Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

He no longer jumped out of the window to escape, but wrapped the bed sheet back for the girl and asked the village chief what special products the village had. He happened to have a channel through which they could make money together.

After all, as a paladin of Woking, you have to exorcise demons and monsters, and make money at the same time, so that you can become a complete paladin.

Now, people were just watching. There was no witch wrapped in a bed sheet rushing up to ask for a fusion, nor any old man or woman holding a wooden stick or a laurel wreath rushing up to commit fraud.

Harry naturally carried the limp Ron to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

The four of them began to clear the breakfast on the Gryffindor table according to their respective eating habits.

Although Harry and Draco are both big eaters in their respective fields, when Ron picked up the plate.

Once again, Harry saw what it meant to eat with revenge.

Even if it was an ogre eating dry food, it would be nothing special in Harry's eyes.

Harry felt that Ron would become a very good fighter in time.

If he is self-disciplined enough and can change his habit of staying in bed late.

While Harry was eating, today's owl delivery entered the Hogwarts Hall again.

Soon, an owl that looked familiar to Harry flew in front of him and placed a package in front of him.

Remembering that this was the owl that had asked him for bacon yesterday, Harry skillfully took the bacon from his plate and handed it to the messenger.

"Hold on for a second, I might need to reply to a text."

Harry whispered as the owl took a bite of the bacon.

"Cuckoo!"

The owl holding the bacon hooted twice and then stayed on the long table without moving.

Harry took his knife and cut the string around the package.

Opening the package, Harry saw a letter and a stack of parchment.

However, judging from the edges of the parchment and the page numbers, these parchments were probably torn from a book.

Harry opened the envelope first.

A familiar handwriting came into view, only this time the writer's mental state seemed to be much more stable.

'Hi Harry, thanks very much for your reply.'

"I don't know much about shapeshifters. Are you talking about boggarts?"

'It's a kind of monster that hides in places like old closets and dark sewers.'

'This monster can read people's fear and feed on it.'

'So, when someone passes by where they live, these Boggarts will transform into the thing that person fears the most and come out to reap fear.'

'This should be what we will learn in the third year of Defense Against the Dark Arts.'

'If you get into any trouble at Hogwarts, you can always come to me for help.'

'Enclosed is the relevant information about Boggart, I hope it can be of help to you.'

'Looking forward to your next letter.'

'Love, Sirius Black'

After reading Sirius's reply, Harry glanced through the information about Boggarts that Sirius had sent.

It was discovered that when wizards here face Boggarts, they will use a 'funny' spell to repel the Boggarts that try to intimidate them.

Harry felt that this was somewhat unnecessary.

After all, when you know you're dealing with a Boggart, the creature is hardly a threat anymore.

The spell "Funny Funny" can't be said to be useless, but it can only be said to be a dead end.

If a person is afraid of spiders, and he happens to encounter a huge spider in the sewer, but he thinks that the spider is a Boggart, Harry dare not imagine what will happen next.

So it’s better to use the Holy Slash. No matter what happens, don’t be afraid. Just swing the giant sword and use the Holy Slash to blow him up.

Putting aside the idea of ​​using the Holy Slash to destroy everything, Harry borrowed a quill and a piece of parchment from a classmate at the Gryffindor table who was carrying a schoolbag and looked like he was going to the library to do homework.

Started writing back to Sirius quickly.

'Thank you for your information, it is very inspiring to me.'

'Although Hogwarts has been a bit uneasy lately, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.'

'How have you been since leaving Azkaban? Are you adjusting to life outside of prison?'

"I know a lot of people who, after being in prison for a long time, find it hard to get used to leaving prison. I don't know if it's the same for you."

'If you have similar problems, I suggest you find a simple job, or just sit in a bar and chat with others.'

'But please don't be impulsive and send yourself back to prison.'

"Hagrid, you mentioned before. I think I saw him before when I was enrolled."

'But since I've been in detention all week, I need to use this weekend to finish my homework.'

'If nothing goes wrong, I will visit him next weekend.'

'Harry Potter'

After finishing the letter, Harry folded it and handed it to the owl that was waiting for his letter.

"Cuckoo!"

"and many more."

The owl grabbed the letter in its talons, spread its wings, and was about to fly away when Harry called out to the owl.

"Goo?"

The owl tilted its head and looked at Harry, seemingly not understanding why this man suddenly called out to it.

Harry took a sausage from the plate beside him.

"A little tip."

"Cuckoo!"

After handing the sausage to the owl, Harry returned to his breakfast.

I have to say that the dietary standards at Hogwarts are really high.

Although the dishes are repeated a lot, the food is fresh and filling.

Harry felt that if he asked for more in this situation, it would be somewhat ungrateful.

Crabbe and Goyle finally arrived when they were halfway through breakfast.

As usual, Crabbe and Goyle, who were expelled from Slytherin by Neville, were not able to sit at the Slytherin table.

I can only come to the Gryffindor table to get food.

At this time, Harry finally understood why Hermione was angry before.

Crabbe and Goyle had just sat down when Harry heard Hermione speak in a way that didn't sound angry.

But anyone with a little common sense would know that at this time, she was speaking to Crabbe and Goyle in a tone that was almost angry enough to explode.

"Did you two sleep well last night?"

"Slept well."

Crabbe yawned, then grabbed a plate and reached out to put food on his own plate.

Goyle scratched his head, then smiled foolishly and passed a plate over, also preparing to start a new day at Hogwarts with breakfast.

Completely oblivious to the threat in Hermione's light tone.

"Really? That's good."

Harry and Draco, who were sitting nearby, exchanged quick glances.

'Do you care?'

'It's up to you to take care of it.'

'I don't care.'

"I don't care."

The two men gave up interfering and silently moved their butts, slightly increasing the distance between themselves and Crabbe and Goyle to avoid being struck by lightning for being too close.

Ron, who was pushed away by Draco, looked at Draco with confusion.

Use a 'you're squeezing me! ' expression to express your displeasure to Draco.

After Draco gave Ron a look and realized that Ron couldn't understand it, he gave up communicating with Ron and started to deal with the haggis on his plate.

Just as Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting nearby, were about to touch the food on the plates in front of them, a golden lightning bolt struck their hands.

"pain!"

Crabbe and Goyle, suddenly struck by an electric shock, quickly withdrew their hands from the plates.

It's like after washing your hands, there is neither towel nor paper, and you just shake your hands like crazy.

It seems that shaking my hands like this can get rid of the pain.

"Since you have chosen to sleep, you don't have to eat breakfast."

064 How come you are so skilled? !

Crabbe and Goyle, who were not allowed to have breakfast, looked as aggrieved as two 200-pound children.

Although these two big guys look like their brains are not fully developed and their cerebellums are not fully developed, they speak and do things based on instinct rather than brains.

But it is precisely this kind of beastly existence that usually has a keen intuition and knows who they can provoke and who they cannot afford to provoke.

So when Hermione scolded them, Crabbe and Goyle looked at Draco with pitiful eyes.

Even Ron, who had been unable to join the team channel, understood the message revealed in his eyes.

'Brother! She won't let us eat! Help her, brother!'

Seeing the looks in Crabbe and Goyle's eyes, Draco was in a dilemma.