Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Mr. Potter, I admit that I am impressed by your performance before the start of the school term."

Harry smiled slightly.

"But being too obsessed with revenge will only drag you into the abyss. I have seen the noblest knights become half-human, half-ghost monsters because of their obsession with revenge..."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Harry's expression began to resemble the expression on Professor McGonagall's face before.

"Principal, are you trying to persuade me to give up revenge?"

"Do not."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I'm not trying to persuade you to give up revenge. I'm trying to tell you that the difference between us and those dark wizards and monsters is that we know what (♀) love is."

"Seeking revenge blindly and forgetting what is truly important will only make us lose more."

There was a hint of fatigue in Dumbledore's eyes.

Harry had seen this look many times in the eyes of paladins who had nothing but their oaths. It was the look of a person who had seen too much and lost too much and had become numb to life, but still had a glimmer of hope deep in his heart.

"Obviously, you are not ordinary little wizards. I will no longer use the rules to protect those little wizards to restrict you. I only hope that you can work with me to protect the safety of Hogwarts. After all, this place carries too many things and there are too many innocent people."

Dumbledore looked at Harry.

"Can I trust you, Harry, or can you take this as a commission?"

Hearing the topic return to familiar territory, Harry did not rush to nod.

Instead, he asked Dumbledore a question.

"If it's a commission, then what will I get paid?"

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, the kind of smile that would appear on someone's face when they reminisced about the past, and Harry couldn't help but laugh along with Dumbledore.

"So what do you want, Harry? A position at Hogwarts? Or a job as an Auror? Or a large sum of gold?"

Harry shook his head.

"I don't need these. I want to know whether you, as the greatest wizard and Voldemort's old rival, know how to kill Voldemort completely."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I only have some guesses about this issue right now. If you are willing to trust me, I will inform you as soon as there is any progress on this matter."

After saying that, Dumbledore extended his right hand to Harry.

"I think this should mean that you are willing to accept this commission."

Harry reached out and took Dumbledore's right hand.

"Yes, I accept the commission."

"And I believe that even gods will fall one day. Nothing in the world is immortal. If you don't know how to defeat Voldemort, then I will do it myself. Wherever I go, I will leave traces. Sooner or later, I will find his tail. By then..."

Harry stopped hammering the hilt with his left hand and gripped the weight on the end of the hilt, looking at Dumbledore and saying.

"I will bring him to justice and vengeance."

062 Dumbledore can't make tea

Letting go of Dumbledore's hand, Harry sat back on the sofa.

After reaching an agreement, or receiving the commission, the atmosphere between Harry and Dumbledore became much more harmonious.

Harry was also able to ask Dumbledore the question he had wanted to ask before.

"Principal, what kind of creature is that red bird of yours?"

Harry had been very curious about this creature since he first saw the big red bird.

After all, being able to teleport at will can give one an advantage in battle.

"You mean Fawkes? She's a phoenix."

Phoenix?

Harry was stunned after hearing Dumbledore's answer.

Although this phoenix named Fox looks quite large, it should still be able to stand on its own shoulders.

In Harry's impression, the phoenix should be a super-large creature with a body size similar to that of a dragon, and he should be able to stand on the shoulders of the phoenix.

But it was something like this that Harry was beginning to get used to by now.

Harry turned around and raised the teacup in his hand and said to Fawkes who was curled up in the bird's nest.

"Here's to you, beautiful lady."

Fawkes glanced at Harry and closed his eyes again, seeming to fall asleep.

Harry finished the tea in the cup and put it back on the table.

Seeing Dumbledore pick up the teapot and was about to refill his cup, Harry quickly put his hand over the cup.

"No need, Principal. I'm really not used to your tea without milk and sugar. Do you have something more ordinary?"

Seeing Harry put his hand over the rim of the cup, Dumbledore smiled.

"It seems I still can't learn how to make tea."

Dumbledore put down the teapot in his hand, leaned back on the sofa, drew out his wand and waved it gently.

Next to the white ceramic tea sets with beautiful golden patterns on the coffee table, there was a set of transparent glass jars and cups.

In the light yellow liquid in the glass jar with water droplets still hanging on the surface, there was a slice of green lemon soaked in it.

Dumbledore poured the honey and lemon scented liquid from the jar into a glass and placed it in front of Harry.

"I once had a friend who told me that the happiest thing in the world is drinking wine and tea."

After placing the glass in front of Harry, Dumbledore poured himself another cup of plain tea.

"But I'm too old to drink alcohol, so my friend recommended tea to me."

"He is really good at making tea. All he needs is tea and water, but the taste he makes is incomparable to black tea with milk and sugar."

Dumbledore took a sip from his teacup.

"After you take a sip, what lingers in your mouth is not the smoothness of milk or the sweetness of sugar cubes, but the frost of spring, the wind of summer, the rain of autumn and the snow of winter, the harmony of yin and yang and the balance of nature."

Putting his teacup down, Dumbledore looked at Harry.

"It's a pity that I can never learn his craft."

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Harry hesitated for a moment, picked up the teapot again and poured himself a cup of black tea.

After taking a bite, Harry was sure of one thing.

Dumbledore really can't make tea.

He put down the teacup, picked up the honey water with lemon and took a sip.

The sweet honey water washed away the bitterness of the black tea. Harry felt that his tongue finally felt a little more comfortable. At the same time, Harry strongly suspected that Dumbledore's friend was a druid.

Otherwise, how can you taste the so-called natural flavor that Dumbledore talked about when you soak the leaves in water?

Watch as Harry drains the lemonade from his glass.

Dumbledore smiled and refilled his tea.

"Well, Harry, although I will no longer use the school rules that constrain ordinary students to restrain you, we still have to make three rules between us."

"No problem Headmaster, what do you want me to do?"

Harry put down his glass.

"First, in the College Cup, I will ask the professor to adopt stricter standards for you. This will be fairer to other students."

"As it should be."

Harry nodded.

"Secondly, for places like the Forbidden Forest, you need to report to me via owl one day before entering, and you must not let other students know."

"I understand that most people here are not old enough to know the difference between excitement and danger."

Harry nodded again.

"Finally, and most importantly, Harry."

At this moment, the aura of a kind old man on Dumbledore's body instantly dissipated, and was replaced by a dangerous aura unique to a veteran soldier and the most experienced battle wizard.

"I don't want you killing anyone in Hogwarts unless I give you permission or if deadly force is being used against you."

Looking at Dumbledore who suddenly became serious, Harry put his right hand on his left chest and nodded slightly to Dumbledore.

"I swear in the name of Woking that I will never use deadly force in Hogwarts unless I am threatened with death or have permission."

Seeing the golden light flashing on Harry's body, the dangerous aura on Dumbledore dissipated again, and he turned back into the aura of the old man next door who was willing to share the candy in his pocket with you.

"So, Harry, can you tell me about the Woking you believe in?"

"I met a Woking before, but there was a little unpleasantness between him and me."

When he saw Dumbledore making a dot gesture with his index finger and thumb, Harry's mind quickly estimated the wealth of a headmaster and the most powerful wizard in the world based on his superficial understanding of the British wizarding world.

In an instant, Harry's eyes turned into the shape of gold Galleons.

The outline of a plan immediately emerged in Harry's mind.

"Professor Dumbledore, have you ever heard of Gwent?"

A smile used only for business negotiations gradually appeared on Harry's face.

"Gwent? Aren't we talking about Woking?"

There was some doubt and confusion in Dumbledore's eyes as he looked at Harry.

"Professor, don't be impatient. Let me explain. Woking is a goddess who blesses business and trade, and I currently have a project blessed by the goddess that can bring some benefits to Hogwarts..."

When Harry walked out of the spiral staircase in front of the headmaster's office.

Harry's steps had never been lighter.

Although the Gwent card game has not even started yet, he has already attracted Dumbledore, the most prestigious person in the wizarding world, to be his spokesperson.

And if Gwent can really help students better understand the history of magic and become more familiar with the celebrities in the history of magic.