Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

But Harry didn't see any smile in Hermione's eyes.

071 Chasing Evil

Even though Hermione's expression made Harry a little uneasy, he still agreed with Hermione's action.

After all, the best time to clean up a dungeon is either ten years ago or now.

However, at this time, it is still not safe to go to the Room of Requirement, after all, there are too many people and too many eyes.

So this time Harry decided to wait until after curfew before taking action.

And during the time before curfew, Harry would not be idle.

The Gwent project has been planned with Draco for a long time, but now the project has not even started.

There isn't even a Muggle-like beginning to the story.

There was plenty of time tonight, so Harry found some parchment and a quill, ready to listen to Draco's story about the other world.

Beside the warm fire in the fireplace, Draco leaned on the soft cushion. The dancing firelight in the fireplace projected on Draco's face, looking at Harry who was holding parchment and a quill in his hand.

Draco felt that everything seemed to be becoming familiar yet strange again. He poured a glass of water from the kettle on the low table next to him and drank it.

Although the water in Hogwarts is very sweet, Draco still wants to have a glass of wine at this time.

However, the last bit of red wine that survived in the storage box had been made into mulled wine for Harry this morning, and now there was not a drop left.

Isn't that what life is like for a demon hunter?

Putting the cup aside, Draco put his hands behind his head, leaned back on the cushions and sank his whole body into the soft cushions.

Looking at the ceiling of Hogwarts, listening to the crackling sound of wood exploding in the fireplace beside my ear.

Draco's thoughts rewound like a movie, going back to a long, long time ago.

"In a strange world, there is a magical natural phenomenon. The sorcerers who study it call it 'the intersection of the celestial spheres'. Whenever this phenomenon occurs, some alien creatures always come to this world."

Draco spoke slowly, and as Harry wrote furiously, Hermione, as if she had caught the key words, pricked up her ears.

"The first to come to this world were the elves, followed by dwarves and humans. Along with them came female monsters, daytime spirits, and other monsters."

Unlike Harry's hand that was writing rapidly with a quill, Hermione's eyes were no longer moving on the book in front of her.

"When monsters are rampant, farmers must be protected by walls, catapults, and the army to cultivate the fields. Otherwise, the farmers will just be feeding the monsters."

"Faced with this situation, a wizard and his apprentice are ready to change it. If they want to defeat the monster, they have to surpass it, or in other words... become a monster..."

At this point, Draco showed a bitter smile on his face, while Hermione, who seemed to be reading a book but actually had her ears perked up, frowned.

"So, by using the monsters' mutated organs to transform the human body, they got the monster killer they had always dreamed of, a being between monsters and humans, the demon hunter..."

"However, due to mutation, these demon hunters also lost their reproductive ability, so if they want to expand their membership, they can only rely on the 'accident rate', a customary law that is as old as human history."

"The person who rescues another person can, according to the law of surprise, ask for a reward from the person who was rescued, asking for the first thing the person saw when he returned home, or something that the person who was rescued did not know but already had...usually a child that the person who was rescued obtained when he left home."

At this point, the bitter smile on Draco's face gradually faded, and a complex expression appeared on Draco's face, mixed with many emotions including disappointment, relief and numbness.

"One autumn, a witcher named Vesemir was fetching water from a stream when he rescued an arrogant and stupid kid from a group of water ghosts."

For once a smile crossed Draco's face.

"According to the accident rate, of course it was because he didn't understand what the kid was saying, so the witcher wanted to make this stupid kid his witcher apprentice."

"But the stupid brat didn't appreciate it. He thought the witcher who had just saved him was just a dirty Muggle, so he tried to escape several times."

"That brat was so stupid that he didn't even know that the witcher had an extraordinary hearing and sense of smell, so he arrogantly chose to run away."

"And that demon hunter didn't mind having a little fun during his travels, so he played this boring game with the little devil."

Draco's voice suddenly broke.

"Until that stupid kid provoked a night spirit while escaping."

"After being nearly torn to pieces by the night spirit, the foolish boy, who finally realized that he was no longer the pampered young master he used to be, returned to their castle with the injured demon hunter."

Draco closed his eyes at this.

"In that castle, the boy received strict training as a demon hunter. After passing the 'Trial of Green Grass', 'Trial of Dreams', and 'Trial of the Mountain', next to the corpses of his new friends in the castle, the boy officially became a demon hunter."

"and many more."

Hermione on the side suddenly put down the book in her hand and stared at Draco, as if a judge was looking at a prisoner.

"what happened?"

Harry, suddenly interrupted, turned his head and looked at Hermione.

"What is the Green Grass Trial?"

Hermione asked Draco, who was lying on the cushions, completely ignoring Harry.

At this time, Draco, who was lying in the cushions with his eyes closed as if lost in memories, shook his head slightly and answered Hermione's question.

"A trial in which special medicine is injected into the body under the control of magic. These medicines will change the body structure and characteristics. If you succeed, you will become stronger and more agile, and have physical fitness comparable to that of monsters. If you fail..."

Although Draco didn't say it, combined with Draco's previous words, Harry also knew what happened to those losers.

This is a one-way street with no chance to stop.

Harry turned his head to look at Hermione, only to find that Hermione had hidden her face behind the old book again.

"At that time, that little brat didn't know what was waiting for him after becoming a demon hunter..."

A wry smile appeared on Draco's face again.

"After all, compared to a monster, how much better can a demon hunter who has become half a monster be?"

Hearing Draco's words, Harry frowned and put down the quill in his hand.

"Half monster? Don't you guys hunt monsters?"

"Yes, we are hunting monsters, but in the eyes of those villagers, we are also monsters."

Draco's tone became deeper, and there was a strong hint of bitterness in his words.

"The witcher killed the monster, great! Use a pitchfork to drive him away and refuse to pay. The monster killed the witcher, not so good, let's find the next unlucky person to deal with the monster. The monster and the witcher died together, that's great! Let's go see if there is anything worth taking from the corpse."

Hearing Draco's bitter words.

Harry's hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

The power of light jumped on Harry's fist, and this unruly behavior made Harry want to blow something up.

Harry wasn't sure whether he was upset at the treatment Draco had received, at the fact that someone had the audacity to deny an adventurer his reward for his risky lives, or perhaps a combination of both.

Anyway, Harry was in a bad mood now.

"Wow, so Draco, you were so miserable before?"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of something being bitten, Harry turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Ron sat cross-legged on the cushion, his robe turned into a cloth bag, with a few apples in it.

Ron, who was still holding an apple in his hand, took a bite of the apple with another crisp "crunch" sound, then turned his gaze to Harry.

"Would you like to have one?"

Ron pulled out a beautiful red apple from the robes in front of him and handed it to Harry.

"Where did you get it?"

Harry looked at the red apple that Ron handed to him and raised his eyebrow unconsciously.

"Fred and George, they seem to be researching something recently, so they brought back a lot of fruit. These are what they gave me."

Of course Harry remembered the twins Fred and George. Even as knowledgeable as Harry was, he had never seen people playing with toilet seats like them.

It's not that Harry has any prejudice against toilet seats, but generally people who can overcome psychological barriers will choose to go all the way and try something more exciting, such as wolf dung.

Those who cannot overcome their psychological barriers will never touch such things.

So, for Harry, playing with the toilet seat was kind of stuck there.

It just so happened that Harry was the kind of person who couldn't overcome psychological barriers, so when he thought that the apple was given by those two toilet seat brothers, Harry shook his head decisively and rejected Ron's kindness.

After being interrupted by Ron, Draco also opened his eyes and sat up from the cushions.

After looking around the lounge which was much less crowded, he turned his gaze to Harry.

"It's almost time. Shall we get ready now?"

Harry looked at Ron, who had ruined the atmosphere, and put away his quill with a sigh.

"Then go and get ready."

As she spoke, Hermione had already put away the book in her hand, looked Draco up and down, and walked into the girls' dormitory.

Harry always felt that there was something extra in the look in Hermione's eyes when she looked at Draco just now, a bit more scrutinizing.

Back in the dormitory, Harry hung the sword around his waist again.

Since the problem with the silver sword had not been solved, Draco only brought the most ordinary longsword this time.

As the men were arming themselves, Harry suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, what did you encounter on the fourth floor that day?"

"Magical plants, flying keys, moving flags, and a killing room full of traps."

Draco shrugged at Harry.

"Except for the room full of traps, the defense level of the other rooms is basically no higher than the teaching level of first-year wizards. If it weren't for those immortal guys, they would be very suitable for training facilities for newcomers. But they are not like the safe deposit box that Ron mentioned. Of course, we didn't make it to the end."

After listening to Draco's words, Harry felt that something seemed a little wrong. Maybe he should find a chance to talk to Dumbledore again.

As a seasoned adventurer, Harry instinctively felt that Dumbledore might be hiding something from him.

But this is not a big problem.

After all, he had concealed some things from Dumbledore, but he was so careless in guarding a prop that was said to be able to resurrect Voldemort.

Harry figured that either Dumbledore's tea had gone to his head, or that this was actually a trap for anyone who wanted the Philosopher's Stone.

Just like all traps, the most deadly stuff is saved for last.

"What do you mean by first-year student level?!"