Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

He left the hall and prepared to go to Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest.

When walking out of Hogwarts Castle, an old man who was thin but unexpectedly gave people a calm and reliable feeling called out to Harry.

"Where are you going so late, kid?"

"Mr. Filch, I'm going to Hagrid's hut. I'm going to be serving two weeks of detention with him."

As Filch looked Harry up and down, Harry suddenly felt like he was being seen through.

Especially when Filch's gaze swept across his vital points, Harry felt as if he would suffer a fatal attack in the next second.

This made Harry unconsciously tense his muscles, ready to respond to the attack at any time.

But the expected attack never came.

After looking Harry up and down, Filch took the lantern from his waist and handed it to Harry.

"The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous. Don't go too far from Hagrid. When you're done using the lantern, leave it here and I'll collect it. I'll also keep the lantern here until your detention is over."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Although a little surprised, Harry nodded to Filch before taking the lantern from him.

The black lantern was made entirely of metal, although the light from it could only illuminate an area not far in front of it.

But if the chain and the metal stick were taken into account, Harry had no doubt that the lantern could be used as a flail when swung.

Could it be that Filch was hinting at something?

Harry holding a lantern after leaving Hogwarts Castle.

Walking carefully on the lawn outside the castle.

After all, an open environment like a lawn is really suitable for ambushes.

That was until Harry saw Hagrid's hut and heard a dog barking coming from it.

The expected ambush did not come.

As soon as they arrived at Hagrid's hut, Hagrid's door was pushed open.

"Oh, Harry, why are you here so early? Have you eaten?"

"Ate."

"Come in first."

As soon as Hagrid moved out of the way, a large black dog jumped out from behind Hagrid and rushed towards Harry, growling.

"Hey! Fang! Stop!"

The tall Hagrid bent over and tried to grab the big dog, but he couldn't even grab the dog's fur.

"sit down!"

Staring at the big dog that wanted to run towards him, Harry used the command spell without hesitation.

"Ow~"

The big black dog that was rushing towards Harry immediately sat down on the ground.

Although the dog's face was full of confusion, not understanding why it was sitting on the ground, it still opened its mouth wide and stuck out its tongue at Harry.

"Feel sorry."

Hagrid walked over and grabbed Fang by the collar to prevent him from running away like he had just done.

"Ya Ya only looks big, but actually it's a coward. It just wanted to get close to you."

Fang, whose collar was pulled, made a whining sound when he heard Hagrid's words.

"But how did you do it?"

Hagrid looked at Harry with some confusion.

"Forehead……"

Harry thought for a moment and then replied, "Magic~"

"I think so. Come in first."

Pulling Fang's collar, Hagrid pointed to his hut again.

Walking into Hagrid's hut, Harry discovered that the hut didn't look big from the outside, and in fact it wasn't spacious at all inside.

There were all kinds of biological materials piled up everywhere, making Harry feel for a moment as if he had entered the warehouse of a blacksmith shop.

"It's a bit messy here, don't mind."

After fastening the fang, Hagrid looked at Harry, scratched his head sheepishly, and a simple smile appeared on his face.

"It doesn't matter. Dumbledore asked me to come here for detention. What exactly do I need to do?"

Harry asked Hagrid as he looked at a bunch of fangs and pliers from some unknown creature on the cabinet nearby.

"It's not a big deal, actually. There are alien species invading the forbidden forest, which threatens the survival of native creatures. We have to intervene to maintain the balance of nature."

078 The profiteer is actually me?!

Harry looked at Hagrid in surprise.

The reason for his surprise was not because he was going to work with Hagrid to control dangerous creatures.

Harry, who had dealt with druids before, knew that although druids looked like a group of kind-hearted people who cared about flowers, birds, fish, insects, animals and beasts, the only thing missing was the words "Love & Peace" engraved on their foreheads.

But when faced with those who disrupt the balance, these druids are never reluctant to show off their fists as big as casseroles.

The reason why Harry was surprised was that Dumbledore didn't even remind him to bring a weapon when he was going to do this kind of dangerous biological control work.

However, Filch, the administrator with a bad reputation, gave him a lantern that could barely be used as a weapon.

"Um, Hagrid..."

"Just call me Rube."

"Okay, Rubeur, I don't have a weapon with me, can you let me go back and get one? I promise I'll be back soon."

Hearing Harry's words, Hagrid waved his hand.

"I have weapons here. Any kind you want, I have."

Harry looked around Hagrid's hut, but didn't see anything that looked like a weapon.

However, after seeing the box of Draco and Quirrell, Harry no longer looked at the storage space of wizards with traditional eyes.

"Do you have a sword? If not, an axe will do."

There was a time in the past when Harry and Kalak exchanged weapons for a period of time.

Therefore, Harry also has some experience in using heavy weapons such as two-handed axes.

The reason why he changed it back in the end was that, although Harry had no special feelings for weapons, he still felt a little bit reluctant to see his greatsword being thrown around like a javelin by Kalak.

After all, this sword was a high-end item that Harry bought with hundreds of gold coins, and it was used like this by Kalak.

Harry felt that if he didn't take care of it, Woking would kick him hard with her golden boots next time he went to church.

So with Kalak's regretful sigh, "Harry, it's a waste if you don't use this sword for throwing. It feels so good," Harry exchanged Kalak's axe for his own giant sword.

"Sword axe and shield axe are too complicated. I don't have them. But as for swords, which one do you want?"

Hagrid said as he rummaged around in his hut.

Looking at Hagrid who was rummaging through things, Harry picked his ears, not understanding what Hagrid meant.

What is a 'sword axe'? What is this 'shield axe'?

Was Hagrid speaking English? Why didn't I understand anything?

But when Hagrid placed his "weapon" on the dining table, Harry felt for the first time that weapons, as long as they could be used, were not particularly sacred.

But the things Hagrid brought out were a little too... makeshift...

"Um... Rube, what is this?"

Hagrid picked up the huge meat cleaver and the chopping board with a pair of handles from his dining table with some surprise.

"This is a one-handed sword and a matching shield."

Looking at the meat cleaver called a 'sword' in Hagrid's hand, Harry felt like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

Unable to speak, feeling uncomfortable, Harry pointed to another thing on the table.

"And what is this?"

Hagrid picked up a strange thing made of the leg bones and shell of some creature, which looked like a small door or a particularly large window, and looked at Harry strangely.

He replied as if it was a matter of course, "This is a great sword."

Looking at the slab in Hagrid's hand, Harry suspected it was big enough to crush a goblin to death.

Harry really couldn't see how this thing could be associated with a 'sword' other than having a handle.

And Harry didn't think there was any "person" who could fight with such a thing.

Carrying this door-panel-like thing on your back, let alone whether you can hit the target, just carrying it on the journey would make you tired to death, right?

What kind of superhuman being could fight with a weapon of this size?

Maybe this thing looks heavy, but it may not be that heavy when you wield it.

Harry tried to take the greatsword from Hagrid.

As soon as Harry got the giant sword, he found that although it looked heavy, it was actually not light at all.

It was like a wall was about to fall on him, pressing down on him. The weight of this thing was clearly beyond his tolerance.

Perhaps before I came back, I could rely on my long-honed muscles to barely control this weapon in combat.

But now, I have to use all my strength just to prevent this giant sword from knocking me to the ground.

What kind of target would require weapons of this level?

If it were a goblin or something, this kind of sword would not only kill the goblin by chopping it to death, but would also smack it to death like a mosquito.

Hagrid, who was standing by, also realized that Harry obviously couldn't use such a giant sword, and quickly took the giant sword from Harry.