Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Harry, the greatsword may be a bit too heavy for you. Why don't you try the one-handed sword?"

Harry glanced at the carving knife that Hagrid had placed on the table, and his eye twitched slightly.

Although Harry is not very picky about weapons, isn't this meat cleaver a little too... simple?

"Ruber, don't you have any other weapons?"

"Of course, wait a minute."

As Hagrid started to rummage around in his little hut again, Harry's eyes, which had been twitching slightly, could no longer hold back their twitching.

As a believer of Woking, although he had changed the world, in order to prevent himself from being robbed by unscrupulous businessmen during business negotiations, Harry had put a lot of effort into the materials during this period.

From now on, it seems that Harry's efforts during this period have obviously been effective.

Among the odds and ends that Hagrid had thrown around, Harry saw at least several kinds of precious materials that were valued in Diagon Alley by durangos and galleons, which Hagrid threw aside as if they were ordinary wood.

There was even some precious unicorn tail hair, which Hagrid used as packing rope.

After discovering this, Harry went back to studying the giant sword.

Not surprisingly, it was also some kind of magical material that Harry was not very familiar with.

Looking at Hagrid's messy hut, Harry felt that this was one of the highest blood pressure moments in his life.

"Ha! Found it! I was just wondering where I put it."

Hagrid pulled out a sword from under his bed that was much longer than Harry himself, although not as exaggerated as the giant sword just now.

But there was no doubt that the big thing, which was definitely a heavy weapon, was placed on the dining table. Turning around, Hagrid saw that Harry's face was red, his eyes were twitching constantly, and he looked as if he had seen something unspeakable.

"What's wrong Harry?"

Hagrid was a little puzzled. He just looked for the sword he made, and how come Harry became like this?

"It's okay... huh..."

Harry took a deep breath to adjust his mindset, then grasped the hilt of the weapon that Hagrid had just placed on the table.

"what is this?"

"Tachi."

Speaking of the katana, Hagrid showed a nostalgic look on his face.

"I used to have a friend who was very good at using this weapon. Every time he swung it, he would jump onto the backs of those flying dragons..."

At this, Hagrid shook his head.

"If you think the sword is too short, you might like the katana more."

Harry grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it outward with force.

"The room is too narrow..."

Harry and Hagrid looked at Harry's half-drawn katana awkwardly.

However, even if the sword was not able to completely leave the body, Harry could see that the material used to make this bone sword was the leg bones of some kind of sub-dragon species.

Such a huge weapon can be made from leg bones alone. The dragon must have been quite large when it was alive.

"Did you make this sword from dragon bones?"

"Sure, Harry."

Hagrid had a simple smile on his face.

"I made this sword using the bones of a fire dragon's hind legs and ribs. Let's go out and pull it out and take a look."

Looking at Hagrid who looked like a child waiting for praise, Harry picked up the sword and walked out of the house with Hagrid.

The weight of the bone sword and scabbard was not too light, but after Harry estimated the net weight without the scabbard, he felt that he should be able to operate the weapon with ease.

The premise is that you don’t need to run dozens of kilometers in the forbidden forest with the sword on your back.

"How did you get these things?"

"You mean the materials for the katana? I found them in the Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid pushed open the door and scratched his head.

"You know the motto of Hogwarts is 'Do not disturb sleeping dragons', right? I thought if that's the motto, there must be sleeping dragons around the school."

At this Hagrid shrugged.

"Then I found a complete skeleton in a cave. It's a pity, it's so big..."

There was a hint of sigh in Hagrid's tone, and Harry's eyes had turned into the shape of gold Galleons again.

Although it is just a sub-dragon, according to Harry's understanding of dragons.

Any creature that is related to dragons will have a certain degree of hoarding.

And judging from the size of this Asian dragon, Harry couldn't imagine how much wealth it had accumulated during its lifetime.

So Harry suppressed his excitement and asked Hagrid.

"Did you find anything besides the skeleton of this dragon?"

"Nothing."

Hagrid shook his head.

"The skin was almost rotten away, and only bones and some scales were left."

Hearing Hagrid's words, a hundred thousand little Harrys suddenly popped out of Harry's mind, and they started to dance the knee-destroying soldier dance to celebrate their finding another possible treasure.

At this moment, Harry also felt that Hogwarts was truly a treasure land.

There is a secret room in the school that has accumulated wealth for a thousand years, and there is a lair of a dead Asian dragon outside the castle.

After I have taken all the treasures from these two places, I must build a temple for the goddess Woking.

Could it be that Woking had secretly registered himself as her voter? After returning from the last time, his fortune had changed.

With excitement, Harry pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

Then Harry's excitement was half gone.

Like all of Hagrid’s previous weapons, this sword is also full of a kind of “wild” “beauty”.

Harry now began to understand why, when he was learning forging from the dwarf, the dwarf always looked at him with an eye nerve that seemed to want to hit him on the head with the hammer in his hand.

Harry felt that he had shown good manners by not jumping up and scolding Hagrid for wasting materials.

"Ruber."

"Ok?"

"You haven't learned forging, have you?"

"No."

Hagrid shook his head.

"I have never been interested in these things, but..."

"I understand."

Harry sighed.

"I know how to forge, and my craftsmanship is decent, so your materials..."

Before Harry could finish, "I can help you forge equipment for free, but I want to take the leftovers."

Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder excitedly and said, "You can forge?! Then you can take all these materials, but is it okay for you to make me some equipment or something? Hehe..."

Harry's heart began to pound as he thought of the materials in Hagrid's room.

"Yes, of course..."

Before Harry could finish his words, Hagrid slapped him back, interrupting the second half of his sentence.

"Very good, then it's settled. You can take whatever materials I have."

Harry moved his shoulder which was a little numb from Hagrid's pat. As the voice of "What you're doing is no different from a profiteer" echoed in his mind, he was about to ask Hagrid what equipment he wanted.

Hagrid looked up at the position of the moon in the sky.

"Okay, our chat time is over. We should go to work in the Forbidden Forest now. Wait here for me."

After saying this, Hagrid returned to his hut.

Soon, Hagrid came out of the hut with a huge ham on his shoulder and Fang's rope in his hand.

Just looking at the size of the ham, Harry wondered if Hagrid had killed a dragon to make such a huge ham.

"Come on, Fang, you know where we're going."

The big black dog visibly shrank back, but after a low bark, Fang led Harry and Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest.

Although the Forbidden Forest viewed from Hogwarts is full of magnificent natural beauty.

But when walking in the Forbidden Forest at night, Harry still unconsciously raised his vigilance to the highest level.

The environment here is not suitable for shooting horror movies. Even if dozens of vampires and werewolves appear, or even a few liches, Harry would not find it strange.

Harry, carrying a weapon on his shoulder that was more like a giant bone spur than a bone sword, and holding the lantern given by Filch, walked behind Hagrid. After walking for a while in the Forbidden Forest, he lowered his voice and asked Hagrid.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

"Find the most troublesome creature in the Forbidden Forest..."

Just as Hagrid answered in a low voice, Fang suddenly roared in a direction in the Forbidden Forest.

"Right there, come with me!"

Just as Hagrid ran in that direction, Harry seemed to hear a "cara cara" sound coming from the treetops.

079 Who the hell are you?! Are you qualified to talk to me?

Harry looked up in the direction of the sound.

The clouds in the sky obscured the moonlight, and the shadowy branches overhead made it difficult for Harry to see what was in the treetops.

"Hey! Harry! Come here!"