Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Qiu Zhang had said a few weeks ago that if you wanted to find her, just ring the bell.

Although Harry was not sure whether he wanted to see Qiu Zhang, he shook the bell subconsciously after seeing it.

After ringing the bell, Harry looked at the bell in his hand with some nervousness and anticipation.

I want to see how Qiu Zhang will appear.

After all, as a witch who can make magical pills to restore spells, Harry would not be surprised no matter how Qiu Zhang appears in front of him.

After all, wizards and witches are pretty much the same thing, and when Harry first met Gale, the guy was stuck in a stone.

So now, even if the bell popped open with a ding and a portal appeared to suck him in, Harry could still face it with a smile.

But except for the time when Harry first rang the bell, the bell made a "ding ding~" sound like a normal bell, and then the bell no longer responded.

After waiting for a long time, Harry found that the bell in his hand did not respond at all.

Maybe this is just a joke?

Harry has always been a little confused about Qiu Zhang.

After all, for adventurers, apart from occasional celebrations, they may be ready to put down their swords and retire completely.

Otherwise, long-term and excessive intake of alcohol will only greatly increase the adventurer's probability of death. Even the dwarves who move human-shaped wine barrels are not like Qiu Zhang, who is drinking almost every time he appears in front of Harry.

In addition to drinking, Qiu Zhang's mysterious and free-spirited style of doing things also made Harry a little confused.

In the past, Harry never thought that he could connect the words mysterious and free and easy together.

But Qiu Zhang has indeed done it now, which makes Harry even more confused about what kind of person Qiu Zhang is.

However, Harry truly felt the goodwill conveyed by Qiu Zhang.

Maybe I should ask her out during the Christmas holidays?

Just as Harry was about to put the bell back into his pocket, the bell in his hand rang.

Harry looked at the bell in his hand. After a while, the bell rang again.

What does it mean?

Faced with this strange bell, Harry touched his chin.

What does it mean when a bell rings from time to time?

Isn't this some kind of teleportation beacon?

After studying it for a while, Harry discovered that the bell would be much louder when it was pointed in a certain direction, and much quieter when it was pointed in other directions.

The bell seemed to want to take me somewhere.

He glanced at the untouched bottle of Butterbeer in his hand, then at the revelry crowd.

It was obvious that Gryffindor had not achieved a victory like today in the Quidditch field for a long time, so much so that the little wizards at the party were a little unrestrained today.

Harry made a calculation with the careful instinct of a Woking believer, if the party remained as hot as it should be.

After fifteen minutes, if you start selling low-priced drinks, you can make a small profit.

If you start selling higher-priced drinks after half an hour, you can still make money, but whether in terms of sustainability or pure business benefits, you can't make as much as if you start selling low-priced drinks after fifteen minutes.

But there was no need for him to make this little money now, Harry concluded after he concluded that the number of drinks at the party seemed to be in short supply.

After Harry's eyes swept around the party again, he accurately locked onto Draco, who was cuddling with Angelina Johnson in the corner.

From the looks of them, if the hardware conditions weren't so, there would be fresh hot sausage baguettes in the oven tonight.

But even if they didn't know how to make bread tonight, Harry was prepared to give his friends a little help before he left.

So Harry walked to the table where the butterbeer was, took three more bottles of butterbeer, then tiptoed behind Draco, quietly placed four bottles of butterbeer next to Draco, and poked Draco's arm.

Draco quickly looked behind him, and when he saw that the person behind him was Harry, Draco's eyes clearly conveyed the message "What are you doing, buddy" to Harry.

Harry signaled to Draco with his eyes and placed four bottles of butterbeer next to him.

Draco gave Harry a grateful look.

Everything happened in a flash, and the next second Draco picked up two bottles of butterbeer.

"Dear, what do you think this is?"

In Angelina's "Wow~ How did you do that?"

Listening to Draco's natural and even low voice "Magic~ dear," Harry quietly slipped out of the Gryffindor common room.

There were few people in the corridors of Hogwarts on weekends.

Apparently the students were either in Hogsmeade or in the library doing their homework.

This allowed Harry to easily walk out in the direction of the ringing sound.

However, the sound of the bell seems to become more rapid as the distance gets closer.

The hurried sound made Harry unconsciously speed up his pace.

As his pace became faster and faster, Harry simply started running after going down two floors.

Finally, after crossing half of the castle.

Harry saw Qiu Zhang by a fountain outside the auditorium.

I have to say, Qiu Zhang is always good at finding a place.

The last time, I looked at the starry sky from the eaves of the astronomy tower.

This time we were in the small garden outside the hall, looking at the Black Lake outside Hogwarts and the snow-covered mountains.

"What? Miss me?"

Hearing the sound of Harry pushing open the door, Qiu Zhang turned around and looked at Harry.

Looking at Qiu Zhang in front of him, Harry felt that something was wrong with his heart. Maybe it was because he had stayed in the sky for too long? Or was it spinning too fast?

"No, I just happened to come across this bell, and then followed the sound of the bell to find me."

Qiu Zhang smiled slightly as he watched Harry, whose head was still steaming, run all the way through the castle and then walk into the snowy scene outside the castle.

"Then come and stay with me?"

Harry nodded and walked towards Qiu Zhang.

Seeing Harry walking towards him, Qiu Zhang raised the wine gourd, took a sip, and then handed the wine gourd to Harry.

"It's cold outside, drink it, don't get sick."

Harry took the gourd from Qiu Zhang and took a sip.

It was still the familiar feeling of fire burning from the throat all the way to the stomach.

But in this winter with heavy snow covering the mountains, the feeling of drinking a mouthful of liquid fire was much more comfortable than the last time on the astronomy tower.

"call……"

When Harry exhaled a breath of foul air that still smelled of fire, Qiu Zhang had already walked to the fence of the small garden. He leaned his arms on the fence and looked at the Black Lake at the foot of the mountain that was about to freeze.

Harry walked to Qiu Zhang with the wine gourd and handed it to Qiu Zhang.

Qiu Zhang took the gourd and said nothing. He just raised his head and took another sip of the fire whiskey in the gourd.

The two of them just leaned against each other, in the early winter garden, looking at the mountains outside Hogwarts, sharing a gourd of fire whiskey.

Harry drank in small sips while Qiu Zhang drank in big gulps.

Finally, when Qiu Zhang poured the last drop of whiskey in the gourd into his mouth, Harry turned his head and looked at Qiu Zhang with a blushing face.

"Do you have any plans for the Christmas holiday?"

"Christmas?"

Qiu Zhang turned his head and looked at Harry.

"That's still nearly a month away."

Qiu Zhang's tone didn't sound like Harry was asking her if she was free during the Christmas holidays in a month, but rather like he was asking her to dance with him here ten years later.

"Forehead……"

Just when Harry was wondering if he was being a little rash, Qiu Zhang smiled.

"But I'm free on Christmas."

Seeing Qiu Zhang's smile, an idea came to Harry's mind.

"Why, for Christmas you have..."

As Qiu Zhang was speaking, the Hogwarts bell rang. Apparently they had been here for too long and it was time for dinner.

"Let's go, it's time to eat."

Qiu Zhang walked away from the fence, first patted the snow off his body, then reached out and patted the snow on Harry's head.

"You idiot...you're not going to catch a cold, are you?"

"Why are you looking at me? Let's go~ Let's go eat~ I heard there's lamb stew tonight~ Lamb stew~~ Lamb is the most nutritious in winter~"

That night, Harry had the best lamb of his two lives, for some unknown reason than the house-elves put something in it.

The next morning, Harry saw Sirius carrying a large box in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Apparently life outside prison had helped Blake recover a lot. At least he no longer looked like the skeleton he was when they last met.

Wearing a plaid shirt, a leather jacket, jeans and leather boots, Black looked like a Muggle riding a large-displacement motorcycle on the road, rather than a wizard.

Although this outfit made Blake look out of place in the environment of Hogwarts, it did not affect the nostalgic expression on Blake's face when he looked at the environment of the auditorium.

The reason why Black came to Hogwarts this time was very simple.

After hearing yesterday that Harry's broom was cursed and almost killed him, he immediately rushed to Diagon Alley and bought seven brooms, as well as a suitcase with a password that only the user could open, which had a space the size of a garage, and delivered it to Harry personally.

Harry accepted the gift and then began to chat about Quidditch with Black, who was very interested.

While Black praised Harry several times for being James' son, he also praised Harry's idea of ​​putting a saddle on the broomstick.

However, after Harry said that the Takahashi saddle he designed was not suitable for a broomstick, Black asked why Harry didn't learn Muggle motorcycle design?

After hearing what Black said, Harry felt that Black's suggestion did have some merit, but there was just a small problem here.

That is, Harry has never ridden a motorcycle, and Privet Drive, known as "the most boring community in the UK", is inhabited by people who follow the rules like Uncle Vernon.