Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Headmaster Dumbledore's expression was very calm. Harry was not sure whether this was the calm before the storm or whether Dumbledore had other plans.

However, behind Dumbledore, there were already lightning and thunder on the faces of Snape and Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Potter, I think that both Professor Snape and the ghosts of Hogwarts should have conveyed my order. All students should gather in the Great Hall and must not leave there."

Through the half-moon lenses, Dumbledore's eyes, as blue as lake water, were looking at Harry.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster. I would give you an explanation, but now is not the time."

Harry stood up from the basilisk's head and pulled out his sword from its head.

"Some men in black robes are trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. They killed the three-headed dog guarding the gate and entered the trapdoor. Hermione and Draco have already caught up with them. I have to go help them now."

"No, you're not going anywhere, Mr. Potter!"

Professor McGonagall, with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, stared at Harry viciously, as if Harry had not just killed a basilisk, but had blown up the Gryffindor Tower and set fire to the Hogwarts library.

"Since you think it violates school rules..."

Professor McGonagall bit her lower lip, and as if she had made up her mind, she said, "You, and Hermione and Draco you just mentioned, each will have ten...twenty points deducted!"

"But Professor..."

Just as Harry was about to argue, Dumbledore interrupted Harry and Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, Minerva, and Mr. Potter, you will go to the headmaster's office now."

Dumbledore turned and glanced at Snape and Quirrell.

"Let's go to the fourth floor now."

"Albus..."

As soon as Professor McGonagall began to speak, Dumbledore raised his hand and interrupted her.

"I know my limits, Minerva, and now is not the time to be calculating grades. There are students who need our help."

Dumbledore turned his gaze to Harry.

"Minerva, will you please take Mr. Potter to the Headmaster's office? Make sure Mr. Potter stays there this time until I return."

Looking at Dumbledore in front of him, both the Felicis Felix and Harry's years of adventurous experience were telling Harry that it was best to do as Dumbledore said now.

"Okay, Albus."

Professor McGonagall walked up to Harry, as if she was worried that Harry would suddenly run away, she reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, then dragged Harry to the second floor.

Harry did not resist being dragged by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall, who was trying to drag him forward, simply put the long sword in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, back into the scabbard at his waist.

Before Harry set foot on the stairs, Harry saw Dumbledore turn and look behind him at Quirrell, Snape, and Flitwick.

"Let's go together."

The next second, a big red bird flew from the window into the corridor in front of the hall. It stretched out its claws and grabbed Dumbledore, followed by a flash of fire.

Dumbledore, the big red bird, Professor Snape and others disappeared.

Harry looked curiously at the place where Dumbledore and others disappeared, then turned back to look at Professor McGonagall who was pulling him forward.

If it was in the Transfiguration class, Harry would look at Professor McGonagall with this look.

Professor McGonagall would come over and ask Harry if there was anything he didn't understand.

However, Professor McGonagall now had a sullen face and obviously did not want to talk to Harry.

Harry, who noticed that Professor McGonagall was in a bad mood, did not ask her what the big red bird was.

Instead, he hummed the Eltoril tune that Kalak used to sing when she was maintaining her axe.

In the past, after every exciting battle, Kalak would hum these Eltoril tunes while maintaining his weapons in the camp.

Although it is not time to maintain the weapons yet, Fulingji feels that it is not important whether the weapons are maintained or not. What is important is that the battle will be incomplete if a little tune is not hummed after the battle.

It's like evil thoughts like to dance on the enemy's corpses after a battle.

As a man who had received complete paladin training, the tune he hummed could not be said to be tone-deaf, but it could only be said to be lingering in the ears.

Finally, when the two of them reached the fourth floor, Professor McGonagall seemed unable to bear the fact that Harry was humming a little tune as if nothing had happened along the way.

Professor McGonagall turned her head with a sullen look on her face and looked at Harry with an expression more serious than anything Harry had ever seen on anyone's face before.

"Potter! Don't you realize the seriousness of this matter?! You may be expelled."

Looking at Professor McGonagall with a serious expression, Harry smiled.

"So Professor, what is the reason Hogwarts is going to use to expel me? For saving almost the entire school in the Great Hall, or for killing the basilisk?"

Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just. If Hogwarts wants to expel me for this, it is not that I am not worthy of Hogwarts, but that Hogwarts is not worthy of me."

"Potter!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, whose face said, "I have no regrets in my life."

He lowered his head and sighed.

"Although I don't know what you have done, you have violated at least a hundred school rules along the way. If I were you, I would not talk to the principal like this later."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Harry smiled and shook his head.

"Professor, I've calculated that I've only violated five school rules along the way. If I refer to the precedents in "A History of Hogwarts," I shouldn't be expelled."

At this point Harry seemed to suddenly think of something.

"But if Professor Dumbledore is punishing me based on 'A History of Hogwarts', then even if I can get ten points in every class, Gryffindor will not win the house cup this year. I'm sorry, professor."

Hearing what Harry said, Professor McGonagall turned her head away and ignored Harry.

Although Professor McGonagall's face did not become worse, judging from the fact that Professor McGonagall began to grind her teeth unconsciously, Harry suspected that this was because Professor McGonagall's face had no room to get any darker.

I came to the principal's office, in front of the ugly gargoyle.

Professor McGonagall said "Lemon Sherbet" in a voice that was almost overflowing with resentment.

The statue jumped to the side, revealing a spiral staircase hidden behind it.

Walking up the spiral staircase and pushing open the door of the principal's office, Harry walked into the principal's office again.

The furnishings in the headmaster's office seemed no different from the last time Harry was there.

However, as soon as Harry walked into the headmaster's office last time, Black wanted to rush up and give Harry a hug.

After that, Harry didn't have time to study the layout of the headmaster's office, so everything here was quite new to Harry, especially the moving portraits on the entire wall.

Harry recognized several of the former headmasters of Hogwarts from the portraits.

It is the instinct of a seasoned adventurer to remember the appearances of those senior masters.

"Potter, don't touch anything."

Seeing Harry looking at the furnishings in the headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall spoke as if she was worried that Harry would blow up the headmaster's office.

"Don't worry, Professor. I know the rules. I can only look, not touch."

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to say something else, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore and Hermione appeared in the headmaster's office with Draco and Ron.

It seemed that he discovered that in addition to Hermione and Draco, there was another Ron.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's face was darker than black.

"Thank you, Minerva. Is it convenient for me to talk to these students alone now?"

61 Understand what is called (♂) love

When Professor McGonagall walked out of the headmaster's office, her heavy steps made Harry feel that the person facing the risk of expulsion was not himself but Professor McGonagall.

"All sit down."

After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore pointed to the sofa in the Headmaster's office.

Then he walked to the chest of drawers beside him.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, double milk, no sugar."

After hearing Dumbledore's question, Harry answered without hesitation.

"Well... this is too much trouble, so Mr. Potter, let's just have tea."

Dumbledore came over with a tray with a teapot and teacups, as well as a plate of lemon snowballs stuck together. He placed the tray and the plate of lemon snowballs on the coffee table between himself and Harry and the others.

Using a teapot that looked familiar to Harry, he poured hot tea into a teacup that looked equally familiar to Harry.

Dumbledore picked up a teacup, blew on it and took a sip of the tea before putting it down and looking at Harry and the others.

"Okay, now you can start explaining why you are not in the auditorium with the other students."

Looking at Dumbledore who was sitting in front of him with a cup of tea in his hand.

Harry felt that the expression on Dumbledore's face was not like that of a headmaster waiting for a student to explain why he had violated school rules. Instead, he looked more like an audience member, waiting to see what the comedian on stage could do for him. It was an expression of "you make it up, I'm listening".

So Harry reached out and picked up a cup of black tea from the tray, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

Harry took a sip and found that Dumbledore's black tea still did not contain milk or sugar. He only tasted the flavor of the tea leaves themselves.

If Aunt Petunia had drunk this tea in the café, she would have screamed for the manager to come over and see what kind of tea they were making.

Putting down the teacup in his hand and looking into Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses, Harry suddenly had a crazy idea in his mind.

So without any hesitation, Harry said to Dumbledore.

"Actually, we sneaked out because of Ron. You know, the poor boy recently lost his mouse, and Ron was so sad because of the loss of the mouse, so he needed the comfort of his teddy bear."

Hearing Harry's words, Ron, who was sitting on the sofa, widened his eyes and looked at Harry beside him.

My mouth opened unconsciously to the point where a whole pear could fit in.

Ron felt that he had heard these words somewhere not long ago.

It’s fine that Draco put the blame on himself, but why are you, Harry, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, putting the blame on me too?

And you actually use this excuse. It's fine that Draco doesn't know about Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black, but don't you, Harry, know what exactly happened?