Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Looking at the owl's big round eyes, Harry was reminded of the owlbear in his past team who seemed to never be full.

The guy with an owl's head and a bear's body often looks at me like this.

This time Harry understood what the owl meant.

This is asking for food from yourself.

After picking up a few pieces of bacon from his plate and handing them to the owl, the owl's eyes indeed showed a look of satisfaction.

After making a "coo-coo" sound, it flew away with the bacon and Harry's brief reply in its mouth.

However, when Harry was looking through the photo album and writing his reply, the Nimbus 2000 attracted the attention of many classmates.

With everyone watching, Harry simply tried to get on the broom.

Professor McGonagall was right. After stepping onto the new broom, Harry indeed felt something invisible supporting him from under his butt.

But after moving his thighs, Harry found that the invisible pad seemed to only work on his butt.

His thighs were still hanging in the air, so Harry couldn't control the direction of the broom like he could when riding a horse.

The desire to put a saddle on the broom, which had been dormant because of the invisible pad on the broom, suddenly became active again.

Just think about it, when riding a broom, you can free your hands to do other things. This is a groundbreaking invention no matter how you look at it.

If only the wizarding world had patent laws...

Harry felt it was unjust that he couldn't make a fortune from broomstick saddles.

Forget about justice. If we don't make a small profit, we won't even have geography.

"Potter, what are you going to do?"

Just as Harry was feeling the range of the shock-absorbing spell and thinking about how to design the broomstick saddle, Professor McGonagall came to Harry's side.

"You can't ride a broom in the Great Hall. Give me your broom."

Facing Professor McGonagall, Harry, in a good mood, did not argue and simply handed over his broom.

"I'll return your broom to you during Quidditch practice."

When Professor McGonagall left with the broom, Draco and Hermione found that Harry was not at all depressed about having his broom taken away. Instead, he looked in a good mood.

Apparently because they got up late, when Harry and his group had finished eating and were preparing to leave the hall.

Crabbe and Goyle walked into the hall.

As soon as they sat down at the Slytherin table, they jumped up from their chairs as if they had thorns.

He trotted to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

Seeing the pitiful looks in Crabbe and Goyle's eyes, Harry and his group, who were about to leave, sat back down.

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.

Looking at the size of Crabbe and Goyle, you can tell that if they skip a meal, it won't just be a matter of being hungry.

But just as Crabbe and Goyle were eating heartily at the Gryffindor table.

Harry suddenly realized that Hermione was staring at Crabbe and Goyle with a gleam in her eyes that Harry was familiar with.

In the past, when I was the captain of the evil thoughts team, this light began to flash in my eyes.

No matter who it is, no one wants their name to come out of the evil mind's mouth next.

So Harry silently lit a candle for Crabbe and Goyle in his heart.

Although Crabbe and Goyle are likely to experience some tragic things in the future.

But instead of letting Hermione mess up Hogwarts, it’s better to let Hermione mess up these two unlucky guys.

After all, these two men are big and strong, and they look like good materials for wearing heavy armor.

Anyway, the wizards here don't care about gestures or metal interference when casting spells. They can complete the spell just by waving a wooden stick.

So Harry decisively chose to remain silent.

After Crabbe and Goyle finished their breakfast, two more fat guys joined the team, and Harry and his group set off for the Potions classroom in the Hogwarts dungeon.

Just like the impression given by the dungeon, the Potions classroom is not a warm place.

In the dark and deep underground, a black crucible was placed next to the desk, and a faint scent of potion lingered in the air.

Just the smell of it made Harry want to reach out and touch the hilt of the sword behind him out of habit.

As a paladin, Harry often used various potions, but every time he smelled the smell of the old potion workshop, he didn't know how many potions had been boiled to seep into every crack in the stone wall.

What happens next is usually not particularly pleasant.

After all, as a paladin of Woking, it is easier for him to deal with the evil god's conspiracy.

Maintaining market order and cracking down on unscrupulous businessmen are Harry's daily work.

A potion workshop that can attract adventurers and paladins instead of city guards to investigate.

Basically, it will start with a terrifying rebuke and end with a holy slash.

However, Harry subconsciously reached out to touch the hilt of the sword that did not exist behind his back.

Hermione's behavior made Harry even more curious about what Hermione had experienced in the past.

After seeing the cauldrons, Hermione's face turned pale instantly.

It was as if what was placed in the classroom was not a crucible, but a group of indescribable man-eating beasts.

Hermione's body was tense like a cat with its fur standing on end, and she was ready to strike anyone head-on at the slightest sign of trouble.

Since we arrived quite late, most of the seats in the classroom were occupied by Slytherin students.

After noticing Harry coming, Neville, who was sitting in the front row, nodded slightly to Harry.

But compared to Neville, the short-haired girl sitting next to Neville, who subconsciously hid herself in the shadows, made Harry instinctively feel a little threatened.

Why do I seem to have hardly seen this girl before? I only seem to have seen her once during the sorting ceremony.

What was her name? Something like that.

Although he had some doubts, Harry also nodded to Neville.

A group of people walked into the classroom and found a corner to sit down.

In order to prevent Hermione from suddenly getting angry, Harry sat next to Hermione and Draco sat behind Hermione.

Unlike Quirrell who brought a little surprise and shock to the students, Snape, like other professors, walked into the classroom through the classroom door in an ordinary way after the class started.

Unlike the other professors though, Snape didn't even name any.

After entering the classroom, Snape simply waved his wand at the blackboard.

As the blackboard appeared with densely packed words and numbers that made people dizzy.

He sat down on the chair behind the podium and put his feet on the podium.

I saw the students below the podium were still looking at me in confusion.

Snape glanced calmly around the classroom.

"Why are you all looking at me? All the steps are on the blackboard. You have one class period to make the potion."

After hearing Snape's words, the classroom suddenly became filled with a buzzing sound, as if a hornet's nest had exploded.

There were also the sounds of flipping pages in textbooks, copying on the blackboard with quill pens in notebooks, and students chopping ingredients on chopping boards with knives.

Harry took out the textbook and prepared to brew the potion by referring to the textbook and the steps on the blackboard.

Just as he was about to take out the materials from the material can, he discovered that something was wrong with Hermione.

Although she was copying the words on the blackboard into her notebook with a quill, Harry didn't think she would be able to recognize what she had written in her notebook five minutes later.

054 Far ahead, far ahead

Although only three minutes had passed, Hermione's behavior returned to normal, and she began to deal with those strange materials according to the methods introduced in the textbook.

But Harry still remembered that Hermione was a little afraid of the cauldron.

Adventurers are always afraid of strange things, just like Shadow Heart is afraid of wolves, and sometimes he can't even move because of fear.

Adventurers always experience some strange things during their adventures.

There are some things that even if you are seventy years old and can't even finish a whole glass of beer in a bar, you can still brag about it to those newcomers who can't even hold a sword.

Some things will make people wake up from their beds in a sweat in the middle of the night, and they will sit by the bed in fear all night.

As a seasoned adventurer, Harry obviously would not take the initiative to ask Hermione what she had experienced.

After all, as the adventure progresses, there will always be a night or a moment when Hermione is willing to take the initiative to tell herself what she has experienced in the past.

This is a small courtesy and tacit understanding between adventurers.

Apart from Hermione's strange behavior, Potions class itself was not too difficult for Harry.

It is nothing more than processing the materials according to the instructions in the textbook and on the blackboard, and then throwing them into the crucible to boil.

Maybe for others, making a potion, knowing what to put in and when, and how many times to stir the spoon is a difficult task.

For Harry, this matter couldn't be easier.

Although the paladins of Vol'jin are often not as serious as the paladins of Tyr or Lathander.

In order to improve efficiency, the church has greatly simplified its rituals and procedures.

But as a member of a religion, Harry still had to familiarize himself with a large number of rituals and procedures, including hundreds of sword-related rituals.

Not to mention that Harry also learned the techniques of forging magical weapons.

Compared to swinging a hammer and hitting the steel billet next to the furnace, standing next to the crucible and stirring the strange solution is so comfortable that it doesn't feel like work.

Not to mention, although Hermione initially behaved like a newcomer who had just started an adventure and was at a loss as if she had entered a dungeon for the first time.

However, when Hermione recovered from the nervousness, it seemed that they had some special tacit understanding after the encounter.

Or maybe it was simply because both of them were experienced adventurers, the cooperation between Hermione and Harry was as tacit as if this was not their first pot of potion.

With just a simple glance, Hermione was able to add the processed ingredients to the crucible when Harry needed them.

As a blacksmith who can forge magical weapons, Harry has control over the temperature of the crucible.