holy Slash on your ghost.

Ron suddenly called out the ghost's name.

Ron knew this ghost?

This was the first reaction that flashed through Harry's mind.

Holy shit, how many ghosts are there in Hogwarts?!

This is really not a necromancer training center?

I went to the cemetery three times at midnight and didn't see so many ghosts!

This was the second reaction that flashed through Harry's mind.

As he complained, Harry also stopped.

The punishment he received on the first day of school had already left Harry with a deep enough lesson.

After Ron called out the ghost's name, the ghost was also stunned.

"you know me?"

It seemed that only at this time did Myrtle notice Harry and Draco surrounding her from both sides.

"You! You are! Harry Potter! And his fellow ghost killers?! Help!"

It seemed that the little misunderstanding at the beginning of the school year had made Harry quite famous among the ghosts of Hogwarts.

After realizing that the person in front of her was Harry, Myrtle immediately let out a scream that could make the dead in the cemetery jump out of their coffins and shout "Are you going to let the dead sleep with such noise?!"

"We mean no harm!"

At Myrtle's scream, Harry quickly lowered the sword in his hand.

"As long as you don't attack us, I promise not to use the Holy Slash first."

Seeing Harry lower the sword in his hand, Myrtle's mood was obviously much calmer.

However, Myrtle, who was floating in the air, looked at Harry and the other two, and a smile appeared on her face.

"This prefect's bathroom isn't the place for you, is it?"

Myrtle floated in front of Harry and looked him in the eyes and said.

"What do you think would happen if I went to see Filch, or Professor McGonagall now? I suppose it's curfew?"

"Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Harry looked at the ghost in front of him, and tightened the hilt of the sword with his hand.

"How can this be called blackmail? It's so ugly to say it out loud. Sister, I'm analyzing the situation for you."

Myrtle, who was originally standing, suddenly floated in front of Harry in a side-lying position.

"And I'm going to help you a little bit, sister. Can you give me some of the extra energy that you don't normally use?"

Looking at the ghost in front of him, Harry shook his head and refused without hesitation.

"No, I won't agree to that."

The last time someone said something similar to Harry was a wandering vampire.

Then Harry let the vampire wanderer feel what it meant to have the power of light flowing in the veins of a paladin.

So no matter from what angle, facing the blackmail of this ghost, Harry could only choose to refuse.

"You have to think about it carefully. If you don't let me run out and call for help, you'd better think about it carefully. Besides, I won't take much, just a little bit."

Just as Myrtle stretched out her hand and made a little Korean gesture of fury in front of Harry.

A flash of lightning appeared and turned into a cage near Myrtle, trapping her inside.

"You three, hurry up."

Harry turned his head and saw only the hem of a robe flying in the entrance of the bathroom, and a bare foot.

Because the effect of the advanced north wind bomb released by Draco was too strong, Harry could only use a few flaming slashes to carve a hole in the ice.

After running hot water through those taps, I managed to take a hot shower.

I have to say, taking a hot bath in ice is a very magical experience.

And having a female ghost watching nearby makes the feeling even more magical.

Although Harry and Draco didn't care, Ron still seemed a little shy when faced with this situation.

By the time Harry and the others finished their shower, got dressed and walked out of the men's bathroom, Hermione was already standing at the exit of the prefect's bathroom.

Judging from her posture, she had obviously been waiting here for some time.

"Let's go."

After seeing Harry and others, Hermione pushed open the bathroom door.

This time, Harry and his three companions returned to the dormitory safely.

After waking up and doing the routine morning exercises, Harry and the others came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom according to the schedule.

As soon as Harry walked into the classroom, the style of the place gave him a strong sense of unease.

Different from the cozy style of other classrooms in Hogwarts.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom gave people a dark and eerie feeling both visually and olfactorily.

Whether it is the iron cage hanging from the ceiling, the biological specimens nailed on the wall, or the organs soaked in the water tank in the corner.

All of this made Harry feel like this was a necromancer's laboratory.

After all, Harry had often kicked open the doors of those tech geeks who liked to rob graves in the middle of the night, and then used the Holy Slash to chop them around.

Amid the shouts of "Hang him!" from the families of the victims of the theft, the guy who liked to play with human Legos was sent to the dungeon for reflection.

Although Harry became wary after seeing this decoration style.

But Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world after all.

So Harry walked into the classroom and found a place to sit down.

After Harry walked into the classroom, he seemed to see someone already sitting in the classroom.

The students who were originally crowded at the door to watch also began to enter the classroom one after another.

Some brave guys put down their books.

He also walked to the wall and began to study the specimens hanging on the wall.

Soon it was time for class, but Professor Quirrell, who was in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts, had not shown up yet.

As a result, the originally tense atmosphere in the classroom gradually began to become cheerful.

Some people speculated whether the professor was late because of something else.

Some people are starting to look forward to whether there will be some delicious veal for lunch today.

Just as the classroom was beginning to become noisy.

With a "bang!" the classroom door suddenly closed.

Before the students could react, the windows and blinds in the classroom closed automatically.

As the black curtains were lowered, the sunlight was blocked out.

The students began to panic.

When a white mist began to spread in the classroom.

Screams of terror immediately resounded throughout the classroom.