Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Dali patted his chest.

“And I have no use for it.”

Harry looked at Dally and narrowed his eyes.

"What? It's too small and can't fit in?"

"Go to hell! I'll scare you to death if I show you mine!"

Dally glared at Harry.

"You know who my father is..."

"Come downstairs! It's time for dinner!"

While Harry was arguing with Daly, Aunt Petunia's voice was heard downstairs.

Harry and Daly looked at each other, quickly put their luggage into the room, and then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Aunt Petunia had already set dinner in the kitchen. Judging from how sumptuous it was, she might have started preparing it at noon.

The table was filled with various chickens, potatoes, and beef stews, and a glass of eggnog was placed in front of each person's seat.

When everyone was seated, Uncle Vernon raised his glass.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

Even though it was Christmas tomorrow, he wanted to avoid disappointing Aunt Petunia and feel that his efforts were in vain.

Harry ate until he needed to unbuckle the waistband of his trousers, then stopped.

As for Dali, whose left hand was still in a cast, he was fed by everyone at the table in turn. Now he was leaning back in his chair, panting like a gorilla that was burping happily after eating too much.

After a semester, Aunt Petunia seemed to have finally accepted the fact that Harry went to Hogwarts.

Started asking Harry how he was doing at Hogwarts.

Aunt Petunia nodded every now and then as Harry omitted 'a few' details from his description.

Say something like "Lily also studied this in the past..." and then talk about Lily's sharp comments on this course back then.

When Harry was talking about Potions, Aunt Petunia suddenly interrupted and said, "Let me guess, the professor of this course is Snape, right?"

Harry was a little surprised.

"Aunt, how do you know that Professor Snape teaches this course?"

"Humph~"

Aunt Petunia snorted softly.

"Before going to Hogwarts, this kid who lived in Spinner's End knew Lily, and they went to school together for the next few years. But I don't know why they broke up later, and Lily never mentioned Snape again. Then James appeared in her life."

After hearing what Aunt Petunia said, Harry, who had been feeling a little sleepy due to overeating, suddenly became alert.

The stomach that was already stuffed to the brim immediately made room for more melon.

"That is to say, back then... my mother and Snape were very close, and my father was actually..."

Aunt Petunia nodded with the superiority that only middle-aged women have when faced with such gossip.

"You're right."

"That Snape is not a good guy either. How can a man give up so easily?"

As Harry was shocked that he had only just learned about this explosive news, Uncle Vernon made his concluding remarks.

When I saw Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia starting to exchange glances with each other.

Harry decisively slipped out of the kitchen and caught Daly who was trying to sneak back to his room to avoid exercise.

"Now that you've rested, come out for a run with me. Let me see if you've regressed."

Looking at Harry, Dali had a crying expression on his face.

"Harry, I'm on the football team at school, and tomorrow is Christmas, how about we take a day off?"

Facing Daly who was pretending to be pitiful, Harry shook his head mercilessly.

"I've already told you that when you train with me, you can only take leave in three situations: bereavement leave, maternity leave, and marriage leave. Which one do you want to take now?"

Unable to take any kind of vacation, Dali could only go out with Harry and follow the same route they had taken before, running a few laps in the heavy snow before returning to the house.

Next came another round of strength training that made Dali complain bitterly, and then after the training was over.

Dali simply laid down on his bed, not wanting to move a finger.

Harry's comment "Your coach is still a little conservative in training. I have to make up for the progress you missed during the holiday" was completely like, "Oh, yes, you are right, but that's for tomorrow. Can I go to bed now?"

After leaving Dali's room, it seemed that he ate too much, or maybe he had not exercised enough today.

Harry threw himself on the bed and soon fell asleep.

As an adventurer, Harry rarely dreams, but he didn't know why this time.

In his dream, Harry saw a man who was fighting against some unspeakable evil force. When the man whose face he couldn't see began to be at a disadvantage, Harry wanted to join the battlefield with his pink furry rabbit.

But he found that the pink furry rabbit was not in his hand, and his hand was empty.

Just as Harry was surprised, a scream woke him up from his sleep.

Harry, who hadn't figured out what was going on, rolled out of bed and rushed out of his room in his pajamas.

After kicking open Dali's door, he still didn't figure out what was going on.

Harry was then hugged by Daly with his right hand in a bear hug, followed by a spin that brought back some bad memories for Harry.

"Brother, this is an amazing gift!"

When Harry was put down by Dally, Harry saw the source of Dally screaming like a three-year-old girl.

Those were the dragon leather boxing gloves I gave to Dali.

Dali has always been interested in boxing. Even after joining the rugby team, Dali has not given up his love for boxing.

"As long as you like it~"

After looking at the pile of gifts at the foot of Dali's bed, Harry, who was feeling a little uncomfortable, patted Dali on the shoulder and returned to his room.

It was only then that Harry realized there was a pile of presents at the foot of his bed.

Compared to last year when he only received a towel as a gift, this increase was enough to satisfy even the most picky priest of Woking.

So Harry started to open his own present.

The Weasleys gave Harry a red sweater with H on it and lots of candies, which made Harry determined to visit the Weasleys during the holidays.

Black gave Harry a set of professional-grade broomstick maintenance tools.

Draco gave Harry a suitcase of crystal bottles with a note saying 'brewing, coming soon' on it.

Apparently Draco's gift wasn't going well.

Neville gave Harry two pistols in wooden boxes and a box full of bullets, with a note on it saying, "Harry, this thing is much better than a wand."

In contrast, Hermione also gave Harry two blank notebooks, which surprised Harry a little.

Harry thought Hermione would not give him a gift, but in order to avoid embarrassment, Harry, as a former teammate, also gave Hermione a gift. At least this was understandable.

When he finished opening the last gift, Harry looked at the two large boxes in front of him and pinched his chin.

Harry was sure that one of the boxes should be Qiu Zhang's gift, but whose was the other box?

086 Embers Without Fire

Harry's eyes began to twitch as he opened one of the smaller boxes.

The box contained twenty-four small bottles, each containing liquid of various colors.

On the wax seal on the mouth of the bottle, there is a piece of cloth with words written in Chinese and English.

Harry obviously didn't know the Chinese, but for the first time, Harry felt that he didn't know the English either.

For example, 'Frost Down' and 'Rice Rain', what exactly did frost and rice rain mean, Harry had no idea.

Fortunately, a letter came with the small bottles.

Opening the letter, Harry found that Qiu Zhang's handwriting was as elegant as hers.

The letter was short. Qiu Zhang expressed in it that there were twenty-four kinds of "weather"? "solar terms"? twenty-four kinds of wine, and twenty-four different moods.

Although he didn't quite understand Qiu Zhang's meaning, Harry still repacked the gift box and planned to return to Hogwarts to study what "jie qi" was and then decide how to use this gift.

Now the only thing left is the last gift.

After making some guesses as to who it might have been from, Harry opened the gift.

A liquid, silvery-grey substance trickled down to the floor, gathering in a glittering heap.

Harry picked up the shiny silver fabric from the floor.

It feels strange in the hand, as if it were woven out of water.

A very strange thing, looks like some kind of clothing.

As Harry studied the dress, a letter fell out of it.

Harry picked up the letter. Written on it in a long, circular handwriting he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this to me before he died.

It should be returned to you now.

Use it well.

I sincerely wish you a merry Christmas.

There was no signature on the letter, but the person was definitely not Sirius, if it wasn't Sirius.

Harry had some idea who had given it to him.

But what exactly is this thing used for?

Harry draped the fabric over his hand, trying to figure out what it was, but was surprised to find his hand had disappeared.