Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Dude, based on my experience, Hermione's unhappiness generally falls into the following categories."

"First, she has been under a lot of academic pressure lately."

"Two, one of us made him angry."

"three……"

Ron looked around first, then lowered his voice and spoke to Harry.

"It's a periodic temper tantrum..."

Before Ron could finish his words, an arc of electricity fell on Ron's head, instantly changing Ron's hairstyle.

And Harry was a little too close to Ron.

So when Harry walked out of the Great Hall, he had the same striking hairstyle as Ron.

In the afternoon's Herbology and Charms classes, Harry and the others repeated what happened in the morning.

However, what was different from the morning was that even the professors collectively raised the standards.

Draco's skill in handling herbs still allowed him to steadily gain points in Herbology class.

But when Harry saw the fanged poisonous tentacles in the greenhouse, he thought of Quirrell who had not appeared today.

An idea suddenly popped into Harry's mind.

"Draco, cooperate with me for a moment."

Harry called Draco in a low voice and gave him a look.

'Fuck, are you crazy?'

Seeing Harry's thoughts, Draco praised Harry with his eyes.

"It's okay, trust me, it's fine!"

When Harry saw Professor Sprout with his back to him, he decisively took off his dragon-skin gloves.

Then, under Hermione's equally shocked gaze, he stroked the poisonous tentacle with his bare hand.

I have to say, although the name of this vine creature sounds a bit chilling and looks a bit shabby.

But the feel is as smooth as silk and as delicate as velvet.

Just as Harry was addicted to the epic feel of the poisonous tentacle.

The poisonous tentacle hit Harry several times without hesitation.

Although this pain was nothing compared to what Harry had experienced in the past.

After all, just a week ago, Harry had stabbed himself in the stomach with a sword.

But this time, in order to achieve the goal of sending myself to the school hospital.

Harry still seemed to have been stepped on the thumb, and screamed, "Ah~! My blood is all over the floor!"

The exaggerated scream served Harry perfectly to achieve his goal.

Ten minutes later, Harry was lying on a bed in the school hospital.

After being given a bottle of antidote, Harry was ordered to stay in hospital for observation, because according to Professor Sprout and Nurse Poppy, the bite of the poisonous tentacle was fatal.

At least that was the case until Ms. Poppy left Harry's bedside.

After Ms. Poppy left, Harry cast a protection against poison spell on himself without hesitation.

Harry then confirmed the location of his target this time.

That was the only bed in the school hospital that was covered by a curtain.

Just as Harry was using his eyes to calculate what stealth route he should take in the school hospital to reach Quirrell's bedside.

The curtain covering Quirrell's bed was drawn aside.

Harry saw Quirrell lying on the hospital bed, his face as pale as a vampire.

If it weren't for the afterglow of the setting sun, shining through the glass of the school hospital, casting golden light on Quirrell's bed.

Harry almost thought that Quirrell had been turned into a vampire by now.

Quirrell, holding the magic wand, smiled slightly, raised the magic wand and wrote a line of green words in the air.

"Shh, keep quiet in the hospital, but..."

'Hahahaha! The savior was bitten by a poisonous tentacle and was admitted to the school hospital, hahahaha! '

Looking at Quirrell who was lying on the hospital bed, he looked like he was dying, but there was a smile on his face, mocking him.

Harry found this reaction a little strange; it did not fit the impression Professor Quirrell had left on him in the past.

However, it was confirmed that Quirrell was indeed lying in the school hospital, not trapped in the Room of Requirement.

Harry felt that his purpose of entering the school hospital this time had been achieved.

Although I can't use a magic wand to write "You look like a dead person now", nor can I use a magic wand to draw the curtain.

Harry, who was now pretending to be sick, was unable to respond to Quirrell's ridicule with action.

But Harry had one last option left.

Harry closed his eyes and huddled into bed, ready to express his attitude by saying "out of sight, out of mind".

Quirrell, who was standing opposite the ward, did not chase after Harry to taunt him. After another sound of curtains rustling, Professor Quirrell closed the curtains.

Harry raised his head slightly and took a look, and when he found that Professor Quirrell had closed the curtain again, he leaned back on his pillow.

Lying on the hospital bed in the school, Harry began to think about Quirrell.

Even considering that at the beginning of the school year, Quirrell advocated expelling himself in order to maintain a serious school atmosphere, Harry still didn't think Quirrell was a bad professor.

At least when it came to teaching, Harry thought Quirrell was quite capable.

But afterwards, not only did Hermione think he was spreading corruption, but her own divine sense was unable to determine what kind of person Quirrell really was.

Thinking of this, Harry secretly cast a divine perception on himself.

I couldn't confirm Quirrell's inclination before, maybe now that he is recuperating in the hospital, I have a chance?

Activating the divine perception again, Harry instantly felt a chaotic aura appear in his perception. There was no doubt that the source of this strange aura was Quirrell hiding behind the curtain.

Unlike Draco and Hermione.

Quirrell's aura was extremely chaotic, a mixture of goodwill and evil, so that even the knowledgeable Harry could only sigh at how big the world was and that there were some things he had never seen before.

To put it in a concrete way, Quirrell's aura at this moment is like a tattooed and mohawk-haired priest riding a Harley motorcycle, with a hot stripper in front of him and an even hotter succubus behind him.

While fighting the demon army with a shotgun in his hand, he shouted "Amitabha!", and the priest's black coat was written with "God is great".

Just one look at it gives you the feeling that society is very complex and you have to accept its aesthetic mix.

Harry silently turned off his divine perception and once again recalled what the Knight Commander had taught him and other paladins.

When making any judgment, trust your eyes, your investigation, and your heart.

Divine magic can only ever be used as a tricky means of detection.

Believe that even the worst assholes will have a moment of glory at some point in their lives.

Harry felt that he still needed to observe more about what kind of guy Quirrell was.

Sleeping in the same hall with Quirrell, the suspect, Harry did not sleep well that night.

So in the middle of the night, Harry was awakened by the sound of someone walking into the school hospital.

At first Harry thought it was Ms. Poppy checking on a patient late at night.

But when Harry quietly opened his eyes, he found that it was Professor Quirrell who was returning to his bed.

When did he go out?

How come I didn’t notice?

This confusion continued until the next day, when Mrs. Poppy came to examine the patient before breakfast.

Harry, who saw Quirrell behind the curtain, cast Divine Sense again.

This time, as always, Quirrell's presence did not appear in Harry's perception.

All Harry could sense was Ms. Poppy's gentle, kind breath, like spring sunshine.

After Ms. Poppy checked Harry's wound and confirmed that Harry was in no danger of death, he could even run around Hogwarts several times.

So Harry was kicked out of the school hospital.

As soon as Harry left the school hospital and entered the hall, he saw Hermione and Draco pushing a cart with Ron, Goyle and Crabbe on it into the hall.

The teachers and students in the auditorium are already accustomed to this scene that happens every day.

Harry hurried over to help Hermione and Draco unload the goods.

He had just placed Goyle and Crabbe in chairs and had them lying on the long table.

The two guys started eating like crazy.

Looking at these two funny guys, Harry always suspected that they were pretending to be tired.

After all, Harry had never seen anyone who was so tired that he could not walk, but would eat as happily as they did.

But to say they were pretending, the way they lay on the long table, with their hands as if the bones had been pulled out, trying to swing them out to grab food, and then dragging them all the way back and stuffing them into their mouths was a disguise.

For their acting skills, Harry would give them 10 or even 9 points.

In comparison, Ron is much more normal.

He sat at the table and ate like a normal person, not a mollusk that had been pulled ashore.

It's just that his hands were shaking so much that people thought he was sifting flour.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Harry shared what happened last night with Draco and Hermione.

"An unprecedented chaotic atmosphere left silently and then returned..."

Draco shook his head.

"It was hard to tell what he was doing."

After Draco finished speaking, Harry noticed that Hermione did not express her opinion, so he turned his head and cast his gaze on Hermione who was eating in an elegant posture.