Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Don't you want to say something?"

Hermione looked at Harry and put down her knife and fork.

"If I say that this all means corruption and depravity, and that Quirrell needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, would you agree?"

Harry shook his head.

"Should I continue?"

Hermione picked up her knife and fork and continued eating.

Seeing Hermione's performance, Harry's mouth twitched slightly.

Maybe it's time to find some time for everyone to have a drink together. The current team atmosphere doesn't seem like the atmosphere that should exist in a team that has just successfully completed an adventure.

Just as Harry was beginning to think about whether he should go through the secret passage with Draco and Hermione to find a bar in Hogsmeade to have a few drinks this weekend.

Today's owl mail was delivered on time again.

A day later, Harry received another letter from Sirius.

Along with the letter came a photo of Sirius and several Muggles standing in a car repair shop.

In the photo, Sirius was showing Harry the fully-equipped motorcycle behind him, while the Muggles were looking at the world outside the photo in surprise.

In the letter, Sirius said that Harry could rest assured about his car repair skills.

He had learned how to repair motorcycles a long time ago, and even owned a flying motorcycle that was registered with the Ministry of Magic.

But ten years ago, he gave the motorcycle to Hagrid.

And ten years later, he had a lot of new ideas, so if Harry was interested in motorcycles.

He could also prepare a flying motorcycle for Harry for the Christmas holidays.

They could take a Christmas tour around England.

If Harry wanted to.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry decided to accept Black's invitation, but in his reply, Harry also asked Sirius to help him investigate the news about Professor Quirrell.

"Harry, I heard you were injured?"

Just as Harry was handing the letter to the owl, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

074 I've had enough! Harry!

Turning around, Harry saw Qiu Zhang, who had changed back into his Hogwarts uniform, looking him up and down.

"Why do I see that you are doing well and are still alive and kicking?"

After looking Harry up and down, Qiu Zhang narrowed his eyes.

"It's just a minor injury, it's healed now."

Hearing Harry's words, Qiu Zhang nodded.

"I remember I warned you, witch."

Just as she was about to speak, Hermione's authoritative voice sounded beside her.

"So, what do you want?"

Qiu Zhang turned his head and looked at Hermione, who was sitting sideways at the Gryffindor table with her eyes gleaming with electricity.

"Witch."

"Are you going to ignore my warning?"

Hermione, with a giant armed beaver holding a chainsword looming behind her, glared at Cho Zhang fiercely.

"You call that a warning?"

A slightly contemptuous smile appeared on Qiu Zhang's face.

“Why didn’t I feel it?”

A swan with a gourd and a long sword on its back seemed to appear behind Qiu Zhang.

Just when things were getting tense, a somewhat confused voice interrupted the beaver and the swan's gaze.

"Everyone, peace is the most important thing. We can discuss any issues, right? There shouldn't be any irreconcilable conflicts, right?"

Immediately, Hermione and Qiu Zhang's fierce eyes were cast towards Harry.

If looks could kill, Harry wouldn't have a single living cell left in him.

Under this death gaze, Qiu Zhang was the first to retract her terrifying gaze.

"As long as you're okay."

He said before Harry and Hermione could react.

Qiu Zhang moved slightly closer to Harry and whispered to him.

"I look forward to seeing you perform in Quidditch."

Then she gave Harry a kiss on the face.

Then, after giving Hermione an indescribable look, Qiu Zhang returned to the Ravenclaw table with his hands behind his back.

Just as Qiu Zhang left, Hermione's murderous gaze moved back and forth between Harry and Qiu Zhang.

It was as if he was thinking that he only had one bullet and from which angle he should fire so that he could kill both targets with one shot.

Although Harry was suddenly kissed by Qiu Zhang, he was a little confused.

Harry felt that this was only the fourth time he had met Qiu Zhang. Was the progress a little too fast? Did I miss something?

Or is it that shapeshifter who used his identity to cause trouble?

But being stared at by Hermione with such murderous eyes made Harry even more confused.

We are teammates, okay?

What did I do to make you look at me like this?

You just saw it, she was the one who took the initiative!

Just as Qiu Zhang left, Hermione looked at Harry with murderous eyes.

Without any hesitation, the person who rushed to the scene to save the situation was Wood.

As soon as Qiu Zhang sat down at the long table in Ravenclaw, Wood came to Harry like a hound smelling prey.

"What did she just say to you?"

The serious tone in Wood's words made him sound like a sheriff interrogating a prisoner.

"Just, he heard that I was injured, so he came to ask."

Facing such a serious Wood, Harry subconsciously wondered, could it be that Hermione was right before? What was wrong with Qiu Zhang? But it didn't seem like it...

While Harry was thinking, Wood reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, and spoke to Harry in a tone like a wise wizard telling newcomers that this kind of magic was very dangerous and should not be studied lightly.

"She is the Seeker of Ravenclaw. You should be careful not to be deceived by her."

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Looking at Wood with a serious face, Harry was a little confused for a moment.

Then Harry realized that Wood was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"We are just friends."

As soon as Harry uttered this, he heard a cold "Huh" mixed with a hint of sarcasm from the side.

"She knows that you are our new player this year. She must be using her friend's name to find out about our arrangements!"

Wood waved his hand suddenly as if he had seen through everything.

"Remember! Harry! Remember! Don't say anything to her. She's the Seeker. You can't get anything out of her! Don't say anything!"

While speaking, Wood patted Harry's shoulders vigorously with both hands.

The force was so great that Harry even suspected that Wood had some personal grudge against him and was taking this opportunity to settle his personal grudge.

After patting Harry's shoulder, Wood turned around and looked at Hermione, who had picked up her knife and fork and was eating elegantly.

"Classmate, are you Harry's friend? Please keep an eye on him for me, don't..."

Wood walked up to Hermione and leaned over, having just finished speaking to Hermione.

Hermione turned her head and looked at Wood with a much more terrifying look than when she stared at Harry just now.

"roll!"

The word "get out" was as cold as a December snowstorm, causing Wood to take a step back immediately.

However, seemingly relying on his love for Quidditch, Wood still managed to finish the second half of the sentence haltingly.

"Let him continue to contact Qiu Zhang."

After saying that, Wood stood up and patted Harry's shoulder again.

"You kid! Wake up! Quidditch is very cruel."

After saying this, he fled away.

Looking at Hermione who continued to create low pressure at the Gryffindor table, Harry carefully sat back to the seat he had just sat.

As soon as he sat down, Harry heard Draco make a "tsk tsk tsk..." sound.

"What's the matter? You have something to say."

Harry nudged Draco with his elbow.

Draco turned and looked at Harry.

"Sometimes, I really can't tell, do you really not understand or are you just pretending not to understand?"

"Know what?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Draco shook his head again and said nothing.