Prologue Of Big Game
After my cackling and laughing as a maniac finished, I quickly ducked my head down and fled away from the scene because people were staring and pointing at me like I was mental.
I mean I had good reason to laugh like that. The reward was too damn good. With my sucky Gamer System, I thought world travel was impossible for me, but then all of sudden I got a quest that'll give me just what I wanted.
I mean with World travel, I could learn different powers from different worlds and nobody will be none the wiser to notice instantly.
With a big goofy smile, I begin to explore Diagon Alley, with no overgrown bat to brood around.
While looking around shops and buildings with newfound energy, I spotted many locations where I needed to buy my equipment. But I was in no hurry, it was only eleven in the morning, plenty of days for shopping.
"Hey, there lad, fancy some Wizardry icecreams?" The man said suddenly from my side, surprising me for a moment.
"Huh?" I turned right to see Man standing in front of the shop with a smile.
"Yes, I'm talking to you. Names Florean Fortescue, the best ice cream you'll ever get in this part of the country." The middle-aged man said proudly as he pointed at his recently unlocked shop.
"Sure?" I replied pointing to myself.
The man just nodded with a smile as he gestured at the table and chairs.
"So you're a muggle-born eh? It's going to suck for you if you're not careful." He nonchalantly yet politely said, preparing a bowl of ice cream.
Yes, it's that kind of ice cream, not con or plastic wrapper type.
"Half-Blood actually, just hadn't got any chance to buy wizarding clothes yet," I replied, sitting comfortably while looking around various shops and magical items nearby.
"That's good for you lad, some people are still narrow-minded." He said with a huff as he brought Icecream to the table.
So he was worried about me huh? I mean I look like a strange one with muggle clothes among swarms of people in robes and cloaks.
"First order of business, find some clothes," I said to myself while eating Ice Cream slowly. The man was not kidding, this was the tastiest Ice Cream I ever tasted.
"I'll say. So boy what's your name? I have a feeling I will hear your name again in the future." The man asked while moving his Wand around. Oh, he was decorating around the shop.
Wizards do use their Wands for everything, don't they?
"It's Heliel Riddle, sir," I replied politely while finishing the delicious meal in front of me. Who needs breakfast when you can have fresh Ice Cream under the morning sun of June?
"I'll be sure to remember that." The man said cheerfully before standing at the counter, a satisfied look on his face as he gazed at his cleaned and opened shop.
"So how much is it?" I asked before standing up from the table.
"No need boy, it's our long policy. The first customer is the god of luck for the day, it's on house lad." He said with a smirk before looking outside, a crowd of people now approaching the shop out of nowhere.
"See that's what I meant." Mr. Fortescue said smugly before my dumbfounded face before entering his shop, preparing more ice creams.
"That's one amazing luck," I mumbled before exiting the shop with a satisfied face. After eating that ice cream, I was practically glowing.
With that, I left the shop with searching eyes to find something important, which I spotted immediately.
I entered Madam Malkin's shop, surprised at how easy it was to find this place.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said immediately as step foot inside, I looked ahead to see Madam Malkin, a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hm, and regular clothes too. I only have a few pairs of muggle clothes with me." I replied. The woman just nodded with a cheery smile before taking some clothes.
After a few moments, I learned that Magical clothes don't come in sizes, or at least they don't make for specific sizes.
Once she put baggy clothes over my shoulder, they automatically shrunk down to fit my body, not too tight, and not too loose.
After paying a few Galleons, I was a new man, walking down the street with a shiny dark red robe mixed with a cloak.
My previous clothes were in my storage pouch. No, it was called Mokeskin Pouch if I'm correct. My keys, to Black Vault and Riddle apartment key, are inside the pouch along with my new clothes.
I didn't want the Riddle mansion in the first place so an Apartment sounds like a good idea. What's the point of a mansion if I am going to be all alone?
Now clothes are here, time for other school equipment.
One hour later, my pouch was filled with Hogwarts books, not only the first year, the second year too. I did not want to buy any books from Lockhart.
After buying Telescope and Cauldron my favorite part of this trip came.
Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B. C.
"Holy Shit, they've been making Wands before Jesus Christ." I breathed out in amazement, looking at the golden dusty board hung outside the building.
I was amazed, but not too excited. Did I even need a Wand? I was the Gamer, I could probably just spam out spells from my fingers.
But then again I didn't want to be an odd one, or alien even.
With these thoughts, I entered the Shop.
The Ultimate Luck halted Clairvoyance
A yellow window popped up before my eyes the moment I stepped foot inside. I froze for a second before continuing forward with silent footsteps.
Looks like there were already customers inside, oblivious to the fact that I was inside. Was I stealthy or were these people, including Mr. Ollivander inattentive?
New Skill Learned
Presence concealment: Lvl 4/10
The caster can cloak themselves in Natural Magic energy to blend themselves with their surroundings.
Huh, so it was both? I mean I have experience with sneaking around where I shouldn't be in the past.
"Ah, this is a perfect match." The old man sighed in contentment before gazing at his craftwork in the hands of an eleven years old girl.
"Whoa." Girl cooed at the Wand as it released brilliant golden light all around her.
"Ah, 10 inches long with vine wood, crafted with Dragon hairstring. I remember it just like yesterday." Garrick Ollivander commented while the girl swished her Wand around in joy.
The couple beside the girl, her parents couldn't help but smile at their daughter.
"Can I get one too?" I deadpanned beside the brown-haired girl, who jumped in surprise along with her parents, while the Old man's response was a bit reactive, to say the least.
"Grgh! Ahhhh!" The man screamed before pointing a nearby Wand at me.
"Where did you come from?!" He shouted.
"Through the door?" I asked while raising my hand in surrender.
"Put down that stick mister Ollivander, you're pointing at the child." The Man, the father of the Girl beside me, scolded the old man, while all the people calmed down.
"You don't understand, how-?" The old man started to mumble before calming down while putting it away.
"Sorry about that. You guys were so busy I didn't want to interrupt but then I saw her Wand reacting, my legs moved on their own." I replied sheepishly.
The girl beside me sighed in relief, and so did her mother.
"Ah, Mr. Riddle. How did you sneak on me? Pardon my behavior from before but that was the first time in my long life getting sneaked at." Mr. Ollivander apologized with a weary tone for his outburst. Usually, it was another way around.
"You know my name? You're one dangerous clairvoyant Wizard. There's practically a legend outside about how you can sneak on anyone, now it makes sense how you manage it." I conclude with a knowing smirk.
"But how do you know my name?" I asked, frowning inside. He couldn't have guessed my name through magic since I'm immune to clairvoyance.
"You have your mother's eyes." He said serenely, totally copying the same line he was going to say to Harry.
"You knew her?" I asked,
"I remember every child's face I sell my Wands to, my boy. Your mother is the greatest Witch I had the misfortune to sell Wand to." The man whispered, his face seemingly aged decades older as he grimaced deeply.
Two Muggle parents didn't understand a thing along with their daughter, but I did. The man already knew I was Voldemort's child.
"Ahem." Girl fake coughed, melting tension as she turned to me. "So are you muggle-born Witch like me?" She asked, curiously.
I sweatdrop for a moment before sighing. "It's Wizard, and I'm half-blood, but raised in Muggle World," I replied with a small grin.
"I'm Heliel Riddle, nice to meet you." I offered my hand, which she took firmly.
"Hermione Granger, it's so exciting, isn't it? I mean who would've thought magic existed?" She replied cheerfully, going into her chatterbox mode.
While she talked my brain screeched halt as I examined the person I was holding hands with.
While she had her signature brown curly hair, she was no Emma Watson. Not meant to insult her or anything, but she looked like a real person instead of the Actors in the movie full of makeup, she was a normal eleven-year-old girl with some flaws like normal humans.
Like two slightly big front teeth.
"Hey, are you listening? I asked if you bought your books already?" The girl asked, pouting because I'd been ignoring her for a few moments already.
"Yeah, why don't you wait for me to buy a Wand, I can show you guys around and We can return to the Nonmagic world later," I suggested with a small smile, looking at both her and her parents.
"Why not? We don't know much about the Magical world," Mr. Granger said with a nod while his wife smiled.
"Now Mr. Riddle, try this." The man said, pulling out a random box from behind, as he handed down the stick to me.
The moment I touched the wood, it flew out of my hand and whacked against the wall, impaling itself on the wall.
Applewood with a core of Unicorn Tail.
Compatibility: 0/10
Loyalty: 7/10
Failed
"Ahh!" Hermoine ducked down in a little fright at the moment when that piece of wood flew out of my hand with a bang, a sound similar to a gunshot.
"Oh my, that's interesting," Ollivander said with a sudden gleam in his eyes as he yanked Wands out of the wall.
"What happened?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"That was not compatible, too incompatible for me," I replied.
The bushy-haired girl nodded in understanding as brought a new wand for me to test.
"Hmm, this must be the challenge I've been looking for all this time." The old man whispered in excitement as looked around the storeroom.
Suddenly I had a very funny idea. I grinned a little evilly.
"Actually, I'm a little battle junkie," I called out suddenly as the Old man's head snapped at me with confusion. It quickly changed into horror when he realized what I was about to do.
"Don't you da-" Old man again cut off as I continued.
"The more dangerous situations get my accidental magic going stronger too, I have witnessed death and I'm a bit stubborn. I prefer power over control as control can be learned if you have power in the first place." I gave more of my personality as the old man crumbled on his knees with despair and unshed tears.
"What….just…..happened?" Mr. Granger asked the same question going over his family's heads.
"You see , gramps over here assesses the personality of children then start to give children wands that are compatible. The more complex the personality, the more time it will take to find the right wand. And has a bit of an adrenaline rush for finding the right wand with the challenge. And it was probably the biggest challenge for him to find my personality if his first guess was dead wrong."
Understanding flashed over the Granger family's eyes as I cackled with a sadist smile on my face. All of Granger's family couldn't help but let out giggles and laughter due to the old man's heartbroken expression.
"That's…evil ," Ollivander said while standing up with a sigh as he took out the wandbox on the top cabinet's crown moulding.
"Then again harmless evil is acceptable evil." The old man said cheerfully, completely changing his mood 180 degrees with a bright smile. He was still embarrassed about the depressing display but he knew how to take humour.
"That's a good way to look into life." said from the side as her husband and daughter recovered from laughter earlier.
"With all fun out of the way…..I present to you my father's masterpiece creation before his departure." He said solemnly yet excitedly hidden beneath. I leaned excitedly as he opened the box.
"Thirteen inches, unyielding Blackthorn wood with a core of Thestral Tail." He whispered with giddy eyes.
I reached my hand and took the wand out of the box once the old man nodded at me.
Blackthorn with a core of Thestral tail hair
Compatibility: 10/10
Loyalty: 7/10
Success
The entire room froze as sudden pressure was generated out of nowhere. As if gravity itself was increasing tenfold with each ticking moment. All adults looked panicked as they saw the blue-eyed boy glowing golden as he raised his hands, his wand still locked in his palms.
One Hermione Granger stood eyes wide golden aura erupted from her new acquaintance's body like the raging tide. Compared to the golden light she released earlier, it was different. If there was a campfire, this deep yellow aura was like a forest fire.
Just like it came, it disappeared again without any trace.
"Just amazing," Ollivander whispered in amazement. "As suspected, you have great potential, greater than your mother."
I raised an eyebrow before looking at the wood in my hand. It was yellowish brown with unyielding wood. I again raised wood above my head with a grin.
"Harpe," I announced as it spat out another random glowing spell.
The wand was named Harpe.
Harpe: The perfect compatible Wand that increases magic output by 30% more than normal casting.
"You named your wand? What does Harpe mean?" Bushy-haired Witch asked cautiously and with little confusion.
"Immortal slaying blade that killed Medusa," Ollivander answered from behind the counter as he looked at me. "It's at most curious why you named your wand after the blade."
"There are lots of immortal monsters in our world. The reason is pretty simple is it not?"
Both Granger couples looked at me strangely, not getting it while Ollivander's eyes grew wide.
After paying Wand maker seven Galleon I exited the shop with Grangers. While a couple of muggles looked at everything around us in fascination, I talked with Hermione about various subjects. Especially magic.
"No, you're looking into magic too logically. Magic is not supposed to be understood." I answered back to Hermoine as walked close to her parents.
"You're presumptuous, if it was as you said there wouldn't be lots of books about it." She replied stubbornly as she looked over many books that were on display outside of the bookstore.
"All these books are based on the theory of writers. C'mon if Magic was such a logical thing it wouldn't be magic, it would be science." I rebuked.
And of course, this conversation continued as we tried to debate whether the magic was an unexplainable miracle or just scientific reality manipulation via energy inside our bodies.
"Ok…I'm not changing your mind at this rate, how about a little demonstration?" I asked and stop in my tracks.
"It's not something dangerous is it?" Hermione's mom asked in worry as both she and her husband stood behind us.
"No… it's not." I said and pointed at the bookstore. "This is the bookstore where I bought the books earlier. Now ready to be amazed."
The store wasn't anything big, but it had two sections, one outside for cheaper books and newspapers and one inside for important, expensive course books for school. From outside, everybody could see inside the store because of the thin glass wall between the two areas of the store.
"As you can see you can't enter this store without the front door over there." I pointed out toward the door with a small crowd of people a few steps ahead.
"For my demonstration, I'm going to enter this store without taking a single step."
"Teleportation?" Hermione guessed instantly. "You can't do that. Professor McGonagall said only experienced adults can accomplish that without losing a limb." She nearly shouted in a worried tone. Even her parents got worried as they still remembered nearly puking out after how the older Witch brought them here this morning
"Too late." I grinned as I raised my wand just for display. "Room."
I quickly focused inside the store behind a thin wall of glass in front of me as I felt magic running inside my vein. Just as Hermoine nearly grabbed ahold of my hand, trying to stop me from casting a spell, I activated my skill, Blink. Hope Oda sensei won't strike me with a copyright ban from universes away.
"Shambles."
Just as that Hermoine recoiled back in surprise as a boy in front of her vanished like he never existed in the first place.
Suddenly her eyes began to sting as she hung her head. Even though the boy wasn't closer to her yet, he was the only one who was accepting her as a friend, not dismissing her like other children she met before, now he was also gone.
"Okay, seriously I'm not dead." Hermione nearly shrieked as my deadpan voice rang out. I was already inside the store, talking from inside. Thankfully glass was not soundproof because of some small holes around it. She didn't respond to anything before entering the shop through the door with her parents.
A few moments later a brown missile blurred toward me before tackling me, nearly throwing me to the ground.
"That was dangerous, you could have lost your hand or leg!" Girl scolded, her temper setting off as she shook me around with a surprising amount of strength.
"Come on, I wouldn't do something if I wasn't sure it was safe. First, you have to trust in yourself to trust others." I replied sagely. And looking at my newly mousy friend she did not believe me in the slightest.
"Don't scare us like that young man," Her mom and Dad also closed on us with stern expressions. "Most accidents happen to children when they are playing, no matter whether it's a magical world or non-magical world."
I looked away pouting. I was not going to listen to magic-less people even if they were adults.
"Is that rare magic book of knowledge I'm seeing?" I tried to change the subject while pointing at random books.
She didn't even look away for a second before giving me an unimpressed look.
"I like books, not enough to abandon the friend I just made."
"Thank you but seriously stop fussing over me….I had practiced this spell before, there are no risks."
"And that was riskier. Shouldn't you wait until you go to school and start to learn magic?" Mr. Granger said worriedly.
"Meh, My thirst for magic is more than any average Wizard. Some little risks are worth all the results." I smiled, unconcerned about others' opinions.
"Ah forget it, he's not going to listen." Hermione sighed. "Now why don't you help me with books, I will also get books and you will be busy and stop messing with Magic recklessly."
"Why not?" I shrugged before following behind her along with her parent. It's not like I didn't have time to mess with magic. I literally have months before school starts.
Besides, spending time with the Granger family has been so pleasant than the Orphanage I spent for years. Usually, adults will look for reasons to avoid me, or children around my age or bigger kids pick on me. So I was having the time of my life.
It was finally good talking with another nerd, even if she was a book nerd, and talking with someone from the same age group was also a little more decent experience.
If I had my memories of my past life I wouldn't have gotten close to them this easily but I was still a child even with the knowledge and mind of an adult. Fortunately, I just lacked personal memory like name and family, not anything else.
"Hey, Hermoine?" I called out as she turned toward me with Hogwarts history book in her hand.
"I think this book would help you, in the long run, more than history books." I handed her a new book, and she took it with raised eyebrows before looking at its cover curiously.
"Occlumency, guide of locked consciousness?" She read out the title while tilting her head in confusion.
"That's basically Mind Shield. Mind reading does exist after all." I smiled more as she paled rapidly before hugging the book in her arms more tightly.
"But don't you want it for yourself?" She asked worriedly. Honestly, she was a better person than I because she was worried about me first before her.
"I already have a copy with me." I lied smoothly. "You can consider that gift from me for being my first friend."
"You too?" She blurted out before closing her mouth. She must have thought she was being insensitive or something.
"Yeah..non-magical people really hate my guts for some reason," I said honestly. I wouldn't have snapped and cursed a bunch of children to death if they weren't asking for it when they pushed me around.
After a few more books, I followed the Granger family through various stores in the Wizarding market.
After a few hours, we were back at Tom's pub, in Leaky Cauldron.
"So is your guardian here to pick you up?" Hermione's dad asked in a little worried tone as day began to darken a little due to approaching Sunset.
"No, I will be taking Floo transportation, it's equivalent to the vehicle of the muggle world, except you don't need a vehicle," I explained while standing up from my seat at the pub.
"Floo?" Hermione asked quietly as she racked her brain for answers.
"It's a safer version of Apparition, missy," Tom answered from behind the table while policing his cups. "Wizards have been using it for centuries, without any danger. I'm kinda shocked you have access to that. Last time I checked you were here with Professor Snape in muggle clothes."
"Snape kinda just left me after he took me to Gringotts," I answered a little sheepishly. Tom just sighed as if expected something like that to happen.
"So…this is bye for now," I said awkwardly before turning to brunette Witch. "So see you at school?"
"Sure…see you later." She said quietly, her usual cheer missing from her eyes as she looked down at the floor.
Hermione closed her eyes as her mother put her hands on her little head, patting comfortably.
"Thank you for showing us around, this magic business was a lot more overwhelming than we thought and we learned a lot because of you explaining things in 'muggle' terms." She said while patting her daughter's head as her husband looked at us with a hint of a smile.
"It was no problem. It was fun for me too." I replied before backing off and smiling, a real smile on my face. "And I got myself a smart friend for the rest of seven years, didn't I?"
Both adults looked delighted as I made my exit from Leaky Cauldron, looking for Floo's entrance around the Diagon Alley.
"Sweety you will see him again, no need for tears." Jean Granger said softly as her daughter's eyes sparkled, unshed tears reflecting light.
She didn't reply but closed her eyes, trying to control her emotions. "If making one friend was enough for me to cry, why did I want one for so long?" She said sadly before wiping her eyes quickly.
"I even wasn't able to say goodbye."
"Maybe you didn't want to say goodbye because he was your only real friend? It's normal, you know?"
"You will see him again soon." Dean Granger, her father said warmly before frowning silently while his daughter and mother were not looking.
'Why did her first friend have to be a boy?' He asked himself while closing his eyes. It may have been a beautiful innocent friendship but he didn't know for how long.
666
I walked around the dingy street of Diagon Alley as the sun started to set in the distance, giving beautiful twilight around the area.
People were starting to close their shops and return to their homes, cheerful streets becoming silent with each passing moment.
While no one was looking around I focused Mana inside my body and focused around my legs, spine, and head before jumping. Thankfully my intuition came true as I practically flew, crossing various roofs on my way before I slowed down before gravity pulled me back.
Instead of landing on the ground below, I quickly guide my body and land on the ceiling of the store below with ease because of the short distance. Parkour skills helped me land like a graceful cat.
New Skill Learned
Reinforcement: Lvl 1/7
This skill allows casters to reinforce any object or organ to boost their capabilities without breaking their limit
"Ah man, I nearly thought I was gonna die." I laughed with shaking legs as I looked around Diagon Alley from the roof of a random shop.
Hermione was right, I was getting reckless and using magic so randomly. I could have seriously injured myself or even killed myself. That reinforcement could have gone wrong and I could have blown up my organs.
Then again, if I did nothing reckless, life would be boring. And what's the point of being a Gamer if my life was going to be boring?
No. No matter what anyone says, it doesn't matter if it's Hermoine or Voldemort herself, I would do as I please, not bound by anyone.
Because freedom is the second-best thing, only bested by Life.
Now that philosophy time was over I needed to find a safe point to complete my quest for today. I took out keys to Riddle Apartments and hung them from my finger in front of my face.
"If you wanted me to impress you….I don't need your fucking charity." I sneered before throwing keys with all of my strength. It flew like a speeding rock before disappearing from my view.
"If I depended on her apartment, I would never impress myself, not alone her," I said to myself before looking at the setting sun as it disappeared on the horizon, leaving the darkened city behind.
"When you come back mom, I'm gonna blow up your mind." I grinned as my smile shifted more maliciously. "Literally."
With that declaration in my head, I jumped from the roof, reinforcing my body as I landed with a thud, thankfully on my foot painlessly.
"Welp, I'm homeless," I said nonchalantly before walking in a random direction. I had a few thousand Galleons in me, which is very few for pureblood kids besides Weasley.
Speaking of Bloods, my father was Black wasn't he? And I didn't mean it like racism, I meant it as Regulus Black was my father…which means there was someone I could use by selling my father's name.
"Kreacher?" I asked, looking around the empty streets.
"Kreacher! Elf of House Black, come to me or I will find you and throw your bony ass to the volcano." I let out a small shout while imagining a certain house elf I remembered from the Movie.
"What does a vulgar human want with Kreacher?" A raspy voice said from behind me as I jumped and turned toward the origin of the voice with Harpe poking out of my sleeve.
"Damn, you're ugly." I blurted out the first thing that popped into my mind. And I wasn't even trying to be rude. He was shorter than me, bulbous, snout-like nose, bloodshot eyes, many folds of skin, and white hair growing out of his bat-like ears.
"You dare mudblood!" He seethed in anger with a twitching finger. Before he could start firing spells at me, I quickly took out my inheritance paper I got from Gringotts before from my pouch.
Without wasting time, I threw crumpled paper at him, which he caught with his frail hands. He cast me a suspicious look before gazing at the paper in his hand.
"Master Regulus…." He whispered in very deep emotions before suddenly glaring at me. "Voldemort." He hissed in hatred.
"Ahh," I slowly put my hands in the air, trying to look non threatening to the little guy.
"What do you want with Kreacher?" He asked.
"I didn't want to stay at Riddle's apartment, given by my mother no less so I threw away the keys and I'm now Homeless," I admitted with an awkward expression.
"Stupid child shall rot in streets." He muttered to himself before glancing at me. "No no no, no child of master Regulus will be homeless on Kreacher's watch."
He looked desperate as he tried to come to a decision. His hate for Voldemort and love for Regulus were making it hard for him.
"Fine, but if you ever betray your father's blood…." He hissed like an angry snake, "I will kill you myself, even my master was not fond of traitors so Kreacher thinks that master will not be angry with Kreacher."
"Okay….I have no desire to be Death Eater junior if that gives you any comfort." I shrugged with a little smile. I should be a little afraid of this unstable trigger happy elf, yet my Gamer Mind is making me chill around very dangerous and cunning magical creatures I have encountered.
My answer seems to please Kreacher as he grasps my wrist firmly before snapping his fingers from another hand.
And the next moment we both were gone.
And the moment we teleported I immediately closed my nose with my fingers and reinforced my lungs for extra protection.
"What the hell Kreacher, Tom's dingy pub was heavenly compared to this." I nearly screamed as I looked around where I was, and I was not pleased with my current location.
I was inside 12 Grimmauld Place and it was as filthy as the book described it was. smelly damp, dust, rotting smell, old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls.
"My ancestors must be rolling in their graves right now," I exclaimed the first thing that came to mind.
"I would if I could young man, but this painting doesn't have enough foundation to roll around." The old, strong voice said from the hallway as I looked up to see a painting of an old man, sitting comfortably in his royal chair of a high standard, only problem was he was one scary old man.
"Heliel Riddle, nice to meet you." I bowed respectfully before looking into his eyes once more. His eyes shone with some recognition before they rested on mild disgust.
"Son of Regulus," He uttered in some degree of sadness. "And the spawn of Voldemort." And hatred replaced sadness in an instant.
"Aren't I popular today?" I muttered while looking away from the old man's glare.
"Oh father Arcturus, aren't you being too cruel to my grandson, your great-grandson? He returned to us after all these years." A sweet, sickeningly sweet voice came from other paintings as an old woman, Walburga Black said with a very large smile.
"Oh, Banshee is awake," Old muttered as if he was going to hell for the rest of his afterlife.
"Oh look at him how grown up, the perfect face of my son, eyes of Dark Lady who ever lived, dreamy like a fallen angel," She sighed dreamily, creeping me out as she stared at me with adoration. "Just like how pureblood should be."
"Kreacher!" She barked suddenly, making me jump from my place, along with Kreacher and old man Arcturus.
"Why is our beautiful home so filthy when my grandbaby is here?!" She shrieked so loudly, even bats from several corners began to fly around in panic.
"But Mistress said that Kreacher should-"
"I said no such thing!" She interrupted the poor shaking elf as she didn't even listen to what the poor guy had to say. "Clean this place by instant after feeding your new young master and tucking him in his father's room."
"Yes, mistress!" Ktracher didn't even try to resist in any kind as he popped away, leaving me with two old people in the hallway.
"Thanks for looking after me." I looked at the old woman, suppressing a shudder at her adoring gaze at me, "grandma."
She made sure to suppress her squealing but I could see satisfaction oozing off her face. I quickly turned away from her before approaching the old man's painting with a curious expression.
"So why do you have such mixed feelings for me, super gramps? Grandma over there looks like she would smother me to death if she was alive. And you're looking at me like you want to fry me alive." I asked while leaning toward him. I didn't even twitch a muscle when he started glaring at me like I killed his puppy.
The old man took a deep breath, his anger vanished, lingering sadness and regret flashing in those black eyes.
"After my death, I arrived in this frame, just to watch my eighteen years old grandson being raped by sixty years old Witch because she wanted Black blood in her child's vein! You are a byproduct of my grandson's suffering! What did you expect me to do?! Welcome you rose petals?!" The old man shouted in fury as he stood up from his seat, ready to tear apart the painting and fabric of reality so he could wring my neck with his own hand.
"Geez, sorry for being born," I answered back dryly while not budging from my spot, not cowering from the old man's rage. There was no reason for me to get scared, the old man was already dead. I may show him respect but I won't become fearful of some dead ghost resting on a painting of all things.
The old man looked defeated for some reason as he slumped in his comfortable seat, covering his head with both of his palms as he remained there silently, not responding to anything.
"Don't listen to old man sweety, he's just jealous of you." Walburga coed at me while sneering at the old man. "It was the greatest honor of my son to ever sleep with Dark Lady Voldemort and make her bear a child of Black, Pureblood." She giggled and it was not pretty.
"He's just jealous that he didn't have great potential to become a great Wizard like you in his time. Don't listen to him, sweety, just go to your father's room and rest, you must be tired, Kreacher will bring you some food." She said, no she ordered while hiding command in her honeyed words as she gave directions to my father's room.
I didn't have any strength to fight of plot anymore. I was fucking exhausted with today. In times like this, I wished I had a Gamer Body.
After a few minutes of walking around the hallway, I found the room she described on the second floor with an unlocked door. Must be Kreacher's doing.
After I closed the door behind me, a foul smell that stinks everywhere in this mansion disappeared as if it never existed in the first place.
The reason was pretty obvious. This was the only room Kreacher ever bothered to clean up regularly.
The room itself was pretty big, with various books and medals on bookshelves, a study table and chair, free space covered by carpet, and a cupboard full of robes and clothes.
Seeing a big clean bed in the corner of the room, I couldn't help but leap onto comfortable-looking clean white sheets. The moment my body touched the sheet, I couldn't help but let out a yawn.
Ding!
Voice in my head alerted me as I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the familiar yellow screen in front of my vision.
Safe Point found!
Hidden Quest completed!
Find an alternative Safe point instead of the Safe point provided by Voldemort.
Reward: Perk Blank, 5000 EXP
Ding!
Quest Completed!
Buy all of your equipment and find the safe point
Reward: 10 Points, 250 EXP
Level Up!
+2 points
Durability maxed out, upgraded to Rank E!
I grabbed my ears as multiple dings rang in my head. So that was quest completion huh? I certainly feel a little power but it is nothing noteworthy. And I got a little tougher too.
And I was right to come here instead of Riddle Apartment. The main reason I was here was that I could, and Black Family had a massive library full of the knowledge of ancient magic, according to fanfics to be honest but there must be something or it wouldn't make sense.
And this was way more protected than any Apartment my dear mother was going to give me. Besides I was the son of Regulus Black, a rape child, still a son of Regulus black so technically this was my house.
Or was it a reverse rape child?
"Status."
Heliel Marvolo Riddle
Demon Child
Half-Blood
Level: 6 (500/1000)
Strength: F (1/10)
Speed: E (6/20)
Durability: E (0/20)
Magic: D (2/30)
Intelligence: E (1/20)
Stat Points: 12
Perks
Gamer Mind: Perceive reality as one big game. Immunity against mental and psychological attacks.
Parselmouth: It is an inherited trait passed down by blood that allows speakers to communicate and compel Snakes.
The Ultimate Luck: Because of the game, The Gamer has become Fateless, thus not bound by destiny, causing unbelievable fortune and catastrophe due to the butterfly effect.
Blank: Gamer is invisible to any precognition abilities. Even Divine Precognition is useless against Blank.
Skills
Wandless Magic: Lvl 4/10
Ability to channel Magic without any external medium. It is very hard to achieve without hard work.
Curses: Lvl 5/10
Darker charms that bring negative changes on target. It uses negative emotions as fuel to boost itself.
Parkour: Lvl 6/10
Finest physical activity including running and maneuvering with the nigh instance accuracy.
Blink: Lvl 1/7
A downgraded version of Apparition that lets users teleport but only a limited range of visible eyesight.
Presence concealment: Lvl 4/10
The caster can cloak themselves in Natural Magic energy to blend themselves with their surroundings.
Reinforcement: Lvl 1/7
This skill allows casters to reinforce any object or organ to boost their capabilities without breaking their limit
I looked through each word carefully and read the entire window multiple times, not wanting to miss something. So I get additional two points with each level up and I gain one stat boost in each stat, good to know.
That ultimate luck still scares me for some reason. Since I can create new skills, could I create skills like Instant dungeons?
"ID?" Nothing happened.
"Instant Dungeon!" Reality did not shatter like they described it would.
Who needs those cheating codes anyway, I can get stronger without ID Skills, I know I can.
While making countless promises like that in my head, my eyes begin to doze off as I let out another yawn. Food has to wait for tomorrow, I was too tired for today. Hope Kreacher won't be disappointed. And of course, hope that he wouldn't murder me in my sleep for sleeping in his master's bed.
666
Two months later
"Kreacher is saying that it's impossible. Humans can't learn elf magic!" Kreacher whined loudly as he ran away from his crazy new master and ran across these accursed hallways, his new master was chasing him with a little crazed grin as he rode a flying broom without any effort.
"Keep telling me what's impossible, it will only make me want to do it. I will learn your magic!" The gamer shouted with vigour as spun around on his broom, sliding between chandeliers that he was about to collide with.
Living portraits around the wall jerked awake from their sleep as screaming Kreacher and shouting Heliel went past them with laughter.
"Ah! That brat! This is the fourteenth time he woke me up with his ruckus!"
"Oh, can it, you coot, it's been nearly a half-century since children played in this deserted house."
"Look at how he rode the broom so early. He hasn't even started school yet. That boy is a genius, I tell you."
Many portraits and resistants inside begin to chatter, some shouting, some laughing, and some jeering at each other as they discuss new subjects of their interest.
For a long time, they were bored to death because of the absence inside the House of the Black. Now suddenly a new arrival of a resident, a child to be more specific, the house was very chaotic, noisy, and full of cheer. And of course, the biggest boon was the house was clean, and beautiful and everything broken was fixed in these two chaotic months.
For some people or some dead people to be specific, it was a gift from heaven, as they finally have someone alive to interact with and gossip around. And of course, not everyone was happy with how the house became chaotic as of late.
At the front entrance hall, at the end of the hallway, Kreacher dived behind a table, in front of a portrait of Walburga.
"Mistress, please save Kreacher, this devil won't leave me alone." Elf wailed as he shivered with tears.
"Don't be so overdramatic." She sneered from her portrait. "It can't be that bad. That boy is practically an angel in disguise." She praised her grandson as if he couldn't be wrong in any way.
"Where are you Kreacher?! I'm asking to observe your magic, you're running like I'm gonna dissect you or something." The blue-eyed boy said as he jumped from his broom landing behind the sobbing elf.
"Why are you tormenting the poor elf? Isn't there any other magic in the Library to keep you busy?" Arcturus said broadly while resting his head on his fist.
The relationship between these two has improved significantly than expected as the old man now can look at the boy's face without a disgusted expression. There was no love for the boy in the old man's dead heart, but there was no hatred either as the Gamer impressed Arcturus with his vast magical talent and potential.
However, the boy didn't come without some flaws as the boy had a habit to ensure chaos wherever he went. His over-curiosity nearly crossed over common sense as he would not give up on something he was satisfied with.
"But I already finished basic magics recommended for my age, I didn't bother to learn anything from school books since I will learn it at Hogwarts. Now the only thing I need is Elf magic to improve my Magic." The boy replied in one breath with an excited tone.
"It doesn't matter. The human mind is too complex to comprehend Elf or any category of fae magics, that's why we need medium or focus to cast spells." Arcturus replied blandly, hiding his true feelings as he stared at the boy, impressed. His great-grandson was truly blessed with mother magic, now he was just hoping that he won't join up with that wretched mother of his when the time comes.
"But supergramps, I can cast wandless spells, so shouldn't my mind understand elf magic too?"
"No, you fool! Exceptional Wizard like you may be superior to the norm, but you're not almighty!" He thundered. It was best to beat the arrogance out of the boy right now than later, it may one day save his life.
"That Wandless casting of yours is indeed impressive, however, just because methods of casting are changed doesn't mean any difference if magic is the same."
"What the heck does that mean?"
"What that means my dunderheaded descendant that you can only use Human magic because it is compatible with our soul and body. That wandless casting of yours might seem similar to Fae magic, but it is the same old human magic system, only you don't need the assistance of medium unlike the majority of Wizard." The old man explained, simplifying as much as he could as he stared down hard at the boy.
"In another world, stop this foolishness, it will harm your body and soul if you dabble something unknowingly. There is plenty of human magic you haven't, learned, Go master those Human magic before trying something stupid."
Gamer made a sullen face as he walked back inside the mansion, grumbling about something along the line of 'stupid old man, telling me what to do.'
"Hmph, fine, I was getting ready for Hogwarts anyway. Who needs a stupid elf who won't teach me his magic." Gamer shouted before seemingly his body shattered like it was made of glasses, leaving not even a piece of himself behind.
"His illusion is getting better, every time gives me creeps though," Arcturus said with a booming laugh as marvelled at the spooked expression of other Ghosts in Portraits and Kreacher were making.
"How could his illusion fool us, Father? I thought we, dead people, weren't affected by any mental charm?" Walburga finally asked the old man as the rest of the family members in the portrait focused on Arcturus's reply.
"Normally you would be right, but brat is the farthest thing from normal. His illusion was not directed at the victim's mind like normal mental attacks like Confundus or even Legilimency. When the brat teleports, he casts an Illusion at the last second. Unlike normal illusions, his target is the environment itself instead of targeting someone. The only downside is, the illusion is easier to break than mental attacks and this illusion will also affect his allies along with foe." He explained while thinking critically.
"I don't know what you said, but that sounds like my grandson is great to me," Walburga said in a smug tone, snapping the old man out of his stupor as he glared at his daughter-in-law.
Why was he stuck here with this dumb cow? His Afterlife was a lot worse than he thought.
In another part of the hallway, a grumbling teenager opened the library before entering with a sigh. He knew he was getting lazy because he learned something new but he wanted something cooler.
True his wandless magic was good, he was literally telekinetic at this point but it was leagues below in terms of versatility.
Illusion levelled up
Illusion 3/10
The caster can eject mana out of their body that can project illusion around the targeted area.
Yes, this skill was not typical Illusion magic or Genjutsu. Instead of targeting the victim's senses, this magic envelopes the area with caster mana to create illusionary scenery.
It was an area-effect spell.
And this was not the only improvement of course. Our gamer had few charms and leveled Curses in his arsenal.
All preparation was done to venture into mysterious and legendary Hogwarts, a school of wizardry and witchcraft.
Now only a few more weeks remain for the real game to start.