Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"I don't know. I heard he went to get something."

Draco had just shrugged when he was pulled aside by the senior student.

Seeing Draco hanging out with that familiar-looking senior, Harry's eyes twitched unconsciously.

However, as a veteran party player, Harry knew exactly what to do in this situation.

So Harry jumped onto a nearby table amid the Gryffindors' shouts of "Harry! Harry! Harry!"

He raised his fists in the French military salute and shouted "GRANFENDO!!!"

When the other Gryffindors also began to shout "Gryffindor!", Harry had already folded his arms across his chest, half-crouched on the table and began to dance the Soldier Dance, which was jokingly called the Knee Destruction Dance.

It was obvious that Harry, who was dancing on the table, had successfully boosted the mood in the common room.

Although there were no passionate speeches, everyone started dancing with their arms around the people around them, or continued to eat heartily, or tried to do two things at the same time.

Then, together with the Weasley twins, Hermione returned to the common room with butterbeer and firewhisky, and used these drinks to bring the atmosphere of the celebration party to a climax.

But when the party was over, Harry, who was in dishevel, and Draco, who had some strange textile on his head, returned to the dormitory carrying Ron, who had no idea what had happened at the celebration party and whose entire body could not move except for his eyes.

They found that their dormitory had been ransacked by someone and all their belongings were roughly thrown on the ground.

Even Harry's cans of protein powder were not spared. They were roughly opened and thrown on the ground, and the white protein powder spilled all over the floor.

063 Draco is responsible

When the dim light of dawn shone on Harry through the window the next day, Harry, who had repented all night, still couldn't calm down.

Although Harry suffered almost no loss except for losing more than half of his protein powder.

But Draco suffered heavy losses, as most of the medicines stored in his box, which was as big as a small basement, disappeared.

In addition to the potion reserves, Draco's weapons reserves were also looted.

There was only a lonely dagger left in the box, as if symbolizing the unknown thief's code of conduct.

You can rob the target, but you must at least leave the target with the last bit of property.

This is the last bit of conscience of the high-level wanderer.

If this had happened in the past, Harry would have simply gone to the local Thieves' Guild with his greatsword and kicked down the door, demanding an explanation.

After all, anyone who can do something like this can be seen as a professional at first glance.

Professionals should use professional methods to solve problems, so just kick down the door of the Thieves Guild and then give them an offer they can't refuse.

All problems can be solved easily.

Except this is Hogwarts, there's no Thieves Guild here.

So Harry and Draco could only use their years of adventuring experience to try to find clues about the thief from clues.

While looking for clues, Harry looked at the two long swords hanging on Draco's waist and did not forget to complain about what Draco's silver sword was.

How come I stabbed the basilisk on the head with my sword? The basilisk was fine, but the sword was destroyed first.

Hearing Harry's complaints, Draco could only explain that when he wrote to his mother asking for a silver sword, he actually wanted a silver-plated steel sword.

But he had never expected that his mother would understand the meaning of the silver sword from it and get him a long sword made of pure silver.

Everyone's original intention was good, but it was misunderstood.

The blame lay with Draco himself, not his mother.

Hearing Draco's words, a trace of envy flashed across Harry's eyes.

The two continued to search for traces left by the criminal in the dormitory.

However, the prisoner was extremely cunning, even a seasoned witcher like Draco could not stand up to the temptations of a paladin like Harry who would battle wits and courage with profiteers whenever he had the chance.

No trace of the criminal was found.

In the end, it was Harry who, relying on his long experience of dealing with unscrupulous businessmen, discovered a footprint on the dormitory window.

Harry and Draco then relied on their rich experience to confirm from the footprint that the target person was about 1.9 meters tall and weighed 200 kilograms.

Although he may be a little fat, his body is very flexible.

After climbing out of the window, Harry and Draco found some potions and weapons that the prisoner had left on the roof on the beams of the tower.

The traces left by the criminal also completely disappeared on the roof. If nothing unexpected happened, the criminal should have used a flying device such as a broom to leave here, leaving the clues completely cut off on the roof.

The clues were not completely cut off, at least now Harry and Draco knew the criminal's size.

But the bad thing was that Draco didn't even know which potions the thieves had stolen.

for besides the part which was recovered, the prisoner also broke up those potions which he had not been able to carry away.

All I can say is that the only good news in this theft was that the potion that flowed out of the bottle that the thief deliberately broke did not produce any toxic gas after being mixed together.

Nor does it become a highly corrosive or unstable compound.

It just turned into a pool of mud that shone with colorful black.

After Harry threw a small piece of broken glass into it, the mud gave off a smell as if someone had eaten rotten eggs, been beaten to death on the spot, and the body had been soaking in a stinking ditch for 49 days, mixed with canned herrings that had been crushed and exposed to the sun.

Even the experienced Harry and Draco could hardly hold back under the impact of this smell and contributed some more "fragrance" of chyme to the mud.

For the average person, cleaning this stuff is a nightmare within a nightmare.

Fortunately, neither Draco nor Harry are ordinary people.

They were two wizards, and not even ordinary wizards, but two wealthy wizards.

After exchanging glances in the stench, Harry and Draco began to clean the dormitory, with one person throwing things that had lost their value into the box while the other pinched his nose and madly used the "whirlwind sweep" method.

Harry was very unhappy about the feeling of having his house searched and having to spend most of the night cleaning up his dormitory after returning from an adventure.

Harry swore quietly as he threw Ron onto the bed, drew his sword and headed for the familiar window.

One day, after I catch the thief, I will definitely make a hole in his body to justify all my hard work tonight.

Since most of the night was spent cleaning the dormitory, Harry didn't have much time to confess.

Fortunately, Harry's confession time was much shorter than the standard procedure.

But Harry had already made amends before his night of confession.

So now the power of light and the oath of revenge in Harry's body have settled down again, and no longer give Harry the terrible feeling that his body might be hollowed out.

However, what really affected Harry's mentality was not that his lair was raided or that he hadn't slept all night.

Harry had faced far worse situations in past adventures.

What really made Harry unable to calm down was when it reached the second half of the night.

The whole of Hogwarts fell into silence, even Peeves and Filch fell asleep.

The effects of the fomentin began to wear off.

Feeling the effects of Felix Felicis gradually wearing off, Harry understood exactly why Draco had said that Felix Felicis was a dangerous potion.

It feels like you are the supreme king one second and become a beggar on the street who no one cares about you the next second.

One of the most painful things in this world is loss.

When the effect of the Felicis Felicis wore off, Harry even had the urge to find the Felicis Felicis immediately and take another sip to make himself omnipotent again.

But relying on Harry's strong will as a paladin, he was wearing strong armor and had a heart of steel.

Harry managed to survive the moment when the Felicis wore off and he felt like the world had abandoned him.

When Draco got up to prepare for morning exercise and saw Harry who had stayed up all night again, Draco suggested that Harry give up today's training and have a good sleep in bed.

But as a self-disciplined person, Harry’s main point is: I can die, but rules and oaths are more important than anything else.

We self-disciplined people must be extremely self-disciplined.

Although he was not in a good condition, Harry still lifted Ron's quilt.

A new day at Hogwarts began with the roar of "Ron! Get up and exercise!"

Dragging Ron out of the dormitory, Hermione, wearing sportswear, was already waiting in the common room.

I don't know why, but Hermione seems to be in a particularly good mood today.

But Hermione's good mood only lasted until they arrived at the gate of Hogwarts.

When she found that there was no one in front of the Hogwarts gate, the smile on Hermione's face gradually froze.

Then it quickly turned into an expression that made Harry feel that something was wrong.

Although he didn't know who had offended Hermione, Harry believed that the guy was definitely in trouble this time.

What follows is what happens every ordinary morning.

The four of them ran around Hogwarts, using lightning or wooden sticks to urge Ron, who could fall to the ground and sleep at any time, to move.

Use your own training methods to hone your muscles, pay attention to Ron's movements, and prevent him from hurting himself at any time due to the wrong methods.

The short and exciting combat training, using the dirtiest routines, let Ron understand what combat is.

Just when Harry and Draco, as usual, carried Ron, who was trembling and basically unable to move, into the hall.

Harry noticed the difference between now and the past.

When I walked into the auditorium, the hall, which was originally buzzing with noise, became quiet again.

Then, Harry felt that all eyes in the hall were focused on him.

Of course, not everyone was staring at Harry in silence. The Gryffindor table was much more normal than the other three tables.

But this wasn't the first time Harry had experienced this.

In his past adventures, Harry also helped a group of simple villagers resolve the threat of the goblin tribe and the exploitation of profiteers.

Those villagers even stuffed the most beautiful girls in the village into their rooms in the middle of the night just to keep them as the village chief.

Harry, who was still very young at the time, was completely at a loss when faced with this situation.

He raised his hand and cast a human immobilization spell, freezing the girl who was about to untie the bed sheet in place.

He put on his backpack, opened the window and ran away overnight.

After experiencing that shocking night, Harry was much calmer when facing this situation.