Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Sorry Professor."

Stepping over the still shaking brick wall, Harry followed Snape into the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.

In Diagon Alley, Snape walked silently like a big bat.

Harry, who was following behind Snape, was also happy about this.

Along the way, Harry kept his ears perked up, listening to the prices traded between passers-by and merchants.

Any experienced adventurer would not miss the opportunity to buy some equipment that is more suitable for himself.

What's more, Harry is a believer of Woking, the goddess of wealth.

The first principle of Vol'jin's teachings is 'Business transactions are the best way to get rich.'

Although a paladin, Harry's main occupation is not a businessman.

But as a seasoned adventurer, Harry had always followed another of Woking's teachings.

You should protect your property, which is also a way to glorify the Goddess, and you must use it properly in order to obtain greater rewards in the future.

Therefore, the adventurer team that Harry was in never worried about money or equipment.

Even the vampire wanderer in the team went to the market with Harry twice.

So he changed his habit of stealing.

Apart from stealing petty things from Harry, not only will Harry not cover for him, but he will also be at risk of being struck by the Holy Slash at any time.

Once, while celebrating another successful adventure in the camp, the vampire wanderer said that Harry's trading skills made him earn more from merchants than he did from stealing.

"That guy doesn't act like a paladin at all when it comes to bargaining. I doubt that if he wasn't bound by an oath, he would be able to exchange someone else's wife with a sword. It's really scary."

The vampire wanderer who had drunk too much red wine said so.

006 Have you heard of Gwent?

Gringotts was a magical place for Harry.

Even though Snape told Harry in a harsh tone that those short creatures with exaggeratedly big noses were goblins, not goblins.

But Harry's adventures told him that these guys were goblins, there was no doubt about it.

If some guy looks like a goblin, he talks like a goblin.

Then they are goblins.

Give your gold to the goblins to manage.

Harry felt that the spellcasters in this world were all crazy.

Aren't they afraid that these goblins will use the gold to sponsor a demon king and start a war?

Just like they always do.

Especially when Harry learned that these goblins had built numerous vaults underground.

And there are dragons guarding behind those vaults.

Harry used up almost all of his rationality to barely convince himself.

This place is not the destination for my adventure, even if the managers here are a bunch of goblins.

Even though there is a huge amount of gold underground here, and even a dragon.

It meets almost all the key elements of an adventure.

This is also a legitimate bank, not a dungeon that you can explore on your own.

Even if there were Dungeons & Dragons here, he couldn't kill these goblins and then take their gold.

They are part of the business system here and are operating legally.

As for sitting on the goblin's cart and speeding along the track.

By the way, he observed the terrain and made a surprise attack plan in his mind. This kind of thing can only be said to be an occupational disease of a seasoned adventurer.

Maybe that mysterious man also hid something here?

Finally the cart stopped in front of Harry's vault.

Harry comforted himself in this way as he had already made two raid plans in his mind.

But soon Harry didn't have to comfort himself anymore.

Because the goblin opened the vault door.

Harry was shocked at how rich he was when he saw the piles of gold coins, silver bars, and mountains of bronze coins in the vault.

And the Potter family actually left such a huge fortune to gather dust underground.

Damn it! You have committed a crime, do you know that?

The teachings of the Church of Woking were flashing through Harry's mind.

Any money you have available should be given to beggars or invested - because the more money people have, the more likely they are to trade it (rather than hoard it).

When you start thinking about how you can effectively use this huge wealth.

"cut……"

Harry heard a slight sound of disdain from Snape's direction.

The sound of "Tsk..." reminded Harry of something.

But compared to speculating about the grievances between the previous generation.

Harry's most important task now is to take the funds he needs from the vault.

Thanks to the transaction information Harry heard on the way to Gringotts.

Harry left the vault after taking a small pocket of gold and silver coins.

"That's all you've got? Potter, if the money isn't enough later, I won't allow you to come back here to get more money."

Snape said this as he looked at the flat little bag in Harry's hand.

"Thank you for your concern, but that's enough, Professor."

Hearing Harry's thanks, Snape returned to the cart with a disgusted look on his face, as if he had eaten a fly.

By the time he got off the cart, Harry had already come up with two more raid plans in his mind.

Fearing that he would lose control of himself if he stayed here any longer, Harry hurriedly left Gringotts.

As soon as they walked out of Gringotts, Snape called Harry.

"You go buy your uniform now."

Snape pointed to a shop not far away with a sign saying 'Madam Malkin's Robes'.

"I have something else to do, so..."

"If I'm done and you're not here yet, I'll be waiting for you there. I understand."

Snape glanced at Harry and then strode away without hesitation.

Although Harry was curious about what Snape was going to do now, he still walked into Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch with a sweet smile and dressed in purple.

"Are you looking for Hogwarts uniforms, dear?" she said before Harry could say anything. "We have plenty of them here. In fact, there's a young man trying them on right now."

At the back of the shop, a pale, sturdy young man stood on a footstool, and a witch was pinning up his black robe.

Madam Malkin had Harry stand on another footstool beside the young man and put a robe on him, pinning it to the right length for him.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the young man.

As an experienced adventurer, Harry could quickly distinguish from the crowds in the tavern who were just ordinary people who came to have a drink.

Who are the adventurers who can go through life and death with you in the dungeon?

Obviously, the boy in front of him is such an adventurer.

From the way he stood, it was clear that he was an experienced swordsman.

Although he was not carrying any weapons, his right hand was subconsciously positioned so that he could draw his sword at any time.

Being able to strike this posture subconsciously is not something that can be trained simply by swinging a sword in a training ground.

Only after experiencing enough adventures will you subconsciously adopt this posture.

Although he hasn't said a word yet, his eyes, full of vicissitudes and fatigue, are already full of stories.

"Hello."

"you're good too."

The boy politely turned to look at Harry as he greeted him.

When their eyes met, a light suddenly flashed in the boy's eyes.

Harry and the boy read the same thing in each other's eyes.

After confirming that the other party was also an adventurer, the two smiled at each other.

"sinner."

"monster."

Harry and the boy nodded to each other.

Now both parties have confirmed that the other party is indeed an adventurer, although the scope of their business is slightly different.

But in reality the difference is not that big.

After all, sometimes people are capable of doing things that even bloodthirsty monsters cannot even dream of.

"Draco Malfoy."

The boy gave Harry a slight nod.

"Harry Potter."

Harry gave Draco a slight nod as well.