Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Looking at the smile on Neville's face, Harry suddenly remembered a certain enthusiastic and familiar old lady.

From the old woman, Harry once again learned a lesson that would help him survive his adventures.

That is, don't take items that don't have a price tag, because you may have to pay a price that you absolutely cannot accept.

After breaking into a hag's lair and admiring her collection or works, Harry became furious.

After all, even the most insane wizard Harry had ever seen wouldn't make a deal where the content of the deal was 'I don't want to see my family again'.

They dug out the eyes of others and preserved the body of the unfortunate person as an exhibit.

Or praying to be cured of one's own illness, and then petrifying others.

In this case, you don't care whether the person is dead or not, just say whether the disease is cured or not. Even those unscrupulous businessmen who were beaten up by Harry would call this the operation of an expert.

This made Harry, a believer of Woking, furious.

The teachings from Woking made it impossible for Harry to ignore the hag's fraudulent behavior.

The oath of revenge from the paladin made every ray of light in Harry's body shout "justice" and "revenge".

According to what Kalak said afterwards, if Harry had maintained his anger for a little longer, he would have most likely become a half-barbarian without any guidance.

Although Harry failed to become a barbarian, the witch's fate was no better than provoking a group of barbarians.

In the name of Woking, in the name of the paladins, and in the name of the victims, Harry released all the Holy Slashes he could that day after using a Mark Slash to prevent the hag from escaping invisibly.

That day, Harry made the Gisyanki, who was usually the most arrogant in the team, speak an octave lower in voice when they were camping.

However, today is obviously not a suitable day to use Holy Slash to clear the spell slots.

So facing the eagle-like gaze of the gray-haired woman, Harry chose to tell the truth.

"I'm sorry, Professor, we just had a little conflict."

043 Keep silent, my friend

"I'm sorry, Professor, we just had a little conflict."

"Hahahahaha!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Neville laughed as if he had heard some great joke.

"Hahahaha!"

After Neville laughed, the other Slytherins also seemed to have just realized what was so funny and laughed wildly.

Some even laughed so hard that tears came out of their eyes.

Of all the Slytherins, only Goyle and Crabbe looked bewildered.

He stood there in a daze, like a spectator at a party.

After laughing wildly for a while, Neville wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the professor.

"Professor, do you think Harry is a master of jokes? He can even tell jokes like this."

The gray-haired woman looked at the Slytherins who were laughing wildly, and then looked at Harry, whose face was filled with sincerity.

For a moment, I didn’t know whether this was a new trick played by young people or whether they were covering up something.

Finally, after hesitating for a while, the gray-haired woman finally announced the start of the class.

It was only then that Harry realized that this woman, who also had short black hair, was Madam Hooch, their flying professor.

Madam Hooch called everyone to get brooms from the broom shed.

Although we already knew it in advance, spellcasters in this world basically fly on broomsticks.

But when Harry stood next to a broom as Madam Hooch asked, he still couldn't accept the fact that he was going to fly on a broom.

As a paladin, Harry received strict riding education.

Although for most of the adventure, Harry was a ruthless Holy Slasher wielding a two-handed greatsword.

But if conditions allowed Harry to ride a warhorse and give Harry a spear.

Harry was able to use his lance to evenly split an apricot on a stake while on a galloping horse.

So when Harry saw that this broom didn't have a wide and comfortable saddle, and that it relied entirely on two metal pedals at the end of the broom and the hands holding the broom to maintain its balance after it flew up, he used all his reason to prevent himself from speaking elegant British words.

Holy shit! Is it hard to put a saddle on a broom?

There are a lot of brooms in the broom shed, judging by the quality of them.

These brooms must have been used repeatedly by successive generations of Hogwarts students. Harry felt that even the wooden swords in the chapel where the paladins were trained were probably newer than these brooms.

Although Harry despised these battle-hardened brooms, the other students carefully selected their brooms as if they were paladins who had just been allowed to get their first sword.

The broom shed is filled with comments like "Look, the handle of that broom is slightly bent, which will cause it to deviate when accelerating" and "The branches tied to this broom are too messy. It must have fallen many times before. I think we should look at something else."

Even Draco and Ron, who had always had a bad relationship because of Ron's attitude, were now enthusiastically choosing brooms in the crowd.

Although he could understand the enthusiasm of these young wizards, Harry did not have much interest in flying at the moment.

Harry had no interest in flying, at least not until he had made a saddle for his broomstick.

Harry had even decided that after exercising tonight, he would take the time to draw the design of the saddle and send it to Madam Malkin.

Although her main business was a tailor shop, if she could make leather vests, then she could definitely make saddlery.

If I can promote this kind of saddle, I can also earn a little hard-earned money from patent licensing fees.

But the wizarding world doesn't even have saddles, so maybe there's no patent law here either?

As Harry was thinking about the issue of patent law, he suddenly heard Neville's voice.

"Remain silent, my friend, remain silent."

Harry turned around and saw Neville standing behind him.

Subconsciously, Harry reached for the pocket of his robes.

"Oh~ calm down, calm down~ amico."

Seeing Harry reaching into his pocket, Neville raised his hands to show Harry that he was harmless with standard French etiquette.

"I mean no harm, I just want to talk."

"Talk?"

Seeing Neville raise his hands, Harry did not take his hands out of his cloak pockets.

"Yes, let's talk."

Neville slowly lowered his hands a little, and when he saw that Harry had no special reaction, he completely put his hands down.

But even after putting them down, Neville kept his hands away from the pockets of his robe to avoid misunderstanding.

"What happens between us should only stay between us and shouldn't involve other people, don't you think?"

"What do you mean by we?"

Harry asked as he looked at Neville in front of him, who looked calm and composed, as if he was the one holding the wand.

"You know what I mean Harry."

Neville sighed and spoke to Harry in a tone as if he was explaining to Harry why 1+1=2.

"The problems between us should be solved between us. After all, no one wants to be deducted house points or put in detention, right?"

As a seasoned adventurer, even though Harry was a paladin, like other adventurers, sometimes Harry did not want the local official forces to intervene.

It’s like the adventurers feel that the local official power, except for being somewhat useful when issuing bounties, is a group of insects that only cause trouble most of the time.

Official authorities in various places usually view adventurers as a group of dangerous troublemakers.

Therefore, if any conflicts arise between adventurers, they usually choose to settle it privately rather than going to local officials to go through formalities.

But when Neville brought this up now, Harry instinctively sensed something unusual.

But now is obviously not a good time to think about the problem.

"You're right, no one wants to get deducted points or get detention."

After hearing Harry agree with his point of view, Neville, with blood still on his lapel, extended his right hand to Harry.

“I’m glad we were able to come to an agreement on this.”

Harry looked down at Neville's outstretched hand and then back up at Neville.

This time Harry did not extend his hand.

Seeing that Harry didn't extend his hand, Neville just smiled and took his hand back.

"The Longbottom family is at your service at any time."

Neville bowed slightly to Harry and then turned and left.

Neville stopped again after taking just two steps.

He turned and looked back at Harry.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't know Goyle and Crabbe were yours, so now they are yours."

044 I will never ride a broom again!

Neville's words made Harry frown.

It sounded as if Neville had just handed him a fish wrapped in a piece of clothing.

But Harry could clearly see that the two big fools, Crabbe and Goyle, were happily choosing brooms in the crowd.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Potter. Like I said, I mean no harm to you, and maybe we'll have a chance to work together in the future. Who knows?"

Neville shrugged and turned away.

Not far away, where no one was paying attention, Hermione watched the entire negotiation between Harry and Neville.

And the consequence of this small negotiation is when the negotiation is over.

When Harry and Hermione were choosing their brooms, there were basically just a bunch of uglies left.

The Slytherins gave Neville the best broom.