Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Except for Hermione, Harry, Draco and Ron's hair puffed up like fluffy popcorn and fluttered in the wind like seaweed.

Harry had been through worse than this in the past, and Harry was thick-skinned.

Not to mention going to class with an afro, even if Harry was asked to go to class wearing only the most fundamentalist Scottish kilt, he would just smile and definitely not smoke.

But when Harry walked to the lawn, he found that the Slytherin students had also arrived here.

Including Malfoy's two "little" followers, they also came here with other Slytherin students.

Unlike the free and easy Gryffindor students, these Slytherin students act collectively as if they have formed a group.

When they saw Harry, there was a small commotion for some reason.

Then the crowd dispersed, and the round-faced boy with the indifferent look in his eyes whom Harry had seen at the Sorting Ceremony walked towards Harry from the crowd.

Looking at the group of Slytherin students walking towards them, Harry and the others quickly exchanged glances.

Harry: This isn't right.

Draco: Looks like he's here to cause trouble.

Hermione: We are outnumbered, so we should take the initiative to gain the advantage.

Ron: What? What are you talking about?

Finally, considering that he had already been in confinement for a whole semester.

Harry and the others still did not take the initiative to attack, but prepared to observe the situation first.

After all, Crabbe and Goyle were also in the crowd at this time.

Draco believed that their "friendship" had expired and deteriorated because of the relationship between the colleges.

At least it won’t last even a week.

After exchanging glances, the few of them dispersed slightly and went to greet the Slytherins.

Surrounded by Slytherin students, the round-faced boy walked up to Harry and the others and stopped.

Behind the round-faced boy, the posture of the Slytherin students reminded Harry of the kobolds near the dragon's lair.

He had an expression of someone who was taking advantage of the situation.

If they are dogs...then this round-faced boy is a dragon?

Harry looked the round-faced boy up and down.

He still had the same indifferent expression as he had at the Sorting Ceremony, but this time Harry read something else in the round-faced boy's calm expression.

That was the majesty and cunning that belonged to a mercenary leader.

The round-faced boy also looked Harry up and down, then extended his left hand to Harry.

"Hello, Harry, I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom. Although this is not the first time we meet, it's nice to meet you."

Looking at Neville with an indifferent expression in front of him, Harry instinctively realized that something seemed to be wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

Although his instinct had sounded the alarm, Harry's upbringing as a paladin still made him extend a hand to the round-faced boy out of politeness and the last bit of trust that Hogwarts was the safest place in the wizarding world.

Neville stretched out his left hand, and Harry habitually stretched out his right hand to shake hands with the round-faced boy.

Before Harry realized that the hand he extended was wrong.

Neville's outstretched left hand suddenly grabbed Harry's right hand, squeezing it tightly like a vice.

Something is wrong! I was careless!

The moment his right hand was controlled, a flash of thunder flashed through Harry's mind, and he understood everything in an instant.

Harry had seen the technique Neville was using before from a wandering vampire.

First, let the target relax his guard during the conversation, and then find various excuses and reasons to control the other person's sword hand.

What awaits the target next is a fatal blow to the chest.

He wants to kill me?!

He didn't have time to think about why Neville wanted to kill him, and his method was so skillful that even as a seasoned adventurer, he didn't understand what he was thinking.

Harry reacted quickly and pulled his right hand away, while at the same time swinging his left fist at the round-faced boy's face without hesitation.

The next second, before Harry felt his fist break something.

He heard Neville mutter "The evil spirit is possessed".

042 Joke Master

Harry had never expected that what Hermione said she would regret would come true so quickly.

Harry's punch was an instinctive reaction to the threat to his life, and he didn't hold back at all.

It can be said that except for not calling upon the power of light.

Harry punched Neville in the face with almost all his strength.

I felt the familiar feeling of something breaking in my fist.

And when the spell of 'evil spirit possessed' rang in my ears.

Harry then remembered what situation he was facing.

This is my damn Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

But when I remembered this, it seemed too late.

As he punched Neville in the face.

The Slytherins standing behind Neville took out their wands in surprise and pointed them at Harry and the others.

But their reactions were obviously not as fast as Draco and Hermione's.

When they reached into the pockets of their robes to draw their wands, Draco and Hermione jumped up like wolves and knocked down several Slytherin students with their fists in an instant.

At the same time, Crabbe and Goyle, who had been standing among the Slytherins from the beginning, stood there at a loss, watching Draco mercilessly punching several Slytherins to the ground.

"stop!"

"Stop!"

Harry and Neville shouted at the same time, and fortunately things did not develop in the worst direction.

Neville covered his face and got up from the ground. The blood flowing from between his fingers proved that Harry's punch just now was indeed powerful.

After standing up straight, Neville let go of his hand, turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

He first looked at the Slytherins who were knocked to the ground, and saw them struggling to get up with the help of their companions.

After seeing the Slytherins who had fallen to the ground stand up and nod slightly to him.

Neville turned around and looked at Harry.

"The fist is quite powerful."

Neville rubbed his chin with his bloody hand.

"But I win this time, Potter."

Neville grinned and gave Harry a smile that could be considered friendly if you didn't consider the context.

But at this moment, the smile on Neville's face looked more like a celebration after the success of the plan.

"What are you doing?!"

Just as Neville was giving Harry a "friendly" smile.

A woman with short gray hair and a pair of yellow eyes like a hawk walked towards them hurriedly with a broom in her hand.

Seeing the woman approaching with a broom, Neville's smile grew even brighter.

Looking at the smile on Neville's face, Harry's heart seemed to be tied with lead and gradually sank into his stomach.

I am still under detention, and if something happens at this time.

Harry could already see Dumbledore looking at him and saying 'I'm sorry, but rules are rules.'

"Professor, we didn't do anything."

When the gray-haired woman walked between Harry and Neville, Neville looked at her with the smile on his face unchanged.

"But your face."

"Oh... this..."

Neville said in a smiling voice, as if he had thought of something funny.

"Harry just told a very funny joke, and I laughed too hard, so I accidentally fell and ended up like this."

The gray-haired woman frowned and looked Neville up and down, then turned her gaze to the Slytherin students who had just climbed up from the ground.

"Mr. Longbottom, I believe that the wound on your face was caused by a fall. What about them?"

The gray-haired woman turned her gaze towards the Slytherins who had just gotten up from the ground.

"Did they also fall and get hurt because of Mr. Potter's joke?"

Neville looked at the grey-haired woman in surprise.

"Professor, you are a genius! You figured this out. Yes, Harry is a master of jokes, so we laughed so hard that we even fell down."

The grey-haired woman looked in amazement at the Slytherins who were holding their stomachs, and nodded in agreement as Neville spoke.

"So Mr. Potter, is that the case?"

Seeing that all the Slytherin students said that they fell, the gray-haired woman turned her gaze to Harry.

Looking at the questioning look of the grey-haired woman and the smile on Neville's face.

Harry hesitated.

Although Harry was under punishment, he wanted to continue speaking along with what Neville said.

But Harry's experience as a seasoned adventurer warned him that all gifts from fate were secretly priced.

Are you sure you want to accept Neville's help today?

Or after you punched him hard.