Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

As Harry spoke, the eyes of the manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore gradually lit up.

When Harry finished speaking, the manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore clapped unconsciously.

"So, how much are you willing to pay for such an innovative sales method?"

Harry asked with a smile, looking at the manager who seemed to see Merlin Benlin standing in front of him.

When Harry left Flourish and Blotts with a brand new set of textbooks, the amount of gold Galleons in his pocket was not less, but even more.

And the way Snape looked at Harry was as if he was looking at a monster.

008 Excuse me, who are you?

Because of the example of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

In the following shopping trip, Harry relied on a set of skillful transaction skills to obtain a discount of at least 20%.

It didn't even stir the slightest bit of emotion in Snape's heart.

Even if Snape normally relied on the professor's discount, he could only get a 10% discount when purchasing similar items.

Even when Harry bought a batch of potion ingredients with the excuse of "What's the use of just looking at the illustrated guide? I have to see the real thing."

Snape felt somewhat relieved.

Although Harry looked like some jerk, there were still some traces of his past left in him.

Back then, she also liked Potions...

The entire Diagon Alley was on Harry's shopping trip.

The only thing Harry didn't get a discount on was his wand from Ollivanders.

After almost emptying half of the store's inventory, Mr. Ollivander finally found a wand that was suitable for Harry.

And the story Mr. Ollivander told about the holly, phoenix feather, eleven-inch wand.

Even with Harry's trading skills, he couldn't find any reason to give a discount.

When Harry walked out of Ollivanders, his face looked as if he had just been robbed.

After sending Harry back to Privet Drive, Snape disappeared without a word, not even a goodbye.

Harry had gotten used to Snape's behavior.

After all, everyone who goes to the market with him to buy something for the first time will have a similar reaction.

In the month before leaving for Hogwarts, Harry's life continued like clockwork.

I get up every morning and take Dali for a morning run, forge the Blade of Vengeance, read the textbooks, try to configure the sword oil, and exercise with Dali before going to bed.

In the last week before school started, Harry finally completed the forging of the Blade of Vengeance.

When forging the sword blank, Harry not only injected the power of light but also used the forging technique of stacked Damascus.

This forging technique using composite materials not only allows the sword to have stronger performance.

It can also give the sword beautiful patterns.

However, because Harry injected magic into the sword during forging, the shape of the sword is a little exaggerated.

The pattern on the black and white sword formed Harry's oath of revenge.

Under the sunlight, the sword does not look like a long sword made of steel.

It is a fine work of art.

When Harry finished the sword, the bearded bald blacksmith even offered 30,000 pounds on the spot to buy it.

Naturally, Harry rejected it without hesitation along with the subsequent orders.

Time soon came to September 1st.

That morning, the atmosphere in the kitchen of number 4 Privet Drive was very depressing.

The expression on Aunt Petunia's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Uncle Vernon, for once, did not hide his face behind a thick wall of newspapers today, but just kept a straight face.

It was as if someone owed him a large sum of money and now wanted to borrow some more from him.

The only person in the kitchen who looked happy was Daly, who was struggling with the fried bacon on his plate.

Finally, after all the bacon and eggs were eaten.

Uncle Vernon wiped his mouth and said, "Well, if we don't leave now it might be too late."

After hearing what Uncle Vernon said, Aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen with a stern face.

"Harry!"

Just as Harry stood up from the dining table and was about to pick up his huge suitcase.

Dally called Harry over, then walked up and gave Harry a bear hug.

Just as Dali slapped Harry's back hard with his right hand, Harry felt something fall into his pocket.

"This thing is for your self-defense. Be careful when you go there."

Dally forced a smile when he let go of Harry.

"It's better now. Finally, no one cares about my eating."

Harry patted Dudley on the shoulder and said nothing.

Uncle Vernon and Harry remained silent on the way to King's Cross Station.

The only music playing in the car was from the traffic radio.

Finally, when Uncle Vernon's car stopped in front of King's Cross Station.

Uncle Vernon turned to look at Harry.

"Listen, kid! If you don't adapt to the environment over there, you can always come back. Although you definitely can't go to Eton College, you can still go to Smeltings High School."

"Thank you, uncle."

"F*cking disgusting! Get lost!"

When Harry pushed the cart with the suitcase into King's Cross Station.

Harry discovered a problem.

That's what was written on my ticket: Platform 9 and 3/4.

But this is obviously not a normal platform number.

At King's Cross Station, Harry only saw the normal platforms nine and ten.

Looking at the ticket in his hand, Harry touched his chin.

Harry was not surprised that he was facing this situation now. After all, every great adventure was inseparable from the element of mystery.

For example, in magic academies, it is normal to arrange a small test before admission to eliminate those less intelligent apprentices.

However, the students have not yet started school, so Harry feels that magic will not be necessary to solve this puzzle.

If nothing unexpected happens, the answer to the puzzle should be on the ticket for Platform 9 3/4.

As a seasoned adventurer, Harry first tortured the ticket.

After confirming that there were no hidden poems or clues such as maps on the ticket.

Harry began to observe the surroundings of King's Cross Station carefully.

After looking back and forth between Platform 9 and Platform 10 for a while, Harry discovered that there were four thick pillars between Platform 9 and Platform 10.

Four large pillars and nine and three-quarter platforms.

"This puzzle isn't that difficult..."

Harry pushed the cart and rushed towards the big pillar.

When Harry's cart was about to hit the big pillar, he suddenly heard a strange voice calling him from behind.

The next moment, Harry's cart did not hit the pillar.

Harry seemed to have passed through a portal and arrived in a completely new place.

A crimson steam locomotive was parked next to a platform packed with passengers.

A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock.

Harry looked back and saw that where the partition had been was now a wrought-iron archway with the words Platform Nine and Three Quarters written on it.

Sure enough, although the world has undergone some small changes, the experience I gained from adventuring back then is still useful.

Well, according to past adventure experience, if you want to go to an unfamiliar place, it is best to gather a team of adventurers to go together.

Coincidentally, Harry already had a teammate chosen at this time.

Sometimes, all it takes is a beer in a tavern to get someone willing to go fight a dragon with you.

Friendship between men is sometimes that simple.

"Hey Draco, long time no see."

It didn't take Harry long to find Draco on the platform.

After all, he has light blond hair and two big guys standing beside him like bodyguards.

On the platform, he stood out like an ogre among a group of goblins.

"Hey, Harry, I was wondering when you were going to get here."

As Harry and Draco were shaking hands, a scream was heard on the platform.

"Merlin's trousers! Harry! What are you doing?"

Harry looked in the direction of the scream, and saw a boy with red hair and dirt on his nose.

It was as if he was looking at himself in horror, covering his face with his hands, just like in the world-famous painting "The Scream".

Looking at the red-haired boy with a dirty nose, Harry recalled carefully.

If nothing unexpected happened, I should not have seen this boy.