Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

But now, Harry felt that he was not far from being drunk again.

Because this time, what Harry felt when he breathed was not even the stench of alcohol emanating from his stomach after drinking the short film, but the feeling of burning fire.

Harry felt as if he had turned into a dragon. As long as he took a deep breath, he could spit out long flames.

He pushed away the wine gourd that Qiu Zhang was pushing into his mouth.

He turned his head and coughed, then took a few deep breaths and realized that the fire was just an illusion.

Harry turned around and glared at Cho Chang.

"Stop~hiccup~stop~giving me wine!"

I saw a hint of anger in Harry's eyes.

Qiu Zhang gently pinched Harry's arm with his right hand, lifted the wine gourd with his left hand, and poured the wine into his own mouth.

"Whoo~"

Putting down the wine gourd, Qiu Zhang rolled his eyes at Harry.

"Is this fair now?"

After saying that, Qiu Zhang released his right hand that was pinching Harry's arm and patted Harry's arm again.

"Details~Sister, I want to hear the details~"

Harry shook his dizzy head. In addition to the furnace-like burning sensation in his stomach, his brain also issued a warning of shrinkage. Past experience told Harry that he was not far from being drunk.

After taking a deep breath of the cool evening air to clear his mind, Harry spoke.

"I once trained as a paladin in the temple of Woking..."

"Stop! Stop! Something interesting, sister, I want to hear something interesting. If you keep talking about such boring things, I will punish you with a drink..."

After Qiu Zhang patted his arm again, Harry felt that he had completely lost control, or rather, the control was not in his hands from the beginning?

Under the influence of alcohol, Harry felt that his brain was working slower and slower.

The memories of the past are no longer neat and coherent, but instead seem like an MV that has been cut into pieces.

From the fragmented memories, Harry fished out a memory that looked the most complete.

That was the memory of Harry's meeting with Karak.

At the beginning, the Border Blade, who had fought alongside them against the goblins before joining the team, told them that he was hunting a dangerous one-horned devil.

That devil is the vanguard of the big devil of hell. Her appearance here is definitely not a good thing. For the sake of regional stability, she must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Then, in a building attacked by gnolls, they encountered a group of Tyrian paladins who had suffered heavy casualties.

Those Tyr paladins said that they were hunting a dangerous one-horned devil. If Harry and his friends could kill the devil for them, the Tyr paladins would give them their Tyr's Blade as a reward.

If an ordinary adventurer faced this situation, he would probably have hurriedly prepared to hunt the one-horned devil for honor and justice.

But Harry found something wrong in the behavior of the Tyr Paladin.

Since when did the Holy Knights, when facing evil, not use their own bodies as the first line of defense, but instead assign adventurers to fight against evil like those noble lords, while they themselves hide in a safe place and wait for things to be over.

Then he saw the one-horned devil by the river, whose body was emitting flames and holding a terrifying giant axe in his hand.

Harry grabbed Will, who was about to rush forward to fight, and Gale, who had already started to use ice blade magic in his hands.

Ask your teammates to give this one-horned devil, who doesn't look like a good person, a chance to explain.

Then they had a loyal and reliable berserker in their team, and Harry also got a new greatsword... from the Tyrian paladins who had fallen into the devil's minions.

"Indeed...if I had listened more at that time..."

After listening to Harry's story, Qiu Zhang felt inexplicably depressed.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

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

Finally, Harry asked the question he had been wanting to ask ever since he climbed to the top of the tower tonight.

"Why are you so obsessed with drinking? There must be other ways, right? And why does it have to be this kind of strong liquor?"

Hearing Harry's question, Qiu Zhang took a sip of wine.

Just when Harry thought there would be no answer to this question, Cho opened her mouth.

"Have you ever experienced a situation where someone else paid a heavy price because of your own mistakes?"

After hearing Qiu Zhang's confused words, Harry felt that there was not a brain in his skull, but a pool of paste.

The paladin instinct that had been ingrained in Harry over the years still made him speak while drunk.

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just. Tell me what you have to say. In the name of the Holy Knight, I will give you a fair judgment!"

Qiu Zhang turned his head and looked at Harry, who was beginning to radiate a faint glow.

He raised his right hand and slapped Harry on the back of the head.

"Can you still judge people's hearts? If it were so easy, how could you..."

Qiu Zhang picked up the gourd and took another gulp.

"Don't talk about this spoiling thing. Come on, have a drink."

Seeing that Harry was not self-conscious at all with the wine gourd in his hand.

Qiu Zhang, with his arm on Harry's shoulders, raised his arms, put his arms around Harry's neck, and pulled the unsuspecting Harry into his arms.

"You're always talking about justice, and you're always judging. Aren't you tired? Come, I'll feed you some wine~"

Before Harry could object, Qiu Zhang stuffed the wine gourd into Harry's mouth again.

Harry, who had been forced to drink several times in a row, was really angry this time.

Following the principle of two warnings before resorting to force, Harry slapped away Qiu Zhang's hand that was holding the wine gourd.

It seemed that he had not expected Harry's grip to be so strong. Qiu Zhang failed to hold it and the wine gourd in his hand flew out in a spin.

After drawing an arc in the air, it landed under the astronomy tower.

"I said! Stop pouring water on me!"

Harry broke free from Qiu Zhang's arms and glared at Qiu Zhang.

"Okay, okay~ Blame it on me~ I shouldn't have poured it into your mouth..."

Qiu Zhang raised his hands to Harry who was glaring at him.

"Hic~ There won't be a next time..."

"Okay, okay... I won't drink it anymore, I won't drink it anymore..."

Qiu Zhang stretched his head and took a look at the place where the wine gourd fell.

"What a pity... a pot of good wine..."

As soon as Qiu Zhang finished speaking, Harry stuffed the wine gourd he was holding into Qiu Zhang's arms.

"Take it..."

"You kid..."

Qiu Zhang took the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a sip.

"Whose turn is it now?"

"forget."

"Okay, sister, I won't take advantage of you. You can ask another one."

Harry turned his head and looked at Qiu Zhang.

"What did you just say caused others to pay the price?"

Hearing Harry's question, Qiu Zhang silently raised the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a big sip.

"Now it's my turn."

Qiu Zhang looked at Harry, and something flickered in his eyes.

"Have you ever... killed anyone?"

Qiu Zhang's question made Harry feel that your question was like asking a question.

So Harry started counting on his fingers, "A witch named Ethel, a devil named Raphael, um... devil stuff, you should understand..."

Looking at Harry beside him, he was counting on his fingers how many people had fallen under his sword.

Qiu Zhang's expression gradually became strange.

Just as Harry counted, he chopped off a fake drug dealer and his assistant.

Qiu Zhang suddenly interrupted Harry.

"You've killed so many people, don't you have any special feelings?"

When Harry heard Qiu Zhang's question, he was confused for a moment.

"Special feeling? You mean... glory?"

For the first time, Harry saw a look of surprise on Qiu Zhang's face.

"Why do you feel honored?"

"Why not? Hiccup~"

After Harry burped, he began to think about the sins those guys who ate his Holy Slash had committed and why he had to use the Holy Slash to send them on their way.

And how do the victims' families feel after they are sent on their way?

Qiu Zhang listened quietly to how Harry judged those people or monsters from a legal and moral perspective.

As Harry counted the days from before his return to two months before he encountered the evil thoughts, Harry felt a little dry in his mouth.

So Harry subconsciously took the wine gourd from Qiu Zhang's hand.

By the time Harry realized what he had drunk, it was too late to regret.

"Hiccup~er~"

As the alcohol started to take over Harry felt himself entering a state of detachment.