Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Don't get excited yet."

Harry waved to Hermione, motioning her to come closer.

"This is where they originally placed the old and broken furniture from Hogwarts."

"and then?"

"Then we have the authorization given to us by Dumbledore, and we can have them help us clean up here."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Hermione looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

"Have you forgotten that there is a shapeshifter hiding in Hogwarts?"

"I haven't forgotten, but isn't this a good thing?"

Seeing Harry's eyes, Hermione seemed to understand something.

But Hermione shook her head.

"No, that's not safe."

"Then we let them go in, put their stuff down, and come out again. We keep an eye on them the whole time. We only give them one time a week to put their stuff down."

"In this case, whoever doesn't show up during that week is a shapeshifter."

Hermione's eyes sparkled.

"Then let them in, but you have to keep a close eye on them."

"Okay, friends, move your things in. If you still have anything, we'll be waiting for you here at the same time next week."

Hearing Harry's words, the house-elves immediately bowed to Harry and the others.

"Thank you very much, miss, and gentlemen."

Soon the house-elves brought a broken cupboard, a desk with a broken leg, and some cauldrons and chairs with burnt bottoms into the Room of Requirement.

Looking at the burnt-out cauldrons, Harry felt that it would be only a matter of time before he saw Crabbe and Goyle here again.

The house-elves moved quickly. After putting down the damaged furniture, they left the Room of Requirement.

He didn't even get close to the maze of debris.

However, compared to the house-elves, Harry, Hermione and Ron were much slower in cleaning up the debris.

Faced with the mountain of debris, the result of their three-hour struggle was a pile of glass bottles that had once contained some liquid, but those liquids had now dried up, leaving only some evil auras on the walls of the bottles.

A small pool of broken picture frames, and some horrible portraits of crazed creatures threatening to eat Harry alive.

At least that's what they said until Hermione cleaned them off with the flamethrower she'd left there last week.

Then there were some broken furniture such as chests of drawers.

And some textbooks were so old that Ron was choked to death by the dust that flew in his face just by turning the pages.

Looking at the maze which seemed to have hardly changed from the outside, Harry and his group decided to come back next week or next time.

However, cleaning up the pile of debris was not completely in vain.

Ron took out one hundred and thirty-seven gold Galleons from a disgusting vase. Even though he was choked to death by the dust just now, he now counted the gold coins in his hand over and over again with a smile on his face.

Harry found two thick shoulder armors with skulls embossed on them, which gave off an ominous aura, in a broken chest of drawers.

According to Harry's experience, these two shoulder armors would be perfect forging materials as long as they were properly treated.

Just like the best material for making dark erosion weapons is equipment with the power of light.

The best material for forging shining weapons is also equipment with the power of dark corrosion.

This pair of shoulder armor that doesn't look like a good thing at the moment is obviously very suitable for forging some magical weapons that can provide bonuses to the power of light.

It just so happened that Harry knew a little about the forging technology of magical equipment, and he was also a paladin.

After weighing the shoulder armor, Harry thanked Woking for the gift and began to think about using the shoulder armor to strengthen the pink fluffy rabbit.

Or make yourself a dagger.

After all, carrying a big sword in Hogwarts is a bit too ostentatious.

Hermione was very interested in all the books they found.

Harry even felt that Hermione came to the Room of Requirement just to find these books.

Of course, Harry did not forget to prepare a small gift for Draco who had been waiting outside the door.

After all, the point of an adventurer's team is that everyone has a share, no one is left out, and they share the good times and the bad times.

In a damaged suitcase, Harry found a longsword that had become very dull and had blood-red stains on the blade.

Although it looked very old and the leather and wooden hilt on the sword had decayed, Harry swung it once.

It was confirmed that this was a well-balanced sword that could be swung like one's own arm.

All it needed was a silver coating so the sword would function as it should in Draco's hands.

Taking the small gifts they got from the Room of Requirement, Harry and his group left the Room of Requirement.

Before returning to the common room, they removed the previously removed bricks from the wall of the Room of Requirement and shrunk it with a shrinking charm.

Harry, Draco and Hermione each kept one third.

As for why not give part of it to Ron for safekeeping.

Ever since hearing Hermione announce that tonight's trip to the Room of Requirement was over, Ron began to count the one hundred and thirty-seven gold coins in his hand over and over again.

After seeing that Ron was having trouble keeping 137 gold coins, Harry and the others decided not to bother Ron's limited brain cells with these miniature bricks.

Since I went to the Room of Requirement tonight, my workout that evening was cancelled.

Look at Ron putting the pile of gold coins under his pillow and lying on it happily, as if he wished he could go to the Room of Requirement to hunt for treasure every day.

Harry, who had changed into his pajamas, smiled and shook his head.

This trip to the Room of Requirement is a profitable one even in the context of adventure, enough for the new adventurers to enjoy it for three nights with beer.

The next day, I got up early and exercised just like before.

But this time Hagrid did not appear.

So Hermione conjured up three carts, and together with them, she carried Ron, who was lying on the ground, and the two little fat boys back to the hall.

And during the Transfiguration class that day, Harry clearly understood what Dumbledore's higher standards meant.

After the class, even Hermione, who had scored more than ten points in the previous class, only got two points.

Poor Ron, when completing Professor McGonagall's instructions, Professor McGonagall would often look at him with a look like "Is that all you can do? Mr. Weasley, is that all you can do?"

However, the standards have been significantly raised compared to before.

The news Harry heard during lunch instantly perked up his spirits.

As Harry passed the Ravenclaw table, he heard two senior Ravenclaw students saying that Professor Snape would be teaching today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although they had heard that Professor Snape wanted to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, after taking Professor Snape's class, they felt that Professor Quirrell's class was more interesting.

At least Professor Quirrell wouldn't ask them to write ten-foot-long papers.

Having just entered the Room of Requirement last night, does Quirrell need Snape to substitute for him today? Or is it because the injury he suffered when he rescued Draco earlier has not healed yet?

073 Who Comes at Night

After hearing the news that Quirrell did not show up today, Harry originally wanted to find Qiu Zhang, who was in the same house as the two Ravenclaw students, to confirm the news.

But what was strange was that Qiu Zhang did not appear in the auditorium at noon today.

Just as strange as Quirrell's disappearance and Qiu Zhang's failure to come for lunch was that Hermione seemed to have lost overnight the urge to put Quirrell on a rack and burn him with a flamethrower in front of the whole school.

She seemed to take the news of Quirrell's sudden bedridden state quite calmly.

This calmness made Harry feel a little strange, so he asked Hermione.

"Don't you have any particular ideas about this?"

Hermione lowered her knife and fork and turned to look at Harry.

"Then if I say that we go to the school hospital now, find Quirrell and poison him, will you agree?"

Harry shook his head without showing any surprise.

"Then do I need to say anything more? If you don't mind, I'm going to start eating now."

After saying this, Hermione raised the hand holding the knife and fork and prepared to continue her lunch.

"Ah, sorry!"

Just as Hermione was about to continue eating, the backpack of a senior student passing by hit Hermione's back.

The next moment, Hermione turned her head and glared at the senior Gryffindor girl.

The girl was so frightened by Hermione that she fell to the ground.

Looking at Hermione who turned her head to continue her lunch, and the girl who fell to the ground as if she had seen some monster.

Draco, who was sitting next to Harry, whispered in Harry's ear.

"Have you ever felt that Hermione has become particularly irritable in recent days?"

Harry nodded and turned to Draco and whispered.

"Do you have any idea about this?"

Draco looked at Harry and slowly his eyes widened as if Harry had asked a stupid question.

Finally, Draco gave Harry a look that said, "It's great to be young..." with the look of a person who had experienced it before.

Draco reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, then stuffed the beef on his fork into Harry's mouth.

"I will miss you, my friend."

"What do you mean?"

After swallowing the beef, Harry asked Draco.

But Draco did not read or reply to any of Harry's questions.

Ron on the side whispered to Harry.