Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Just as Ron was shocked that Harry used such a poor excuse to put the blame on himself.

Draco on the side also spoke.

"Yes, Ron doesn't feel safe if he doesn't hold his teddy bear when he's resting, so we went to get his teddy bear back for him."

After hearing Draco's words, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Ron.

"Mr. Weasley, is that so? You left the Great Hall to get you a teddy bear."

Ron swallowed hard under Dumbledore's gaze.

Ron had been through a lot of outrageous things in the past five years, from being knocked unconscious by a giant wizard chess piece to being tied up by the tentacles of a giant brain in the Ministry of Magic.

But if I tell the principal a lie, I know he will definitely see through it.

Ron had never done anything like this before.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, two little men popped up in Ron's mind.

One of the villains said to Ron, "Harry and Draco will definitely be expelled for doing this. Don't learn from them. Be a good boy, tell the truth to Dumbledore, and then beg for mercy from the headmaster. That's what a smart person should do."

Another villain said to Ron 'Fuck it! This isn't the first time you've been nearly expelled, and Harry is your friend! That's enough!'

Looking into Dumbledore's blue eyes, Ron took a deep breath and said to Dumbledore.

"Yes, Principal. They left the hall to help me get my teddy bear."

Ron regretted it the moment he said this.

He wanted to pull the words he had just said out of Dumbledore's ears, put them into his mouth, chew them up, swallow them, and never say these words again in his life.

'We'll be expelled!'

A little person in Ron's head screamed at Ron.

Dumbledore nodded to Ron.

"I understand Mr. Weasley. In light of your actions, I have decided..."

While Dumbledore was speaking, the little man in Ron's head began to scream hysterically, "If I get expelled, my mother will kill me. This is much more serious than the time I hit the Whomping Willow with my car!"

"Then for your friendship, each of you will get ten points."

Ron's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

At this moment, Ron couldn't believe his ears.

Although in the past first school year, he had won extra points for playing the most exciting game of chess in Hogwarts in recent years.

But Ron never expected that he could get extra points because of "friendship".

Even after going through so much, Ron still had the thought, "What the hell, is this even possible?"

Just when Ron thought that this matter was over.

Dumbledore picked up his teacup again.

"Now give me a new reason, preferably one as convincing as the one just now."

Ron's heart sank when he heard Dumbledore's words.

Harry, who was sitting next to him, had a smile on his face.

"Headmaster, do you remember the last time I was here, I told you that there might be something wrong with Quirrell?"

"I remember, Mr. Potter, but Professor Quirrell has been with Professor Snape this time, and just now on the fourth floor, he helped Draco block a curse, and is now resting in the school hospital."

Dumbledore looked at Harry calmly.

"I didn't notify all the professors and deans until ten minutes before I was ready to deal with the basilisk. From this point of view, you can rule out suspicion of Quirrell."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster. I don't agree with you. The black-robed people we met this time all changed into another face after death, and we encountered a shapeshifter in school just this week."

Harry's left hand grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"And I'm very curious, Mr. Principal. As the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, how could you allow a basilisk to roam around in the school and almost break into the forbidden area with those black-robed men? Can you give me an explanation?"

Harry paused here, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Of course, according to school rules, you have the right not to answer questions and deduct Gryffindor house points, so if my questions offend you, you can first deduct some house points as punishment for me."

Looking at Harry, Dumbledore smiled, took a sip of tea, and shook his head.

"I won't deduct points from Gryffindor for this, Harry. In fact, I have already rescinded the points deduction that Professor McGonagall had imposed on you. If you hadn't arrived in front of the Great Hall in time, Hogwarts would have suffered the greatest loss since its founding."

At this point, Dumbledore leaned over and took out a sticky mass of lemon snowball from the plate and threw it into his mouth.

After chewing it casually and swallowing the candy, he continued to speak to Harry.

"If this incident hadn't given you so many extra points that it would have inspired other students to follow suit, I could have given each of you a hundred extra points. But now you can all get a special contribution award."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, the expressions on Harry and the other two, except Ron, remained calm.

It was as if what Dumbledore had just said was not to award them the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, but to give each of them a lemon snowman.

"As for why I failed to stop the basilisk, it was because I encountered some more difficult opponents. Although school has only been open for a week, I believe you have all read the textbook on the history of magic and know the names of Granny Yaga and Albert Tohill, right? Besides them, there is also..."

Dumbledore paused here and did not say the name.

"Even with the help of Snape and Quirrell, we still had a hard time dealing with these historically powerful duelists, especially since they were almost impossible to kill with magic."

"So I'm very curious about how you guys dealt with these almost immortal black-robed men."

Harry looked at Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa and obviously didn't want to talk now.

"The power of light. I used the power of light."

"The power of light?"

Dumbledore looked at Hermione who was silent beside him, and without asking any more questions, he drank the tea in the cup in one breath.

After pouring himself another glass, he looked at Harry and the others.

"Before the end of the term, your medals for your special contributions to Hogwarts will be placed in the trophy display room, and I will exempt you from the rest of your detention for this term. You may leave now."

Ron, who had been in trouble in the past, was still surprised to hear what Dumbledore said.

This was the first time Ron had heard that detention could be waived.

While Ron was still surprised, Draco and Hermione, who were sitting next to Ron, stood up and prepared to leave the headmaster's office.

"Potter, please stay for a moment. I have some questions for you."

As soon as Draco and Hermione stood up, Dumbledore looked at Harry who was sitting motionless on the sofa and said.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ron turned his head and looked at Harry with some worry.

"See you later, guys."

Harry turned his head to look at Ron, Draco and Hermione, then continued to try his luck with the teacup in his hand.

Seeing that Harry also gestured for him to leave, Ron stood up from the sofa and followed Draco out of the headmaster's office.

As the door of the principal's office was closed with a "bang!"

Dumbledore put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Harry in front of him.

"Strength and honor! Rokta~Hosa!"

I heard Dumbledore start talking incomprehensibly, just like at the start-of-term dinner.

Several question marks popped up in Harry's head.

"Principal, what are you talking about?"

Looking at the confused Harry in front of him, a question mark popped up in Dumbledore's head.

"You're not a tribal?"

"What is a tribe?"

Looking at each other, Harry and Dumbledore seemed to understand something.

"It seems that things are far more complicated than I originally expected."

"Yes, this is all a bit too complicated, so Mr. Principal, what do you think about what I said before about Quirrell?"

Harry put down his teacup and looked at Dumbledore.

"Quirrell has been with Snape all along, and he did risk his own life to save Mr. Malfoy this time."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses when Harry brought up the subject of Quirrell again.

"Mr. Potter, aren't you surprised why I gave you extra points and left you alone?"

"I'm not surprised. I've encountered this kind of thing many times."

Harry picked up two pieces of lemon snowballs stuck together from the plate on the coffee table and said to Dumbledore while trying hard to break the lemon snowballs apart.

"The mysterious man, or Voldemort, is your trouble, but for some reason, you can't completely get rid of him, and I..."

Harry broke the lemon snowball into pieces, threw one into his mouth, and spoke to Dumbledore while chewing it.

"Someone who escaped murder by Voldemort as a baby is your best bet."

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore smiled without any hint of a smile.

"Mr. Potter, you seem a little too obsessed with revenge. This reminds me of some bad things."

"He killed my parents. What do you think I should think?"

Harry rested his left hand on the counterweight of the longsword, his fingers tapping briskly on the hilt.

"I want to practice holy revenge and try every possible means to find an opportunity to chop off Voldemort's head. There should be no controversy about this."

Harry clenched his right fist and pointed at himself with a thumbs up.

"Headmaster, I think there can be less testing and more sincerity between us. After all, you want to kill Voldemort. Coincidentally, I also want to kill Voldemort."

Harry leaned forward and looked Dumbledore in the eyes.

"At the beginning of the term, you put me in detention with Hermione and Draco, wasn't it just to put us together as a team so that we can start adventures? I've experienced this many times, so this time can we skip the process and get straight to the point?"

"Now these mysterious black-robed men have also invaded your castle. It was me who foiled their plot, at least part of it, and killed the basilisk, so at least tell me for the sake of that basilisk, what exactly is your plan now."

After hearing what Harry said, Dumbledore picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea. Then he looked at Harry and said while holding the tea.