Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Simply put, Harry felt like he was about to enter the third-person perspective.

Harry, feeling dizzy, turned his head and found that Qiu Zhang's face was so close to him that he could even feel Qiu Zhang's breath on his lips.

At such a close distance, Harry looked at Qiu Zhang's face. There seemed to be something indescribable in Qiu Zhang's lake-like black eyes.

Harry stared at Cho Chang's face for a moment.

"Qiu Zhang."

"Ok?"

"Your forehead is so big..."

"!"

069 You guys~huh~?

"Hey~ Are you awake?"

When Harry woke up the next day, he found himself lying on the comfortable four-poster bed in his own bedroom.

Looking up, Harry saw Draco in pajamas walking towards his bed with a cup in his hand.

"You woke up earlier than I expected."

Seeing that Harry was awake, Draco's expression was a little subtle.

"I think you'll need this, remember to drink it later."

Draco walked over to Harry's bed and placed the cup on Harry's bedside table.

"Why am I here...ah, it hurts..."

Just as Harry raised his head and was about to ask Draco if he knew something, the headache brought by the hangover arrived as punctually as the owl mail at Hogwarts every morning.

The last time Harry had such a headache was when he accidentally pushed open the door of a temple and was hit on the head by an ogre with a stick.

"I will never drink alcohol again!" When this thought flashed through his mind, Harry had already cast the protection against poison spell on himself.

As the power of light expelled the alcohol that was damaging Harry's brain nerves, Harry, who felt better, immediately cast another holy healing on himself.

"call……"

After exhaling a breath of foul air mixed with the smell of alcohol and fire.

Harry felt like he was finally alive.

But after the headache went away, Harry began to feel very uncomfortable in his body.

That feeling was just like when he went to look for the orc warlord who killed the Knight Commander.

After the orc warlord disarmed his own weapons with his axe, he also used command magic to force the orc warlord to lay down his weapons.

In the end, Harry had to use his tried and tested fists to end the fight.

Harry felt now much as he had felt when he had risen from his sleeping bag in camp the next day after his boxing match with the orc warlord.

I always feel like my old arms and legs are rusty and I should find a place to apply some oil. If possible, I can replace a few parts to make it even better.

"Why am I here?"

Harry stretched his neck and asked again amid a series of crackling sounds.

"How did I get back last night?"

Draco looked at Harry and shook his head.

"You don't remember anything at all?"

Harry thought briefly about it.

My memory of last night is a little fragmented, but it is clear that I was drinking with Qiu Zhang in the astronomy tower.

Harry subconsciously felt a little nauseous at the thought of alcohol.

"Ugh~"

After a dry heave, Harry fished a handkerchief from his robe pocket and wiped his mouth.

"I can't quite remember, but I think I was drinking with Qiu Zhang on the roof of the astronomical tower last night..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Draco made a strange noise and shook his head, looking at Harry with an even stranger look.

"Although I don't know what you went through last night, I am very sure that Hermione sent you back."

A question mark popped up in Harry's head immediately.

This is wrong...

I was clearly with Qiu Zhang last night.

"Did she say something?"

"No, she threw you on the bed and left. I didn't even have a chance to ask what happened."

At this point, Draco showed a malicious smile on his face.

"You guys~hmm~?"

"Not her."

When Draco showed a surprised expression, Harry rubbed his head, trying hard to remember what happened last night.

But the fragments of memory in Harry's mind were like sand in his hands.

The tighter Harry held on, the more the sand slipped through his fingers.

"F**K!"

Harry, who couldn't think of anything else except that he drank a lot of wine last night, uttered another beautiful British sentence.

"I will never drink again."

Draco chuckled at what Harry said.

“I said this a long time ago.”

"and then?"

Harry lifted his stiff legs, sat up in bed, and picked up the cup that Draco had placed on the bedside table.

The slightly steaming cup contained some dark red liquid, which was emitting the scent of spices along with the pearly steam.

It didn't look like a potion, but rather like some kind of drink Harry was familiar with, but there was a subtle difference in the smell.

"And then? I said this at least three times after that..."

"At least three times? And you stopped drinking after that?"

Looking at Harry, Draco smiled.

"No, I've learned not to say that when I'm hungover and have a headache."

Looking at the smiling Draco, Harry raised the cup in his hand, tilted his head back and poured the liquid in the cup into his mouth.

A warm feeling instantly flowed from Harry's stomach to his whole body. It was like walking in the wind and snow for a long time in the cold winter and suddenly jumping into a hot spring of suitable temperature.

"call……"

Putting down the cup in his hand, Harry looked in Draco's direction.

"What is this? I feel much better."

"Mulled wine, what? You've never had it before?"

Draco said to Harry as he changed from his pajamas into sportswear.

Harry's eyes widened instantly. He looked at the cup in his hand with a little dark red liquid remaining at the bottom, then turned his head to look at Draco who was smiling.

"you……"

Seeing the look on Harry's face, Draco shrugged.

"Don't look at me like that. Drinking a small amount of alcohol after a hangover can help you get rid of the hangover. And didn't you just say that you feel much better?"

Harry returned his gaze to the cup in his hand.

"The ones I drank before didn't taste like this."

"Twice the drink, twice the drink, Harry."

Draco said to Harry as he put on his coat.

"Most people make mulled wine by just adding spices to the wine and then boiling it, but this is wrong."

"The correct way is to first use a little red wine to boil the spices, then add the red wine to the cooked spice juice and stir until it is slightly hot."

After changing his clothes, Draco walked to Ron's bed, stretched his arms and looked at Harry.

"You look even worse than you did yesterday morning. Are you coming today?"

Harry stood up from the bed, holding onto a post.

"Laziness is the beginning of all depravity."

Harry stretched his body, and every bone in his body began to crackle.

"Pain is but an illusion caused by weakness leaving the body."

Draco shrugged at Harry again, which seemed to say, 'I've already told you that.'

Then two hands grabbed Ron's cup and pulled it hard.

"Wake up! Apprentice! How long do you want to sleep in?!"

The first thing Ron said when he woke up from his sleep was "I really don't want to practice anymore."

The second sentence was "What the hell? Harry, you got beaten up?!"

Harry was deeply touched by his brother's concern and gave Ron two minutes to change his clothes.

The morning exercise went on as usual, but when facing Hermione, Harry always felt that something was wrong.

Hermione seemed a little more gloomy than usual today.