Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"I'm different, bro. I'm not very hard to beat now, but I can run an organization. You may not have heard of Night City, but I was a big shot there. I was the most powerful middleman, with hundreds of mercenaries under my command. I think you need this, too, right?"

“Why do I need this?”

Harry looked at Neville with a cheesy smile on his face and instinctively disliked this slick guy.

However, Harry immediately became interested in this new profession that he had never heard of, mercenary middleman.

"Don't pretend, buddy. I know you. We have the same group of people who owe us the same blood debt. We have to get the money back. Don't you know what the Death Eaters and Voldemort did back then?"

Harry frowned slightly at the mention of Voldemort's name.

"Do you have a grudge against them?"

Neville nodded.

"When you chased Voldemort away, the lunatics under him didn't believe you, and the old lunatic fell just like that."

The originally disgusting smile on Neville's face gradually turned hideous.

"So there were a few crazy people trying to figure out what was going on."

Neville's eyes began to flash with hatred and malice.

"They kidnapped an Auror couple."

At this point Neville seemed to be worried that Harry didn't understand what Auror meant, so he explained again.

"Aurors are a group of wizards who have received professional training and are responsible for hunting down wizards in Yong'an. In the Muggle world, they are basically equivalent to the police... well... let's think of them as a terrorist squad."

"Anyway, after kidnapping the couple, they wanted to know what happened, but the situation was too confusing, and even many Aurors didn't know what happened."

When Neville said this, the expression on his face seemed as if he wanted to tear the flesh of those Death Eaters with his teeth.

"They used the Cruciatus Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses, to torture the couple until Auror backup found them."

A tear fell from Neville's eye. Harry guessed whose parents the couple were, so he reached out and patted Neville on the shoulder.

Neville managed a less sinister smile at Harry.

"For ten whole years, even the best healers at St. Mungo's couldn't help them. After all, Professor Quirrell said that the damage caused by the Dark Arts is irreversible."

Neville took out a candy wrapper folded into a small star from his pocket.

"Even though they were crazy, they never forgot that they still had a child, and this was the best thing they could give me in the past ten years."

Neville looked Harry in the eyes.

"I know that you will face Voldemort sooner or later, and I will give you all the help I can. The only condition in exchange is that I want four people..."

Neville gritted his teeth and squeezed out the names of the four people.

"Barty Crouch Jr., Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange and... Bellatrix Lestrange. In the name of God, give them to me and I will fight for you to the last drop of blood."

Harry looked at Neville, who had a ferocious expression in front of him. When that person hugged him, Harry opened his divine perception.

In the divine perception, Neville in front of him was definitely not a good guy. He had done a lot of illegal things, but he had also disregarded everything for the sake of his promise. He was simply like a devil walking in the world.

"one question."

Harry asked, looking Neville in the eyes.

"Why are you so sure that I will fight Voldemort, and you want me to cooperate with you."

A smile spread across Neville's face at Harry's question.

"Brother, I've said before that I'm the most powerful middleman in Night City. I can tell who's powerful and who's useless with just one look. And eyes don't lie. The most intense flame of revenge I've ever seen burns in your eyes."

076 I heard that you got into trouble again?

"So, you keep calling yourself a middleman, what is this job?"

Hearing Harry's question, Neville showed the same standard business smile as when Harry walked into the market.

"Let me explain it to you this way. Night City is a metropolis, a city of dreams. Every year, many young people come to Night City with the dream of becoming famous. Among them are losers who can only talk big and will pee their pants when a gun is pointed at them, and there are also good guys who will have the opportunity to leave their names in the bars of the next life if they are given a chance."

Neville clenched his right fist and pointed at himself with his thumb raised.

"As for me, I am responsible for giving these losers and good guys tasks that they can complete, and ensuring that after they finish the work, the clients will pay them as agreed."

After listening to Neville's introduction, Harry felt that Neville's job was like a notice board in the town.

However, where there is demand there will be a market.

"It seems that your working environment is not very good?"

"Not very good."

Neville shook his head.

"A company dog ​​who looks like a human being. He said money is not a problem when he was assigned a task, but when the task was completed, he found ten thousand reasons not to pay."

"A young hoodlum who had just arrived in the city cheated a client by bragging, but after getting the money, he didn't do the task but went to the streets to squander it."

"And the existence of middlemen like us can solve these small problems very well."

After hearing what Neville said, Harry understood why he felt that Neville was like a devil when he used his divine perception.

The work of this kind of middleman is just like that of a lawyer if you really want to achieve results and become famous.

You have to keep walking on the edge of the law, or even more simply violate the law directly, so that you can get the biggest order.

Just as Hermione left the team, she faced Neville who took the initiative to show his friendliness to her.

Harry was a little hesitant about whether to accept this kindness, which he was not sure whether it was true or not.

As if noticing Harry's hesitation, Neville smiled and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Rest first. If you need me, you know where to find me."

After saying that, Neville nodded to Harry and left the corridor.

By the time Harry returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the class was already halfway through.

Most of the students were casting magic on the wooden puppets as they had done before.

Harry glanced around the classroom and found that Hermione was not there.

Just as Harry was looking for Hermione in the classroom.

Quirrell waved his wand, stopping the teaching activities in the classroom.

Like an actor on stage, he walked towards Harry with exaggerated steps.

"Ahaha, the great Harry Potter, has arrived in this little Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

Quirrell bent over and looked at Harry.

"Great Harry Potter, now is there anything you want to teach us?"

Before Harry could say anything, Quirrell straightened up and spoke loudly.

"Great Harry Potter, I have something new to teach you all, applause now!"

After that, Quirrell began to applaud.

At first, only Quirrell applauded, but soon other students in the classroom also began to applaud.

Finally, everyone except Draco and Ron began to applaud.

Looking at Quirrell who was clapping.

Harry bowed slightly.

"Sorry Professor, I shouldn't be late for class."

"Everyone stop and let us listen to what the great Harry Potter has to say."

Quirrell raised his hands, signaling the students to stop clapping.

"Sorry Professor! I shouldn't be late for class!"

"Shouldn't be late for class? Huh?"

A strange smile appeared on Quirrell's face.

"Is this what you want to teach us?"

Quirrell turned around and looked at the other students in the classroom and spoke loudly.

"Harry Potter! Teach us not to be late for class! Have you learned it?"

"Learned it!"

“Very good~!”

Quirrell waved his hand.

"Continue your practice~"

Having said this, Quirrell turned around again and looked Harry up and down with an uncomfortable, reptilian, cold gaze.

"Mr. Potter, I hope it won't happen again."

"Yes, professor, there won't be a next time."

Harry nodded.

Seeing Harry's performance, a smile appeared on Quirrell's face.

"Well, Mr. Potter, let's start our lesson today."

Quirrell took a step back.

"I guess the ordinary defensive spells can no longer satisfy you, so let's learn a new spell."

Quirrell raised his hand and summoned a puppet, then he swung the wand in his hand like a sword flower, making the puppet disappear.

"Now that you can no longer see the puppet, what should you do, Mr. Potter?"

Looking at Quirrell in front of him, Harry answered subconsciously.

"Sprinkle a handful of lime."

"Sprinkle a handful of lime? Not a bad idea, but we are wizards, so we should use something simpler."

Quirrell waved his wand again and "revealed".