Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

His eyes were filled with instructions as if entrusting an orphan to someone else, and then he walked with heavy steps to another empty seat at the long table, sat down and started to eat breakfast.

But judging from the fact that Wood began to lower and raise his head repeatedly after sitting down, Harry was somewhat worried that Wood would drown himself in the glass of pumpkin juice in front of him.

Only when Wood finished the pumpkin juice and started to work on the fried eggs did Harry feel relieved and no longer worried about whether Wood would drown himself.

Instead, start eating breakfast with full concentration.

After a slightly bumpy breakfast, Harry and his group headed to the library just like they did yesterday.

It seems that it is because today is the weekend and it is very close to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next week.

After leaving the auditorium, the young wizards attacked each other more frequently.

Many students from different colleges choose to act in groups.

When they passed other student groups in the hallways, they all reached into the pockets of their robes and looked each other in the eyes.

It's like a scene in a western town where the sheriff and the criminal meet on the main street in the center of town before noon.

As soon as noon arrives, the bells in the town will ring.

Just one gunshot, one life.

Of course, according to probability, it could be two gunshots, two lives, or two gunshots, one life.

If an old cowboy whose bones are probably rotten by now crawled out of his grave and saw the confrontation between the Hogwarts students.

I'm afraid we should raise our hands and shout "Denim is the original in England!"

However, the young wizards of Hogwarts were obviously not as energetic as those cowboys who could fire six bullets in one second.

They just moved forward slowly along the walls on both sides of the corridor in a vigilant confrontation, until they exchanged positions with each other and the matter was over.

If the old cowboy who crawled out of the grave saw these little wizards, he would be so listless.

I'm afraid he would also yell "Bah! Tea-drinking Englishmen!" and then die in his coffin again.

But perhaps it was because Harry's reputation as a 'Bassilisk Killer' was too fierce.

Harry once again enjoyed "heroic" treatment while walking in Hogwarts.

All the little wizards who met Harry and his friends saw that the people coming were Harry and his friends.

They stood against the wall and placed their hands outside their robes to show that they meant no harm.

Although this reaction from other classmates made Harry feel a little strange.

In the past, when I was walking on the street, people would pull over and bow their heads to me.

But back then, people said, "May God bless you, paladin." Or, "Thank you, paladin."

And now, this kind of treatment as he walked around the castle made Harry feel a little familiar.

It seems like I have seen it somewhere.

Harry glanced at Hermione and Draco who were walking beside him out of the corner of his eye.

They both seemed accustomed to this treatment.

Even after seeing his classmates in the corridor in front of him, they all took the initiative to make way for him.

Hermione's face had been gloomy all morning, and it finally started to turn cloudy.

Draco began to whistle a little tune.

Although Harry couldn't understand what tune Draco was playing, he felt that it was a vulgar tune that could be heard in cheap pubs or boardinghouses.

Finally, when Harry reached the door of the library, he finally remembered where he had seen this scene before.

At that time, Harry was still a novice adventurer who had just been taught the sword and was preparing to go to a slightly remote town to spread the glory of Woking.

In that small town, there was such a profiteer who bribed the mayor, the judge, and the captain of the guard, and he was walking on the main street in the town as arrogantly as I am today.

In the end, Harry, together with several adventurers he met in the tavern, hanged the mayor, the judge, the captain of the guard and the profiteer on the gallows in front of the court.

That was the first time Harry was called a hero, and the first time he truly understood the meaning of the vow of revenge he had made.

For a moment, Harry felt a little lost while sitting in the library.

Although he knew that those students were afraid of him, it was only because of Professor Quirrell's assignment.

But this feeling of being feared really made Harry feel uncomfortable.

After all, as a holy warrior, I have always been admired and trusted wherever I went.

Now the treatment suddenly turned 180 degrees, which made Harry feel a little unbalanced.

But this feeling dissipated after Harry walked around the huge bookshelves in the library for a few times.

The huge collection of books in the Hogwarts Library allows Harry to find a lot of things that interest him.

For example, "A History of Magic in the 20th Century" and "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts".

For a seasoned adventurer, knowing yourself and your enemy and then adopting appropriate tactics are always important components of adventure.

In the past, there were always various talented people in a team of adventurers.

From a wanderer who can discover and crack mechanisms, sneak into doors and pick locks, or stuff/take things from certain people.

To a wizard who is familiar with arcane secrets and can dispel or counter magical traps.

And there are naturalists who can identify the eras from which relics encountered during adventures come, and so on.

But now Harry felt that his team...how should I put it...

It was enough in combat, but in areas outside of combat, it seemed that Draco was a reliable potions master.

In other areas, there is basically nothing.

Apart from knowing that the short-term goal is to find and destroy the shapeshifters and the long-term goal is to kill Voldemort, he knows almost nothing else.

Especially the ratio of newcomers to troublemakers in the team is so high that any adventurer would have a headache and start thinking about whether to break up peacefully.

However, Harry, who had been tempered in many adventurer teams, also knew that trust and cohesion between teams could not be established by drinking a round of drinks together in a pub.

What's more, they didn't even drink that round of wine.

Everything has to be done slowly.

While Hermione was obsessed with the list, not knowing what it was for, Draco and Ron were still stuck with their homework.

You can only make up for the team's shortcomings by yourself.

As for special talents like Goyle and Crabbe, Harry felt that it was enough to give them extra food.

Giving them any burden other than calories would be irresponsible to ourselves and our teammates.

Although he was catching up on his history, in addition to researching what Voldemort might have done, Harry also drew a diagram of the saddle for his own broomstick.

Based on past experience, Harry still designed a high-bridge saddle that allows users to free their hands while riding.

But Harry was a little undecided about the design of the stirrup.

After all, today's flying brooms have pedals.

But the position of the footrest is obviously not designed for placing a saddle.

So Harry copied a pair of saddles and put them on.

By the time dinner came, Draco and Ron had finally finished their damn homework and were able to return to Gryffindor Tower after dinner.

Harry dropped by the Owlery, and with the little meat that was left over from dinner, he found an owl from the school and sent the blueprints for the saddle to Madam Malkin's robe shop.

After doing all this, everyone can finally gather in the hotel to relax as if they were after an adventure.

Sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, chatting idly.

Hermione finally lifted her up after hiding her behind an old book where she couldn't even read the name on the cover.

"Guys, how long has it been since we last went there to check?"

"There?"

Ron took out a pack of Exploding Cards from his pocket and was shuffling them as if to build a card castle. He raised his head and looked at Hermione strangely.

Although Ron didn't quite understand the situation, Harry and Draco still understood what Hermione was talking about.

Room of Requirement.

Ever since their encounter with the shapeshifter, Harry and his friends have been rendering the Room of Requirement inoperable by replacing its bricks.

It has been almost a week now, and according to Old Seventeen, this practice has caused considerable trouble to the elves at Hogwarts.

Now the old and dilapidated furniture in the castle that could not be repaired was placed in the kitchen where they lived.

Harry felt very sorry for the house-elves he had never met.

And Harry was really envious of the ownerless things piled there.

After all, we have to develop Gwent next, even with Dumbledore's support.

Harry also needs a lot of start-up capital.

Although there is a lot of gold in his own vault, the paladins who often invest know it.

The wealth gained from adventure will sooner or later be consumed in the adventure, so it is most appropriate to use the proceeds from adventure to invest.

But there is a small problem here, that is how to make sure that your group has cleaned up the Room of Requirement.

It can prevent them from being trapped in the Room of Requirement by the Shapeshifters, or from the Shapeshifters discovering how they hide the Room of Requirement.

After all, if things like mechanisms and traps could be 100% effective.

Then the Adventurer Team can no longer be called the Adventurer Team, it should be called the Suicide Team.

So Harry asked Hermione his own question, "How can we ensure that after we go there this time, that shapeshifter won't discover the way we sealed that place off."

Hermione smiled slightly at Harry's question, a 'silly, I knew you would ask' smile on her face.

Hermione pulled her wand from her robes and tapped a cushion beside her.

"Shrink quickly."

The cushion that was originally enough for people to sit on comfortably immediately shrank to the point where it could barely be used as a coaster.

“There are indeed many interesting things hidden in the old books in the library.”

Hermione looked at Harry and smiled.