Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

A trembling voice sounded in the corridor.

"Stop it! Stop fighting!"

Seeing Harry and Hermione were on the verge of a fight, as if someone was going to fall here today, Ron was being held back by Draco, who prevented him from rushing out.

In a hurry, he hit Draco's nose with the back of his head, and at that moment Draco subconsciously relaxed the strength of his hand because of the pain.

He broke free from Draco's grasp and ran between Harry and Hermione with his hands raised.

"Stop! All of you stop!"

'Why is he here?! Is he going to die?!'

Harry saw Ron rushing towards him from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head to let Ron go away and let Draco control Ron.

This was not a fight he could get involved in.

Hermione immediately noticed this moment of distraction, and immediately threw the lightning in her hand at Harry.

"enough!"

With a loud "boom!", a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the corridor, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

When the blinding flash faded.

Draco covered his nose and saw several thick vines appearing in the corridor.

Several of them protected Ron like a shield under the semicircular wooden house.

The remaining few tied Harry and Hermione tightly.

At the other end of the corridor, Quirrell, holding a wand in his hand, looked breathlessly at the two people in the corridor who were controlled by vines.

"Forty points will be deducted from Gryffindor. Now come with me to the headmaster's office immediately."

Harry felt a little awkward seeing Dumbledore again, but it was better than being sent here by Quirrell wrapped in vines.

Harry found it even more difficult to talk about the fight he had had with Hermione in the corridor.

After all, letting the employer see a disintegrating team of adventurers will not improve the employer's evaluation of the adventurer team.

After Quirrell loosened the vines that bound them and left.

Professor Dumbledore once again served the tea that had a strange taste and was probably only acceptable to druids.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Dumbledore was sitting opposite him on the sofa. The flash of his half-moon glasses made it difficult for Harry to see the look in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Last week you were still working together to protect the school, but this week you had a big fight in school and almost hurt your classmates... Oh, you've already hurt a few classmates, and they're all being treated in the school hospital now."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

"I think I need an explanation, Mr. Potter."

Harry took a breath.

"headmaster……"

“We can’t work together.”

As soon as Harry opened his mouth, Hermione interrupted him with a cold tone and said to Dumbledore.

"The differences between us far outweigh our similarities, and this is just a small explosion of accumulated conflicts."

Harry looked at Hermione in shock, although this wasn't the first time Harry had encountered a team member wanting to quit the team.

Some members have accumulated enough wealth through their adventures and want to spend the rest of their lives in peace.

Some were stabbed in the knee during the battle, so they had to go back to their hometown with the archer who shot them in the knee and do something other than adventuring to make a living.

Some others suffered irreversible damage during the adventure and had no choice but to leave.

But this was the first time Harry was accused of being unable to cooperate with others.

At this moment, Harry wanted to use a sentence he had heard from Neville not long ago: "I am a person who is easy to talk to, but what you said is too much."

Harry looked as ugly as if he had just eaten 3.76 kg of chemical fertilizer.

Hermione looked at Dumbledore as he made the final judgment on her relationship with Harry.

"It was just a little overreaction as we parted ways."

Hearing Hermione's words, Dumbledore picked up the teacup and took a sip.

“Some things are often only regretted after they are lost.”

Hermione's expression darkened when she heard Dumbledore's words.

"But you all have your own choices. Even as the principal, I have no right to interfere in this matter."

Dumbledore put down his teacup.

"Professor Quirrell has already deducted forty points from you. I will not deduct any more points, but detention..."

Dumbledore glanced back and forth between Harry and Hermione.

"Although detention is of no use to you, Miss Granger, I require that you go to Professor Snape for your detention for the next two weeks."

Dumbledore's gaze shifted from Hermione, whose face showed an indifference, back to Harry.

"And you, Mr. Potter, Hagrid will be happy that he will be getting a new assistant for the next two weeks."

After he finished speaking, Dumbledore waved his hand.

"You can go now, Potter, you stay for a while."

He seemed unconcerned about Harry being left behind by Dumbledore.

After Hermione stood up from the sofa, she left the headmaster's office without looking back.

Harry sat on the sofa, motionless.

It was not until he heard the sound of the headmaster's office door closing that Harry picked up a cup of tea brewed by Dumbledore from the coffee table and took a sip.

There is still no spice, no milk, no sugar, and it tastes just like the bitterness of leaves.

"What on earth happened, Harry?"

Dumbledore asked, looking at Harry as he put down his teacup.

"You were still working together last week, why are you breaking up this week?"

Looking at Dumbledore, Harry could only shrug.

"Maybe it's just like Hermione said, our ways of doing things are too different and we can't get along with each other."

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed.

"We sometimes always overlook the things that are really important, but this is a matter for you young people..."

Dumbledore waved his hand.

"Go back Harry, don't forget what I said last time."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it."

Harry put down the teacup in his hand, stood up from the sofa and left the headmaster's office.

"Hi~"

As soon as Harry walked out of the headmaster's office, he heard someone greeting him.

Harry turned his head and saw Neville leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, looking at him.

"Did Old Deng give you any trouble?"

As Neville spoke, he walked up to Harry in a very familiar manner.

"The principal is just handling my case according to school rules. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class now?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you."

Neville lifted the sleeves of his torn robe, revealing his arms which still had scars.

"If it weren't for you, I really don't know what that crazy woman would have done."

Neville lowered his sleeves and looked at Harry seriously.

"I owe you one."

The two attacks left Harry with a very bad impression of Neville.

So Harry shook his head.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. You don't owe me anything."

After saying that, Harry wanted to leave. Now the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had already started and he had probably missed half of the class. If he went now, he should still have time to catch up with the second half.

"Brother, you are so open!"

Seeing Harry leave, Neville quickly chased after him.

"If you need anything in the future, feel free to ask me. The Longbottom family is willing to serve you."

Harry said nothing and continued walking forward.

But this time, Harry stopped after taking just a few steps.

Because Neville, who was following Harry, said, "You guys are fighting like this, far beyond the level of first-year wizards. Have you ever been to some strange world before?"

Harry turned back to look at Neville.

"You've been there too?"

Looking at Harry, Neville smiled.

"Of course I've been there, thanks to my trip to that world. You haven't seen what I was like before. Even if I kick him three times, he won't be able to fart. What a coward."

Neville came up and put his arm warmly around Harry's shoulders.

"I really envy people like you who can bring back the power. If I could bring back those things of mine, I would be able to pin that crazy woman to the ground the moment she discharges electricity."

Neville smiled and shook his head.

"But it's useless to be able to fight alone. If you want to get involved now, you still need to rely on numbers and organization. That crazy woman is arrogant now. Wait and see for a while. Can she still be arrogant?"

Neville spat on the ground beside him and looked at Harry with a cheesy smile on his face.