Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

What happened at breakfast was just a minor incident.

After finishing breakfast, Harry and his friends went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as usual.

Even Harry was curious about what Snape, as a master of potions, could teach him about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But just as Harry and his group arrived two corridors away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry, Draco and Hermione stopped almost at the same time.

The three of them frowned as they pulled their wands from their pockets and looked towards the seemingly empty corridor.

'There was an ambush'

'A lot of people'

'We have not been authorized by Dumbledore to use lethal force, take it easy men.'

Just as Harry, Draco and Hermione exchanged glances.

Ron, who was grabbed by Harry and Draco at the same time, looked back at Harry and the others in surprise.

"What's going on? Guys, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is just up ahead."

Oh no! Just as Ron was asking, Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that a curtain in the corridor suddenly moved.

"Attack! Take cover!"

The next moment, Harry, a seasoned adventurer, pushed Ron down and rolled over to avoid the next possible attack.

Hermione and Draco also made the same evasive movements.

Just when everyone had found shelter behind the cabinets and statues on both sides of the corridor.

The expected attack did not come.

Only Ron looked at Harry pitifully, holding his head.

Just now, in order to push Ron away, Harry used a little more strength.

So Ron bumped his head against the cupboard next to him.

Although the attack did not come, Harry, who was hiding behind the cover, did not think that he was being overly nervous.

Years of adventurous experience made Harry certain that there was indeed an ambush waiting for him ahead.

So Harry stuck his head out and shouted into the corridor.

"No matter who you are, it's not too late to stop now."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, applause broke out in the corridor.

"Pah~pah~pah~"

With a crisp sound, Neville walked out from behind the shadow of a hanging painting.

"As expected of you, 'Bassilla Slayer'. Harry, I have a deal for you. Are you interested?"

Seeing that the person who appeared from the corridor was Neville, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was lifted again.

"What do you want Neville?"

Neville lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

"There are still five minutes until your class starts, and I am still three points away from collecting all the Quirrell points for the first grade, so I think five points for three is a great deal, what do you think?"

"You're ambushing us here just for Quirrell's sake?"

Neville let out a small smile.

"Harry, there is no personal grudge between us, so business is business. I am a person who is easy to talk to and negotiate with. If you are not satisfied, you can give me a new condition."

Harry turned his head and was about to ask his companions for their opinions.

At this moment, a ball of lightning appeared in Hermione's hand, and the golden thunder in her eyes was shining outward like a searchlight.

"I've had enough! You guys need to learn some respect!"

"Wait! Hermione!"

Before Harry could stop her, Hermione rushed out from behind the cover.

"In the name of the Empire!"

A golden ball of lightning flew out of Hermione's hand.

Golden arcs of electricity shot out from the lightning ball in all directions. Although Neville immediately released the "Obstacles" to the lightning ball,

But the barrier spell failed to stop the golden lightning ball from flying into the corridor.

Even then a group of Slytherin freshmen jumped out from their hiding places and cast various spells.

The golden lightning ball continued to fly towards the other end of the corridor without mercy.

"Stop it! Do you want to kill them?!"

I saw the lightning ball thrown by Hermione knocking down several little wizards in succession.

Harry rushed forward, trying to control Hermione and calm her down.

Unexpectedly, when he grabbed Hermione's hands that were flashing with lightning, it was not the lightning on Hermione's body that caused damage to Harry first.

But Hermione's fierce forehead.

"I've had enough! Harry!"

075 Hermione! Your opponent is me!

Is Hermione's head made of iron?

This was Harry's first thought when Hermione's forehead was hit on the head with the ferocious ogre-like club.

But before Harry could form a second thought.

"Boom!"

Hermione's second headbutt hit Harry's head again.

The blow darkened Harry's vision, and a field of golden stars rose up like a hammer hitting a red-hot iron block.

"You! And your weakness!"

Hermione's voice sounded vaguely, as if she was speaking to herself from the other side of the world.

"Boom!"

Hermione's headbutt hit Harry on the head for the third time.

The originally flickering golden stars disappeared in an instant as if blown by a strong wind.

Only Hermione's voice was still ringing in the distance.

"Get out of here!"

Harry felt that his consciousness was like a leaky fishing boat, gradually sinking into the abyss.

But before the darkness swallowed Harry's consciousness, the former Knight Commander seemed to appear in front of Harry.

He crouched before Harry in his shining armor, looking at him as he had once looked at Harry when he had collapsed during training.

'Get up, the pain is just an illusion when weakness leaves the body, and you still have things to do, remember your vow? Stand up! Do it like a man!'

Harry, who was knocked down by Hermione's headbutt three times in a row, opened his eyes on the ground.

The power of light boiled in Harry's body, making his eyes like red-hot iron beads, flashing with golden light.

Before Draco and Ron rushed out from their hiding places, Harry slapped his right hand, which was shining with golden light, on his chest.

Under the effect of holy healing, Harry's originally ringing head suddenly calmed down.

Harry jumped up from the ground with a somersault.

Looking at Hermione who was pushing the lightning ball towards the fleeing Slytherin students, Harry shouted, "Hermione! Your opponent is me!"

The next moment, Hermione, who was hit by Harry's forced duel spell, turned around in surprise and looked at Harry, whose eyes were emitting golden light like spotlights in a lighthouse.

She didn't understand why Harry was able to stand up after being headbutted three times in a row by her, and she was also shocked that Harry's eyes were emitting golden light.

It was this hesitation that made Harry rush in front of Hermione before she could react.

As a paladin, Harry was well trained in etiquette, which included not hitting a lady in the face.

So Harry's right fist containing the power of light was aimed at Hermione's belly, or to be more precise, at Hermione's stomach.

"Pong!"

With a dull sound like a drum beating, Hermione was even knocked off the ground by Harry's punch.

Then, with the power of the left hook, Harry started to exert force from the soles of his feet, swinging his hips, twisting his waist, raising his shoulders and swinging his arms, and threw a powerful right hook that knocked Hermione away.

He smashed open the cabinet door and fell into the broom closet.

Harry lowered his fist as he looked at Hermione's legs sticking out of the broom cupboard.

"Hermione Granger, you bastard..."

Harry had just said half of his words when a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket shot out from the broom cupboard and knocked Harry out.

With a "bang!", as Harry and several unlucky suits of armor rolled into a ball, Hermione flew out of the broom cupboard with electric sparks flashing all over her body, her hair flying up, and only golden arcs in her eyes.

"Harry! Potter! You are courting death!"

When Harry stood up again from the scattered armor parts, he held an axe in his left hand and a short sword in his right hand.

Golden light flowed on Harry's body and weapon, as if Harry was no longer a first-year wizard, but an angel sent to the world.

Looking at Hermione, whose feet were off the ground and floating in the air, Harry spat out a tooth with a "poof" sound and tightened the weapon in his hand.

"You can try."

Looking at Harry, a sinister smile appeared on Hermione's face, and a huge ball of lightning began to take shape in front of her.

"Then let's give it a try."

Looking at the grinning Hermione, Harry's face was as dark as water, and the breath of light spread from his body like a bursting bottle of water.

The light from the sword and axe in his hands became brighter and brighter.

As the little wizards around were watching in horror the confrontation in the corridor.