Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Mr. Weasley, I was wondering how you could tell an Animagus?"

"Professor Dumbledore."

Because the small bottle was applying dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane to his hands, Ron grinned and gave Dumbledore a smile that was a mixture of embarrassment and pain.

"If I say I'm from the future five years from now, would you believe me?"

"Five years from now?"

Dumbledore frowned as he looked at Ron in front of him.

"You used a time-turner?"

Dumbledore began to speak before shaking his head.

"No, this is not a Time-Turner. Tell me, Mr. Weasley, what is going on?"

"I don't know either, Professor Dumbledore."

Ron looked at Dumbledore with a bitter face, the sadness between his brows as if the whole world had betrayed him.

"A day ago, I just finished my OWL exam and took the Hogwarts Express back to London. As soon as I walked out of Platform 9 3/4, I found that time went back to five years ago, when I was about to enter Platform 9 3/4."

At this point Ron let out a long sigh.

"Professor, I know this sounds strange, but you have to believe me..."

"I believe you, Mr. Weasley."

Ron, who had been hit hard for the day, heard Dumbledore say, "I believe you, Mr. Weasley."

Thinking of Harry and Hermione who were completely different from what he remembered, he suddenly felt sad.

Ron's heart had never been so broken when Hermione left him and Harry to become Krum's dance partner during the Triwizard Tournament.

Ron now feels as if they have been a triangle for several years.

Then suddenly Harry and Hermione were married, and Malfoy was the godfather of their child.

Even when I attended a wedding, I could only sit in the last row and eat at the children's table.

My heart really hurts.

Then Ron looked up at Dumbledore.

"Professor, you are the greatest wizard in the world. Can you bring me back?"

Hearing Ron's words, something flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

Those old voices now echoed in Dumbledore's mind again.

'Fools! Our cause is just!'

'Desert, raise your sand and block out the sun's rays!'

'You are courting death!'

……

'If we never meet again, I wish you a happy death.'

Dumbledore reached up and wiped his eyes with his glasses.

"I'm sorry, kid, but even magic can be powerless sometimes."

"Oh……"

Ron lowered his head in disappointment, looking at the group of cockroaches crawling darkly on the plate.

"Hey, don't be so disappointed, young man."

Dumbledore walked over to Ron and sat down, then picked up the cup of hot tea he had just poured from the coffee table and put it in Ron's hands.

"What you did tonight was remarkable. You saved an innocent man and brought a sinner to justice..."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, the mouse floating in the air struggled even more violently.

"Have a cup of hot tea, we have a lot to do tonight."

Dumbledore patted Ron on the shoulder.

He stood up from the sofa and raised his wand, aiming it at the mouse floating on the coffee table.

A blue light flashed.

There was a blinding flash of light coming from the mouse floating on the coffee table, and then—

Just like a fast-forward shot of a tree growing, a head emerged, and then limbs.

A moment later, a man stood where Banban was, cowering and wringing his hands.

"Long time no see, Pete."

Dumbledore looked at the man floating in the air in front of him with a smile on his face, but his blue eyes, which seemed always gentle, were now as cold as the polar ice fields.

"I think your mother and friends will be happy to hear that you are still alive."

"No! Dumbledore! Please, listen to my explanation!"

Pettigrew Pete's face was filled with panic.

"I was forced to do it! I was just hiding because I was scared, please believe me!"

"Of course... I will listen to your explanation Pete, the entire Wizengamot will listen to your explanation."

Dumbledore walked up to Peter and looked at the short man in front of him.

"However, some time ago, I heard a friend say something that I think makes a lot of sense: 'Life itself is meaningless. Only death can make you understand the true meaning of human nature.' What do you think, Pete?"

"Oh no, Dumbledore, please! Mercy! Mercy!"

"Everything is petrified!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, stopping Peter Pettigrew's movements at the moment he was still struggling.

Turning back, Dumbledore looked at Ron, who was sitting on the sofa with a cup of hot tea.

"Come on, child, I think this night is going to be a long one."

Looking at the Dumbledore in front of him who seemed slightly different from the one he remembered, Ron picked up the teacup and drank the tea in it.

"Okay, Professor."

"Then our first stop is the Ministry of Magic. I hope the Minister won't have any issues with our late night visit."

Walking to the fireplace, Dumbledore just lit the fireplace with his wand when he seemed to remember something.

Suddenly he turned around and looked at Ron behind him.

"Mr. Ron, you just said, how did you find out that the mouse you raised was Pettigrew's?"

019 What a coincidence? You too?

Even though it wasn't the first time he was holding a vigil to confess, when the first ray of light in the morning shone through the window and fell on Harry.

Harry still felt sore all over, as if he had just wrestled with a group of ogres.

From the skull to the soles of the feet, there is no comfortable place in the whole body.

However, as a paladin, Harry had already mastered how to alleviate the aftereffects of this all-night ritual.

Harry tiptoed to the suitcase beside his bed and put his sword back.

Then he took off his Hogwarts wizard robes, changed into his morning exercise clothes and put on sports glasses.

Nothing can relieve this uncomfortable state better than a vigorous morning exercise.

He glanced at Draco lying on the bed.

The blond boy was sleeping soundly at this moment.

But his right hand was not placed in the quilt, but next to his pillow.

At first, Harry, who had just walked out of the dormitory, didn't understand why Draco put his hand in that position.

Isn’t he afraid that his hands will be sore after waking up?

But after walking a few steps, Harry suddenly thought of a possibility.

That is, if you put the sword under the pillow, and put your hand there, you will be able to draw out the sword the moment you wake up.

And if the scabbard is a simple wooden scabbard, rather than those fancy leather or metal scabbards.

The volume is amplified by the slight gap between the scabbard and the sword.

You will be able to keenly perceive the movements around the camp.

Of course, it would be more effective if a quiver was used instead of a scabbard.

Before joining the evil team, there was a wood elf ranger who wanted to teach Harry this skill.

Unfortunately, Harry was never able to learn this technique.

Sure enough, a seasoned adventurer would have some special habits and skills.

Opening the dormitory door, Harry saw the parchment Draco had pasted on the door.

Harry smiled, took off the parchment, and turned to look at another bed in the dormitory.

The bed was the same as when they entered the dormitory yesterday, with the quilt still neatly spread on the four-poster bed.

It was obvious that the person who was supposed to sleep there last night did not come back to sleep.

You stayed out all night just one day into school?

Are all freshmen nowadays so wild?

Harry frowned and gently closed the dormitory door.

Although he felt that Ron might have some mental problems, Harry felt that he should still persuade Ron.

No matter where you are, it is always necessary to follow the rules.

Students should abide by school rules when they are in school.

How can you do something like not coming home at night?