Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Faced with these freshmen whose stealth skills are so bad that they can't even fool a blind man.

Before Harry or Draco could even make a move, Hermione waved her wand and sent a 'stunner' flying over.

When they arrived at Professor Quirrell's office, Draco sighed and took out a silver coin and handed it to Harry.

After Hermione knocked down a young wizard with the 'fainting' for the third time, Draco bet with Harry that they would encounter at least ten attackers along the way.

The result was just one point short of the mark, which made Draco sigh that young people nowadays are so spiritless.

Harry, who had picked up a silver coin for free, knocked on Quirrell's door with a smile.

It was just different from the usual almost immediate response after knocking on the door.

This time, after Harry knocked on the door, he waited five minutes but Professor Quirrell did not respond.

A familiar feeling immediately emerged from the depths of Harry's mind.

This kind of situation where no one answered the door when knocking was something Harry encountered more than once in his adventurous career.

Harry, feeling that something was about to happen, turned his head and glanced at Draco and Hermione behind him.

The experienced Draco and Hermione immediately understood and took positions on both sides of the door.

However, unlike Harry and Draco who just drew their wands, Hermione pulled out a dinner knife from her robes that looked very familiar to Harry.

Looking at the dinner knife in Hermione's hand, Harry's eye twitched, and he planned to discuss this issue with Hermione later.

After exchanging glances again, Harry gently pushed Professor Quirrell's door.

With a slight "creak..." sound, the door was pushed open.

Harry quickly poked his head through the gap in the door and took a look into Professor Quirrell's office.

It is completely different from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which is so gloomy that it can compete for the top ten best necromancer laboratory layouts of the year.

Professor Quirrell's office was as clean and tidy as a Muggle luxury apartment.

There are shiny new oak floors, exquisite leather sofas, and a brass record player next to the bookcase.

Just looking at her gave Harry the feeling that this was a refined person who enjoyed enjoying life.

Is Quirrell actually this kind of person in private?

Recalling the strange way Quirrell ran during morning exercises, and the Quirrell who controlled the situation in class like an orc shaman.

Looking at the office before him that would have impressed Uncle Vernon, Harry once again raised his risk rating for Quirrell.

After taking a quick look around the door and finding no signs of a trap, Harry squeezed in through the crack.

Walking into Professor Quirrell's office, Harry found that the office was too simple.

Apart from a huge desk, there were only two bookcases near the fireplace and a record player with a huge brass speaker.

Next to the white round carpet in front of the fireplace, there is a single sofa with a high back.

Other than that, there's nothing else in this office.

If Professor Quirrell was in his office, the only places he could hide were the off-white leather sofa with a high back and the huge oak desk.

Draco and Hermione followed Harry into Professor Quirrell's office and took a quick look around the office.

He exchanged glances with Harry again.

After a brief exchange of glances, the three of them completed the task assignment.

Draco took a detour to check Professor Quirrell's desk, while Harry and Hermione checked the high-backed sofa first, and then the three of them met and checked the bookcases.

As Draco approached the huge desk, Harry approached the high-backed sofa from both sides.

After passing the backrest of the high-back sofa, Harry saw Professor Quirrell sitting on the sofa in dishevel with his eyes closed, looking as if he was asleep.

Professor Quirrell's straight black cloak was only draped over his body, and three or four buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned.

Through Quirrell's open collar, Harry saw that there seemed to be some strange runes and some red crystals on Quirrell's chest.

Before Harry could see clearly what was on Quirrell's chest.

Hermione suddenly raised the knife in her hand and rushed towards Quirrell.

Without a moment's hesitation, Harry rushed forward and grasped Hermione's knife-holding hand.

"what you up to?!"

Relying on a strength slightly stronger than Hermione's, Harry grabbed Hermione's wrist and pressed her hand down hard, while lowering his voice and asking Hermione.

"Let me go! Now is the best chance to kill him!"

"Are you crazy?! I told you! We can't do anything without solid evidence!"

Hermione, whose knife-holding hand was pried off by Harry, raised her left hand holding the wand without hesitation and prepared to cast a spell.

But before he could raise his wand, Harry grabbed Hermione's left wrist again.

"I said, we can't do anything without evidence!"

Harry glared at Hermione fiercely.

Hermione returned the same look to Harry and emitted electricity from her body like an electric eel, trying to force Harry to let go.

"I said, if you don't kill him now! You will regret it! Potter!"

Harry, who had already given two warnings, tilted his head back without hesitation and then hit Hermione on the head with a ruthless headbutt.

After a muffled "boom!" sound, the electric current released by Hermione paused briefly.

Just as Harry continued to exert force with both hands, trying to force Hermione to let go of the knife and wand in her hands, Harry raised his head again and prepared to hit Hermione with the head.

Just when Harry's head fell halfway, he heard Professor Quirrell, who was slumped on the sofa, groan.

So Harry's head, which was originally prepared for a hard landing, had to make a soft landing in order to avoid surprising his friends.

The next second, Hermione, who was a little dizzy from being hit by Harry's head, suddenly widened her eyes.

I wanted to say something but all I could come out was a “Woo!”

"Ms. Potter and Miss Granger, what are you doing?"

Harry raised his head again and released his left hand from holding Hermione's wand.

As he turned to look at Quirrell, he forcefully hid Hermione's hand holding the knife behind his back.

"Sorry, Professor, we really like the decoration style of your office, so we can't help ourselves."

Harry gave Quirrell an awkward yet polite yet very bold smile.

049 Let’s play a game of Gwent first

"I don't remember allowing you into my office."

Quirrell pulled up his collar to cover his chest.

"We knocked, but you left the door unlocked, Professor."

Quirrell looked at Harry, then glanced behind him.

"Mr. Potter and Miss Granger can't help themselves, so what are you doing, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Professor? Is this desk of yours made during the Goblin Rebellion? I can recognize the emblem on the corner of the desk. This desk is very rare and very expensive."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Mr. Malfoy."

Quirrell raised himself up in his chair and adjusted his sitting position.

Although Quirrell acted as if nothing had happened, Harry still found that Quirrell seemed a little weak at this time.

It's not the kind of "weakness" that comes after a day of thrilling adventures, with a night raid by paladins in the first half of the night, a ward round by soldiers in the second half of the night, and then a search for a missing necromancer in a cemetery full of dangers the next day.

It is closer to the weakness and fatigue that comes from the depths of the soul when the Mind Flayer Tadpole has an attack.

What did he just do?

Just as Harry saw through Quirrell's weakness, Quirrell looked in Draco's direction and said, "That desk is just an ordinary desk issued by the school."

After saying this, Quirrell turned his gaze to Harry.

This time, Harry saw in Quirrell's gaze, in addition to the usual curiosity, there was also a fleeting, barely perceptible flash of hostility and murderous intent.

"Mr. Potter, for entering the professor's office without permission, each of you will be deducted ten points."

When that well-hidden murderous aura dissipated, Quirrell spoke to Harry expressionlessly.

"And, for your inability to control your feelings, Gryffindor, each of you will be deducted another twenty points. Now leave my office."

Hearing Quirrell asking him to leave his office, Harry dragged Hermione out of Quirrell's office without saying a word.

Draco, who was walking last, had just walked out of Quirrell's office and closed the door.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded in the corridor.

Draco turned around and saw Harry covering his face with his left hand, and Hermione was walking away in big strides.

"What are you still standing there for? Chase after him!"

Draco stared at Harry, who was covering his face with his hands. The expression on his face was as if Harry only needed one last sword to defeat the devil.

But Harry suddenly stopped and started chatting with the devil about life and ideals.

"Me, chasing her?"

Harry pointed at himself, then at Hermione's back.

"She stole Hogwarts' property first, then tried to do something, and now she slapped me, and you want me to chase her?"

Harry's face was full of disbelief.

Except for the last one of the above three points, as a paladin, Harry usually needs to educate Hermione with love for the other two.

Try your best to make her turn over a new leaf and become a noble person, a moral person, and a person who is beneficial to society.

Just like the wandering vampire who once had all kinds of bad habits, he turned over a new leaf and became a new ghost.

The best thing to do now is to wait for Hermione to calm down before talking to her.

Let her know where she went wrong.