Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate
Author: Tachi Nek
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001 No energy! Try again!
"Get up now! You lazy pig! Don't make me kick your ass!"
Harry, wearing a set of sportswear that seemed a little tight on him, stood in front of Dudley's bed. With his arms folded across his chest, he shouted at Dudley, who was lying on the bed, with a demeanor so dignified that even the strictest Marine instructor could not find fault with it.
"Don't make a noise... I still want to..."
Dudley, who was sleeping soundly, just muttered something with his eyes closed.
The next second, he opened his eyes as if struck by lightning and jumped up from the bed. As if he were a real Marine, he stood by the bed with his hands at his sides, head held high, and responded to Harry in a hoarse voice.
"Sir! Yes, Sir!"
"You're five minutes late again today! Soldier! Do you know what that means?!"
Harry walked up to Dudley and looked into his eyes as he asked.
Although Dudley was slightly taller than Harry, he was the one who felt looked down upon. Seeing Harry's arms, as strong as those on ancient Greek sculptures, folded across his chest, and remembering Harry's "encouragement" over the past year, Dudley only dared to swallow his saliva silently.
"Understood, sir."
"What did you say?! I can't hear you! Are you a sissy?! Your voice is so soft! You are so listless! Do it again!"
Facing Harry, who was spitting all over his face, Dudley stared at the wallpaper in his room and shouted loudly as if someone had stabbed him in the butt with a knife.
"Understood! Sir! I woke up five minutes late! That means my snack for today is cancelled!"
"Very good! Very energetic! Now you have three minutes to get dressed. I will wait for you in the garden downstairs."
Seeing Harry turn and leave his room, Dudley made a face in the direction Harry had left and waved his fist. He acted as if Harry was still standing in front of him and he was ready to punch him at any time.
Then Harry's voice was heard from outside the room.
"Soldier! You're wasting time! So now you only have one minute and thirty seconds!"
Hearing Harry's voice, Dudley trembled as if he had been whipped. He picked up the sportswear from the bedside and ran out of the room.
While running downstairs, Dudley prayed to God silently countless times.
Please, I will be a good boy in the future, so can you replace Harry with the Harry who didn't even dare to speak before?
As usual, God did not answer Dudley's prayers.
When Dudley opened the door, Harry, who was so sturdy that he looked almost inhuman, was already standing in the driveway.
"Soldier, you are on time this time. Now, run with me!"
Dudley, with a bitter face, was extremely reluctant but had to follow Harry and start his morning run.
Even though almost a year had passed, Dudley still didn't understand how Harry, who used to be so weak that he couldn't even fart, had become what he was today.
Did this guy make a deal with the devil?
Harry, who was jogging, had no idea that Dudley behind him was making up a story about him making a deal with the devil. Soon, while jogging, Dudley's thoughts had already moved on to the angels sent down from heaven to give him strength, allowing him to pin this devil's advocate to the ground and beat him.
But even if he knew, Harry wouldn't care, because in a sense, there was nothing wrong with Dudley's idea. It was just that the direction was slightly off.
After falling asleep one year ago, Harry had found himself in a magical world. There were dragons, magic, and even demons and angels. There, Harry was accepted into the church of Waukeen, the goddess of wealth, and became a glorious paladin.
Until one day, an airship suddenly appeared and kidnapped Harry. On that nautiloid ship, a kind of parasite was stuffed into Harry's eyes, which would turn him into a disgusting creature called a mind flayer. So, to prevent himself from becoming a mind flayer, he, the paladin of Waukeen, Harry Potter, formed an adventure team with others who shared his trouble. Together, they saved a city called Baldur's Gate from a conspiracy involving the gods and, by the way, saved the world.
As one of the saviors, Harry was ready to return to Avernus, the first layer of the Nine Hells, with his teammate Karlach as promised. There, she was trying to find a way to solve the health problems caused by the infernal engine that replaced her heart.
After waking up, Harry found himself back in London, in the small cupboard under the stairs at Number Four, Privet Drive. At first, Harry thought he had just had a long and realistic dream. But when he sat up in bed, he was just like during his previous adventures, keenly noticing Aunt Petunia's approaching footsteps and realizing from them that she was not in a good mood and was a little irritable. Harry then realized that everything he had experienced was not a dream.
Of course, what made Harry even more certain that it wasn't a dream was that he could still feel the power of a paladin within him. The power he had gained by observing the strict oath of a paladin still pulsed within Harry as before, always ready to answer his call.
So, within three days, Harry's life changed dramatically.
Although Harry was still very thin a year ago, a well-trained and battle-hardened paladin was not someone Uncle Vernon could handle. The danger posed by Uncle Vernon, who was so fat that Harry wondered if he had some ogre blood, was far less threatening than when Harry's teammates were entangled in spider webs and he had to deal with a spider queen as big as a truck all by himself.
And as a paladin, Harry knew clearly that many times it was not necessary to use violence to solve problems. The Paladin is an executor of laws and rules, and must act within that framework.
So, after spending a day looking up the UK Youth Act, Harry came to the kitchen with the book British Youth Law borrowed from the library, along with evidence of the abuse and neglect he had suffered from the Dursleys over the years. After showing the evidence and stating that he had left a backup with a school teacher, Harry offered the Dursleys, whose faces were gradually turning purple, two options:
A. Everyone gets along well from then on, as a family of friendly strangers, until Harry comes of age. After he grows up and is able to work, Harry will repay his aunt's family for the expenses of raising him over the years. Harry would apologize for threatening his aunt's family now, and in the days that followed, he would get along normally with the Dursleys as if nothing had happened.
B. Harry calls the police now and reports to the British Family Affairs Department that his aunt and her family have been abusing him for a long time. While sending Uncle Vernon to a cell to calm down, the Dursleys might also lose custody of Dudley due to improper guardianship.
Under Harry's calm and kind gaze, Uncle Vernon's face flushed so red that Harry wondered if he would be able to catch his breath. After convulsing and praising Harry for five minutes with words like "bastard who should go to hell," "ungrateful wolf," and "freak," he finally listened to the call of his heart and chose option A.
Having received this result, Harry extended his hand to Uncle Vernon in a friendly manner, congratulating him on making the right choice.
Facing Harry's outstretched hand, Uncle Vernon turned his head and spat, saying that even if he made a deal with the devil, he would not shake hands with Harry.
From then on, Harry followed the training methods of the Paladin every day, retraining his body and honing his muscles. He lived by the clock, as precise as the school rules.
Although at the beginning, Harry's lifestyle was as precise as a robot's, all his classmates thought that he was somewhat ill.