Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Harry, can I trust you?"

Looking at Qiu Zhang in front of him, Harry hesitated for a moment and then returned a gourd to Qiu Zhang.

Fortunately, as a paladin sworn to vengeance, Harry had a more flexible standard when it came to abiding by the law.

At the same time, as a paladin, Harry is never afraid of the test of alcohol.

After all, alcohol is poisonous, and Harry, as a paladin, happens to have a skill called "protection against toxins" that can protect himself from toxins.

This is why you can see drunk mages and drunk warlocks in the tavern, but rarely drunk priests and paladins.

Except that priests and paladins must abide by the commandments and creeds and try their best to maintain their personal image.

This is because once they feel they have drunk too much, a spell to protect against toxins can immediately sober them up.

Before tilting his head back and pouring the fire whiskey in the gourd into his mouth, Harry silently cast a spell to protect himself from poison.

This time, the burning feeling in Harry's mouth was suddenly weakened a lot.

Putting down the gourd, Harry turned his head, only to find that Qiu Zhang was looking at him with a dissatisfied expression.

"You just used magic to cheat, didn't you?"

Before Harry could explain, "How can our righteous protection from poison spells of the paladins be called cheating?"

Qiu Zhang snatched his gourd back from Harry's hand.

"That's all."

Qiu Zhang picked up the gourd and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

Seeing Qiu Zhang standing up from beside him and preparing to leave, Harry hurriedly called out to Qiu Zhang.

"Do you have to drink it?"

Qiu Zhang looked down at Harry.

"I never forced you to do anything, and you came here on your own accord, didn't you?"

Looking into Qiu Zhang's dark eyes, Harry cancelled his protection against poison spell and stood up from the roof tiles.

He reached out and snatched the gourd from Qiu Zhang's hand, then tilted his head back and gulped down several gulps of the fire whiskey.

When Harry put down the gourd again, he felt as if there was a fire burning in his stomach and he couldn't stop sweating.

At the same time, my head felt dizzy as if someone had just hit me with a stick.

"Okay! Hiccup~er~"

After a loud burp, Harry glared at Qiu Zhang in front of him. Both the expression on his face and his eyes revealed deep dissatisfaction.

"Now, I should show enough sincerity. If I want your forgiveness and make compensation to you, what do you want me to do?"

Looking at Harry with a blushing face in front of him, Qiu Zhang showed a smile on his face.

"Wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier? Isn't it tiring to wear a mask all the time?"

Qiu Zhang raised the gourd and took a sip himself, then looked at Harry.

"If you want me to forgive you, it's very simple. We just need to play a little game."

Qiu Zhang walked back to the eaves and sat down. He patted the eaves beside him and motioned Harry to come over and sit down.

When Harry sat down next to Qiu Zhang with the gourd, Qiu Zhang put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

Her eyes, as deep as lake water, sparkled with a dark luster, and she looked at Harry with a cynical smile on her face.

"This game is called, I have a question. From now on, we take turns asking each other a question. If you don't want to answer the question, just take a sip of wine. How about that? It's simple, right?"

Harry didn't expect Qiu Zhang to make such a request.

After thinking about it briefly, Harry felt that this game would neither hurt others nor violate his oath, so it didn't seem like a big deal.

Anyway, as a holy knight, I am upright and there is nothing shameful about it.

"Hiccup!"

As the alcohol started to take over him, Harry burped and nodded.

"First question then."

Qiu Zhang put his head close to Harry's ear, and his breath blew on Harry's neck, making Harry feel a little itchy.

"do I look good?"

Just like before, Harry didn't expect Qiu Zhang to ask this kind of question.

After a moment's pause, Harry nodded.

"nice."

"Ha~"

After a light laugh, Qiu Zhang patted Harry's arm with his right hand which was on Harry's shoulder.

"Okay, it's your turn to ask questions."

068 Yo~ The boy has a good figure

Harry never understood why some people were so keen on alcohol.

In the past, one of the main reasons adventurers carried alcohol on their adventures was because alcohol could be preserved much longer than water.

No one wants to be on an adventure, after a thrilling battle, and then finally find a place to sit down and rest.

I took out the kettle and smelled it, and found that the water in it had become smelly.

Of course, in addition to drinking, some special spirits can also act as combustion aids and are used to clean wounds.

Therefore, for adventurers, wine is an absolute must-have item for home and travel.

But even as a seasoned adventurer, Harry had never drunk such a huge amount of alcohol in such a short time.

At first, Harry felt that everything was under his control.

After all, according to Harry's experience, even the dwarves would not be able to withstand such a strong fire whiskey.

Qiu Zhang probably won't be able to ask many questions, as this completely unexpected negotiation tonight should be over soon.

Then Harry discovered that things were not at all what he thought.

Qiu Zhang put his right hand on Harry's left shoulder, held the gourd in his left hand and began to exchange questions with Harry.

"You asked me here tonight just to drink with me?"

After Qiu Zhang picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine, he tilted his head and looked at Harry, his eyes full of guessing, like he was looking at a picture and talking.

You said she didn't ask you to drink, but she was actually drinking with you. You said she asked you to drink, but she took another sip of wine while answering the question.

"What do you think of Hogwarts?"

"It's good, but security needs to be improved."

"Why did you ask me to come here at this time?"

"Look up, how beautiful the starry sky is~"

"Did you really kill the basilisk?"

"Yes, I killed it. The basilisk's eyes were very threatening, and I just happened to..."

Before the dizzy Harry could repeat how he cleverly used a can of Muggle-made pepper spray to destroy the basilisk's eyes, Qiu Zhang put the wine gourd into Harry's mouth and washed down all the words Harry hadn't said yet with a gulp of fire whiskey.

"Ahem! Why did you suddenly force me to drink?!"

"Because I don't want to hear the details."

Qiu Zhang picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

"You've been somewhere in your sleep before, right?"

Harry nodded.

"The same to you?"

Qiu Zhang also nodded.

"Then... did you experience any interesting things in that world?"

Harry nodded and noticed that Qiu Zhang was still staring at him.

"Details, details? Don't be so stingy."

Qiu Zhang's right hand slapped Harry's chest muscles, making a "bang! bang!" sound.

"Hey~ You have a good figure, young man. Be more generous. Be more generous. I want to hear the details."

After patting Harry's firm chest muscles a few times, Qiu Zhang raised his head and took a sip of wine, as if he was going to drink it down with Harry's story.

"But...hiccup~you didn't tell me the details~hiccup..."

"Now I'm asking the questions, you speak first."

As he spoke, Qiu Zhang stuffed the wine gourd in his hand into Harry's mouth.

"Come on, moisten your throat, and then you can start talking..."

Harry didn't feel the throat moistening, but the burning sensation of the firewhiskey, like liquid flame, was becoming more and more severe.

The most drunk Harry had ever been was the night before he was to be sworn in as a paladin.

That night, the Knight Commander booked a tavern and brought all the trainees who were about to become paladins there, telling them that this was their last chance to party before becoming paladins.

After becoming a paladin, this kind of revelry will no longer be suitable for them.

Harry still couldn't remember what happened that night. In some fragmented memory fragments, the trainees seemed to hold wine glasses together and try to force the Knight Commander to drink.

And why when he woke up at noon the next day, he found himself in a wine barrel with a tavern maid's headdress on his head.

After climbing out of the wine barrel, Harry felt as if his brain had shrunk a lot overnight. Now, whenever he moved, he could feel his brain colliding in his skull, and his mouth was filled with the stench of alcohol when he breathed.

The whole person felt as uncomfortable as a live fish hanging on the window, waiting for the sun to turn it into a salted fish.

Harry never got drunk again after that.