Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"This kind of portal requires very precise coordinates and rune positioning, so it can only be opened in specific places."

Looking at the blue portal in front of him, Harry took a breath and walked over.

Unlike the previous few teleportations, the experience of passing through the portal this time was obviously much more comfortable.

Without that strange feeling of backlog, Harry seemed to have just passed through a curtain and arrived in Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore's office remained the same as before. Fawkes the phoenix was lazily lying in its nest, and the piece of ice that froze the red stone was now surrounded by some glowing magic circles. Two men in armor holding swords were guarding the ice.

Just as Harry was looking at the huge block of ice, Dumbledore and Qiu Zhang also came here through the portal.

But when Dumbledore returned to his office, he was holding a bunch of skulls in his hands like a barbarian.

"professor?"

Harry looked at the pile of skulls in Dumbledore's hand with some surprise.

"I have a guess about those black-robed men we met today."

As Dumbledore spoke, he placed the pile of skulls on his desk and waved his wand. Several thick books flew in front of him, floating in the air and turning pages rapidly.

Dumbledore also picked up a skull from the table, as if comparing something.

After a moment, Harry heard Dumbledore sigh.

"Harry, I'm afraid we're going to face some troublesome opponents next."

Dumbledore waved his wand and one of the books and a skull on the table flew in front of Harry.

Harry looked at the book as it turned to the page about Yeardley Pratt.

"Oh, this way, you may not be able to tell."

After Dumbledore waved his wand again, phantoms of flesh and blood began to appear on the skull, and finally turned into a human head that was 80% similar to the portrait in the book.

"Voldemort is resurrecting ancient wizards? What is this? A lich?"

Harry frowned as he looked at the head floating in front of him. When mentioning the undead spellcasters and knights, Harry's first reaction was that he was encountering a lich and a death knight.

However, the tactics and skills used by these black-robed men and black-robed knights were far from the liches and death knights Harry knew.

If the liches and death knights he encountered today were the ones he remembered, the battle would never have ended so easily.

At least those liches won't use the same move, Death Cloud, over and over again.

"Not much like liches, and they're also a little different from the death knights I've seen."

Dumbledore shook his head behind his desk. He looked a little tired at this moment.

"I'm sorry Harry, I have to go talk to the Minister and Scrimgeour about this now."

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Dumbledore was walking towards the fireplace, Harry called out to Dumbledore.

"Professor, that thing with tentacles on its face is a creature called a mind flayer..."

Looking at Dumbledore, Harry took a minute to briefly introduce to Dumbledore the characteristics of the creature called the Mind Flayer.

After listening to this, Dumbledore's already tired expression became even more tired.

The expression on his face was like taking a bite of an apple and then finding a hole in it that was bitten by a worm.

Then, while staring at the hole, something like half a worm crawled out of the hole.

"This is very important information."

After saying this, before Harry left, Dumbledore grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace.

Walking out of Dumbledore's office and looking at the familiar environment around him, Harry felt a little dazed.

"Harry, do you want to..."

Seeing that Harry was not in a good mood, Qiu Zhang was about to ask Harry if he wanted to go to the greenhouse in the castle with him to relax.

Harry raised his hand and interrupted Qiu Zhang.

"Sorry, my mind is a bit confused right now... I want to go back and rest for a while."

"Then I'll take it to you."

Qiu Zhang accompanied Harry back to the Gryffindor common room. After watching Harry disappear into the doorway behind the portrait, Qiu Zhang gritted his teeth and trotted away.

After returning to the dormitory, Ron wanted to ask Harry where he had been and why he came back so late.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Draco noticed that Harry's expression was not right and stopped him, telling Ron not to disturb Harry.

Harry, who was a little dazed, hung his equipment back into the weapon box that automatically returned to the dormitory, then sat on his bed and began to review what happened today.

Apparently, for some unknown reason, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes had been activated, and now he had to deal with two Voldemorts at the same time.

Harry suddenly felt a little irritated when he thought of this.

As if a mind flayer that has been secretly causing trouble and perhaps already built a nest wasn't exciting enough, now a necromancer has appeared who can resurrect the undead in large numbers.

There is no doubt that this is already a war.

The bad thing is that this time, apart from the fact that his enemy is Voldemort, he knows almost nothing about them.

Harry felt irritated at the thought of the two Voldemorts leaving with the ghost of his mother.

If I had a Dimension Anchor Scroll, or even a Fireball Scroll, why couldn't the Holy Slash be fired remotely with a longsword... Wait...

Thinking of this, a light bulb suddenly lit up in Harry's mind, and a vague idea came into his mind.

Harry sat on the bed, stroking his chin and thinking for a while. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea should be feasible.

"Draco! Draco! Draco!"

Harry, who had an idea, excitedly jumped off his bed, rushed to Draco's bed and shook him hard to wake up Draco who had just fallen asleep.

"What's wrong? Harry, is the Dark Lord calling?"

Draco, who was awakened by Harry, looked at Harry strangely, whose face was full of excitement.

"Draco, I remember you told me before that when you fight monsters, you will apply the corresponding sword oil on your sword and use bombs, right?"

Although Draco didn't know why Harry suddenly asked this, he nodded anyway.

"That's right, but usually our standard procedure is to determine what kind of monster it is, then set traps based on its weaknesses, and then use the corresponding decoctions, sword oils, and bombs."

"So your sword oil can be applied to arrowheads, right?"

Draco's eye twitched slightly when he heard Harry's words.

"You can use it, but silver can produce better results. My friend, you know me well..."

Harry patted Draco on the shoulder, a look of sympathy on his face.

Harry had found time to write some short stories about Draco this semester, and had almost enough to fill a book.

But after listening to Draco's little story, Harry felt that he owed a lot to the Church of Woking.

Although everyone was doing similar work, the treatment that Draco and I had received in the past was worlds apart.

So when Draco occasionally asked about his adventures, Harry, who knew that there was a time when Draco was so poor that he almost ate rats, was too embarrassed to tell him that when Draco was adventuring, he would always stay in a luxurious hotel room whenever he went into the city.

Even if you sleep outdoors, sometimes you can use the wizard's mansion spell to your advantage.

To Harry, money is just a number used to show his devotion to Woking.

Harry had not been short of money since his first adventure.

Seeing Draco about to start talking about the witcher's money-saving tips again, Harry quickly interrupted Draco.

"My friend, I have an idea."

115 I! Lucius! Loyalty!

Draco was already used to Harry's endless ideas.

Often when he was eating or in class, some strange ideas would pop up in Harry's mind.

For example, after a potions class, Harry suddenly said to Draco, "It's so troublesome to process and weigh potions nowadays. If we can just process the raw materials that can be processed in advance and package them according to the minimum amount commonly used in potions and sell them, even if it's a little more expensive, there should be a market for it, right?"

Draco was a little confused about Harry's idea. Who on earth would spend extra money to buy pre-processed and measured potion ingredients instead of buying cheaper raw materials and processing them themselves?

Then Draco watched as Harry reached an agreement with a potion material merchant in Diagon Alley, and Harry received at least 20 Galleons' share from the potion packaging business every week.

Damn it! If Harry had been my companion back then, my life wouldn't have been so difficult.

So when Harry said he had an idea now, Draco thought Harry had come up with another clever way to make money.

However, this time Harry was not talking about money.

"Draco, if I enchant and oil the bullet, can I then attach the Holy Slash to the bullet when I shoot it?"

After hearing what Harry said, Draco had only one thought: "Huh?"

Just like Draco couldn't understand why anyone would spend more money to buy potion ingredients that were simply processed and pre-packaged in measured portions.

Draco also didn't understand why Harry always had all kinds of strange ideas in his mind.

He even started to consider enchanting the bullets, but as an experienced demon hunter, after his initial surprise, Draco felt that this idea had some merits in theory.

But it just costs too much...Oh, Harry is not short of money, so it's okay.

At Hogwarts, Harry and Draco were discussing how to enchant bullets and release magic through firearms.

In Malfoy Manor, Lucius, hunched over as if he had suffered a serious illness, walked into a secret room in the manor.

As an old English Black Banner family that entered the country with Duke William during the Norman Conquest, the Malfoy family has been operating in this manor for hundreds of years.

To this day, Malfoy Manor still preserves the Duke William's investiture decree and some letters that the ancestors once communicated with Queen Elizabeth II. These are original historical documents that would shock Muggle historians first and then make them ecstatic.

Therefore, as a building that was built almost at the same time as Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor naturally has many secret rooms and secret passages that are difficult for outsiders to detect.

Those are the historical legacies left behind by the Malfoys during the English Civil War.

When the door of the secret room was opened, a skeleton wearing armor under a black robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist and a magic wand in his hand was standing there.

"Lord Armand."

The hunchbacked Lucius bowed to the skeleton with red light flashing in its eye sockets, although he had seen the marble coffin with his statue engraved and the remains of the original Malfoy who founded Malfoy Manor countless times in the crypt of Malfoy Manor.

But Lucius never thought that one day he would face the ancestor of the Malfoy family.