New Magical Game
New Game selected
Initiating System
4
3
2
1
Game Start
That's the first thing I saw in the morning after just waking up, so you can imagine how surprised I felt before calming down.
I mean just yesterday night I slept on my bed, at Wool's Orphanage, probably one of the worst orphanages in the whole of London and suddenly this floating bubble began to appear before my eyes.
And not to mention another set of memories where this world is past and fiction actually on top of that. That was a hard pill to swallow.
I can begrudgingly accept the concept of Time Travel since this is the time we are talking about, it can be achieved in the future if humankind continues to advance. But being a world inside of Fiction?
Then again, power of the Gamer was also fiction so maybe it was true? Maybe I was inside the Harry Potter universe?
But what about the ten years of my life in this world? Was it fake? Like backstory for my avatar?
Nope, no need to think about it. I'm not even sure if this is the Harry Potter universe. Sure the name of the Orphanage in London matches and the timeline also matches suspiciously to canon but it doesn't prove that I've been Isekaied and my whole ten years of life was fake.
Because of all beating, I took from these bullies from this Orphanage, snide or sometimes cruel remarks from the matron and other workers just because something strange keep happening nearby me for some unknown reason……
Holy fuck! That's accidental magic.
I thought in shock, looking back on how I nearly burned down the orphanage, killed one guy by sending him flying and many other mild magical terrors I caused unknowingly.
"Heliel! Come down here instantly boy. There's a letter for you." A woman barged into my room with a nasty expression on her face. I didn't flinch or cower, just stare at her blank face.
She immediately backed out with cold sweat and fled the room as if she wasn't scared shitless. And she had a good reason for that too because of how much accidental magic I let out these days, because of my bad mood.
How the fuck I didn't think of magic before gaining these foreign memories is beyond me. I just tried to look from a scientific angle, magic didn't even cross my mind.
I just glanced at the retreating woman's head, to be specific, the top of her head where a bubble with letters was floating, completely invisible to people's eyes, except for me.
Mary Cole
Level 8
Muggle
There was no stat, only these letters were visible against my eyes. Yes, this cleared any suspicion I had about the absurd situation I was refusing to accept.
I was the gamer and inside the world of Wizardry and Magic.
"Status"
I said softly, containing my giddiness as a yellow bubble-looking window appeared before my eyes, containing numerous letters and numbers.
Heliel Marvolo Riddle
Demon Child
Half-Blood
Level: 5 (250/500)
Strength; F (0/10)
Speed; E (5/20)
Durability; F (9/10)
Magic; D (1/30)
Intelligence; E (0/20)
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.
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.
Lock On; Lvl Max
Dark curse that brings tragedy toward the target after a prolonged moment of touch with the caster.
Parkour: Lvl 6/10
Finest physical activity including running and maneuvering with the nigh instance accuracy.
I just stared at the screen with a small whistle. So those accidents around me weren't just an accident because of only accidental magic, I freakin cursed them while using accidental magic so I related to Voldemort, or I was his son?
I am definitely his son. No doubt about it. That much higher level of curses proves everything. Especially that Lock on Curse. I must have used it accidentally while my bullies were beating me up.
No wonder they died such gruesome deaths. These students from the school were tormenting me for some reason and a year ago, I snapped.
And just the day after one died in his house when Truck-Kun entered his house through the walls. One died when a ceiling fan fell on top of him out of nowhere.
Of course, similar things begin to happen each time when others started to push me around for fun. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but the third time? Fourth time?
Everyone began to avoid me like a plague after the seventh victim bit the dust, after falling into the river. Of course, I didn't mean that to happen, but I wasn't sad either.
But it stopped bullying so that was a good thing for me.
No wonder I was Voldemort's son. The darkest wizard of all time. But why did his death eaters leave me in the Orphanage? Shouldn't they have raised their master's son like their prince or even kill him if they were extra crazy? But why leave me here of all places? If my knowledge was true this Orphanage was going to demolish in a few years now. So why this one specifically?
No matter. I will just research it later if I ever go to the Magical world in the future. Which was a very big possibility since I have a Magic stat.
But where fuck is MP? Absent HP I could digest since I didn't have a Gamer Body but what about MP? I have a magic stat for god's sake. Let's ignore this for later and focus on things I do have.
Now looking back at my skill lists, no way I only have those three skills. There is no mention of my academic or cooking skills.
So the only conclusion I can come with is that this game only allows specific skills to grow like video game skills, other skills that the game doesn't count have to be learned and developed naturally.
The only thing that concerned me from my perk above was the Ultimate Luck.
It looked extremely similar to the talent of Nagito, from Danganronpa. The ultimate luck. One of the strongest and strangest talents a person can possess that gives both good luck and bad luck randomly yet when you need it it will save your arse unexpectedly. It's a perfect sync of chaos and order.
And as for the points, I'm saving them. Instead of increasing slowly one by one, using all points at once or using a big amount of points in an emergency sounds like a good idea.
"You Little Twat!! I said Come down here!" Mary, matron of this shitty orphanage screeched from the ground floor.
"I'm coming!" I shouted back, without putting much heat behind it. That woman still doesn't have any courage to scream like that in my face.
And I don't blame her after all the trouble I had put her through because of these *random* accidents and deaths revolving around me. And that fear is completely justifiable since two of my bullies were from this shitty place.
The poor woman was still most likely in trauma.
Enough about her, I quickly rushed toward the bathroom to finish my business, then wash my face outside at the water tap.
While brushing my teeth next, I observed myself in the mirror, literally observing myself, not talking about that one Observe game skill that every gamer has on gamer fanfictions at the beginning.
Reflections on the mirror did not disappoint me. Eleven to twelve years old looking face, with black thick hair. It was not messy in the slightest, not a sign of bed hair. My face was pale, a lot more than I was in my previous life. Not just my face it seems, my whole skin is milky.
The blue eyes that stared back at me were the most beautiful shades of color I've seen in my life. Not to sound narcissistic but I looked good, really supernatural.
Enough drooling at myself. I scolded my brain with a mocking face at the mirror before chuckling like a madman.
With that, I fled the bathroom, completely unaware the older boy was looking at me weirdly and mildly fearfully hearing the cursed child of the orphanage laughing maniacally.
"Took your sweet time." Mary snide haughty as entered the dining hall, sitting in front of her. She was staring at the big picture frame on the wall, belonging to Mrs. Cole, founder of the Wool's Orphanage.
"Do you know? There was another freak like you at this orphanage, many years ago when my ma was running this shithole." She said, staring at the photo but her gaze was too deep and distant.
"That's a surprise." I looked at her face with curiosity. "You never said those things to me before, unless you do it behind my back."
"Nah," the woman waved it off. "Not my style. If I want to say you're a cunt, I will say in your face you're a fucking cunt."
I leaned closer, trying to sniff something, anything. "Are you drunk? You're breaking the rules you are supposed to uphold."
"Nah, just emotional." She faced me with the most determined face I saw before from the woman who raised me, along with other children here. But she is not emotional in a good way, like parents to children. Her emotions felt more subdued and darker.
"When I said you're a freak, I wasn't insulting you, boy." She said before picking up the envelope she had on the table as she threw lightly toward me.
"You're a freak because you're not meant to be here, this is not a world for you and your kind. To us, you're freaks, or natural disasters more than anything. Even though I raised you with my own hands, you have to go back to the world of your own kind." She said very seriously while eying me warily. I didn't answer anything, just raised my hand against the gliding envelope coming my way.
I caught it with an interesting look on my face.
"Happy Birthday, Heliel. This is the first and last gift you'll get from this dump." She said with a somewhat somber tone, so different from what I was used to getting from her in the past.
No by means she was abusive in any way, but she was not kind to me either. This was completely out of character from the usual banshee woman who just screamed at me every day as if something crawled in her arse and died.
I opened the envelope and take out later with anticipation. And it didn't disappoint, it was exactly what I guessed it was.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
1 The Standard Book of Spells
by Miranda Goshawk
2 A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
3 Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
4 A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
5 One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
6 Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
7 Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
8 The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass vialsstal vials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat, OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
I just stared at the letter in stunned silence as I read it over and over again. It was like a dream come true. No Harry Potter fan didn't expect their Hogwarts letter on their eleventh birthday.
"So after you go to this Magical world….please don't come back here." She said in a pleading tone. Tears begin to trail down to her cheeks. "I already lost three children because of you…..please leave." She said almost in a broken voice.
Hey, it's only two, that guy died because of a cold. I rebutted mentally while reminiscing past events.
"So do I have to live on the street until school starts?" I asked, frankly, the most important thing after listening to her answer.
"This letter came yesterday, somebody's gonna pick you up today." She replied, taking out a cigarette from her pocket along with a lighter. We both sat there in silence as she inhaled a few whiffs of tobacco smoke.
I didn't say anything for a moment before standing up and heading out to my room with a severe serious face. I was going to be homeless today.
Even if the adult life of my past self was stuffed inside me, I was still a child, I didn't have any jack shit for skills to survive out in the street.
Of course, magic would make the job easier but it sounds easier than it is. But the point still stands that I have to leave the place where I spent my whole childhood.
That stung a lot more than I thought it would, considering she's the one who said that with a straight face, no hiding or buttering up some bullshit.
Not that she was my favorite person or anything but hearing from a woman who raised me since I was a toddler, who fed me and clothed me, saying get out of my first house stung.
"Hey there heliboy, heard you're getting kicked out." An annoying voice brought me out of my trance as I looked up at the stairs, a fourteen years old blond girl sneering at me.
Olivia Piers
Level 4
Muggle
I ignored her words and walked past her, to the end of the stairs to the second floor. She was leaning against the bar, looking at the ground floor with a smirk, before turning toward me with an arrogant smirk, hearing the last part of the conversation below.
"That's right, walk away freak you're not welcome." She sneered. Hate overcoming fear and nervousness as she remembered her boyfriend's (crush) death in one incident with a so-called 'accident' after beating up the resident demon child.
How dare this lowly ant, an NPC treat me like this. I thought in fury before the gamer's mind calmed me down again. Even though burning desire, and impulse to lash out were long gone, cold rage, and desire to inflict on this lowly muggle were still intact.
Good thing Gamer mind doesn't make me an emotionless puppet.
"What did you say? You cow?" I asked, glaring right back at her. The girl shuddered before mustering courage as she walked toward me. She wanted to hurt me, I noticed, but she couldn't do it.
She was pissed but she wasn't stupid.
She just walked past me and entered her room, and slammed her door shut.
I just huffed in anger before heading toward my room.
"Now let's do the packing."
666
I sat in the living room with the neatest clothes I had, with a small suitcase with a few of my clothes and papers. I had Inventory, but I didn't want to make it public anytime soon, even among Wizards.
There were a lot of other options on the Games Menu, but nothing groundbreaking. I experimented with the system to see if I could munchkin it out instantly, alas it disappointed me in the end.
My Game system doesn't have sentience it seems.
The lack of HP or MP was disheartening, to say the least. But I could feel mana or magic inside my body. So it wasn't completely useless. It was like an invisible tank inside my chest, containing lots of chaotic energy swirling around.
It was my magic reserve. It must be connected with my Magic stats. But no HP could be found, meaning I will die like a normal person if I get careless.
Since I didn't have any Gamer's body, I didn't have regeneration factors like a usual Game system that allows gamers to sleep off any injuries in the bed and wake up perfectly healthy the next morning.
I also couldn't learn any new skills by holding books. So no school books for me. If I wasn't myself, and a calm person, I would have lashed out, bitched, and moaned about how unfair it was and how nerfed my Game System was. But I didn't. Being Wizard already was a boon but this Game system was a bonus prize altogether.
I'm not going to be greedy about it.
The main entrance of the Orphanage opened, but I didn't pay attention, waiting for our mysterious guest to enter the living room first.
"The lad's ready, take him away," Mary said before storming out of there, somewhere away for some time.
I watched curiously as the man walked in, his black robe fluttering like a cape, but there was no wind.
His black hair was styled in a greasy manner, crooked nose, and cutting lips, and his eyes looked like dark tunnels than windows of the soul.
His body was thin, but not weakened, if his strong alert posture was anything to go by. His presence was authoritative and strong but not enough to make me sweat.
I just looked the man in the eyes, not caring about his mind-reading ability or known as Legilimency.
While standing up I offered the man my hand, which he looked at uninterestedly before sitting on the sofa in front of me, signaling me to sit down.
I glared at the man before talking to the seat. Before the conversation could begin time stopped, or at least it slowed down as a new game window popped up in front of my eyes.
Severus Snape
Half-Blood Prince
Half-Blood
Level: 95
Strength; D
Speed; C
Durability; B
Magic; B
Intelligence; B
Luck: E
Severus Snape is a current teacher of Potion making at Hogwarts. He's here on a double order from both Dumbledore and his master to bring back the boy safely to the magical world.
Even if you're here for my safety, fuck you, Snape.
"I'm here to invite you to a private boarding school, Hogwarts. Do you believe in magic–?!" His question was cut off as he whipped out his Wand, and slashed behind him.
Stopping many knives that were approaching him silently in mid-air.
Snape just glared at me more harshly. A lesser man, not to mention children would have pissed their pants against his glare and killing intent behind those eyes.
But I was no mere man. Not to mention Gamer's mind was calming down. Not that I needed it or anything.
I just shrugged uncaringly. "You were too rude."
Snape sucked deep breaths before calming down.
"How long were you able to do that?" He asked.
"Long enough actually. I snuck into Diagon Alley one time, so I already know about the Magical world." I lied through my teeth with a small childish smirk.
Snape just stared into my eyes while I didn't back down. Two can play this game. Suddenly something slammed against my eyes….no my mind before the intruder was blasted away from my head because of the Gamer mind.
"Oh my already breaking the law are we? Legilimency attack against the eleven-year-old boy?" I feign ignorance and smugness at the same time while watching Snape rubbing his temple.
"We are leaving." Snape didn't react to my words, merely standing up before looking at me with newfound wariness and a hint of respect.
"Of course," I said cheerfully as I handed him my suitcase, which was caught by him his face stupefaction by my actions.
"You have magic, I'm not carrying it around."
Snape just sighed, not knowing how to deal with the menace in front of him. Even as weak as he was, the boy still gave him chills that he only got from his master.
There was no doubt about it, the boy was truly Voldemort's child. Not to mention ancient blood like Black will make him more dangerous in the future.
So which route should he go? Voldemort's or Dumbledores? No, he can't harm or make an enemy of the boy, no matter how much his blood boils in anger. If he does something, Voldemort will flay him alive before feeding his pieces to Cerberus for harming the next Slytherin heir with Black blood mixed on it.
"You look very intense there sir," I called out, drawing his attention. "But we haven't introduced ourselves, have we? Heliel Riddle, nice to meet you." I offered my hand once again.
This time he did take my hand, a colder hand grasped mine giving me a little pain as Snape shrunk my suitcase Wandlessly before pocketing it.
"Severus Snape. You may call me professor Snape." He said before smiling a little viciously, confusing me a little.
Before I could ask or do anything the world wrapped around me. Before long I was falling through a vacuum of space like I was pulled inside a narrow tube through my navel.
And the next second, we were somewhere else.
Gone was the gloomy Orphanage I grew up in, now I was surrounded by many buildings, and behind me a good clean road, while we were standing on a footpath.
Now I understand why he was smirking about it
But that didn't last as I stood up, my stomach stopped churning just a few seconds after. He just clicked his tongue in annoyance before walking, gesturing for me to follow.
New Skill Learned
Blink: Lvl 1/7
A downgraded version of Apparition that lets users teleport but only a limited range of visible eyesight.
What the?! Did I learn a new skill that easily? Is the game being generous or does it have something to do with the Apparition that Snape used?
"Enough dozing around." Snape sneered from a distance and turned away. I quickly wiped away the window mentally before walking toward Snape.
"You better remember this place boy. This is what connects the muggle world to the magical world. The main entrance to our world if you will." Snape said suddenly as he stopped and head toward the building, abandoning the streets.
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Snape hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have noticed it was there. Maybe I would have if it was only because of muggle repelling charm since I am a wizard and I have Gamer Mind, but it was such a normal and boring-looking place, I would've ignored it without any magic interfering.
The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big bookshop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all.
"Neat, this must be a Muggle-repelling charm. I wonder how it works." I said out loud, as I walked beside Snape. The bat looked at me with some measure of esteem as he nodded with slight approval.
Before long Snape and I were already inside the Leaky Cauldron.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut.
"Severus, escorting a new student eh? Now that's surprising out of ya." Tom the bartender said with a small welcoming smile. The man was kind to everyone like that.
"Headmaster's request." Snape shrugged as he walked away after giving a court nod to Tom. Tom also sent his smile toward me, which I returned.
"Are you always this quiet? Or is it just me?" I asked, following Snape closely as we reached the walled courtyard on the other side of the pub.
Snape stopped in front of the wall as he took out his Wand from his sleeve. He probably kept it there for extra precaution because I tried to chuck knives into his back in our first meeting.
Now that I think about it, I didn't get into much trouble. Was it just because I was harmless in Snape's eyes or something else entirely?
"I'm not fond of wasting my time and energy on pointless chatter." He said in his assholish tone. I couldn't tell if that was what he really thought or if he was just sassing me.
As Snape tapped specific blocks of wall carefully, I memorized everything from behind. I know this is going to be useful in the future.
And walls spread apart, giving me such a scene I will never forget for the rest of my life. The movie scene and words from books could never explain how beautiful it felt.
My soul practically vibrated with Magic, like the Muggle world was black and white and I just entered the world with HD resolution.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons -- All Sizes -- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver -- Self-Stirring -- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
Everything was colorful and cheerful around this part of town. The street was filled with all kinds of people as they walked with Robes and Pointed hats. If I didn't know any better, I would have called them cosplayers instead.
Welcome to the Magical World
Quest activated
Buy your all school equipment and find the safe point
Reward: 10 Points, 250 Exp
So my Game system gives a quest? I thought it only showed a status window, nothing more than a featureless old device.
*
There were no words in the yellow window in front of my eyes, but I could somehow feel something giving me a death stare very closely.
It made my Game system more terrifying for some reason.
Okay, I am sorry. I didn't know you were sentient. I panicked slightly before calming down as bowed my head mentally. I could feel it huff in satisfaction before retreating to where the fuck it came from.
Ahem, ignoring that I began to follow Snape as he led with confidence. We walked through a street full of hustle and bustle of people who were late for work.
Children were holding their parent's hands, couples were making kissy-kissy faces at each other.
Ugh, I didn't need that on my first Diagon Alley memory.
"Remember this place, it's the only bank for Magical Britain," Snape grunted out, as he squeezed through crowds, leading the tallest building in the area.
The snowy white building stood proudly as we neared closer by each second. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was a fuckmothering Goblin.
"Hah, how disappointing." I sighed. "I expected Goblin to have green skin and only be covered by loincloths," I said bluntly.
Snape abruptly stopped in his tracks before turning toward me with a barely hidden snarl, showing crooked teeth.
"Never said something like that again if you don't want to die a painful death." He hissed dangerously before glancing around to see if anyone heard what I just said.
"Don't be Racist like your parents without getting powerful," Professor advised before waking ahead once more.
"It's not my fault they don't look like Goblins from video games and hentai," I muttered under my breath, following Snape.
Unlike my expectations, they looked like a smart and intelligent race. Their beard, ear, nose, and fingers were pointy, skin pales as if they haven't seen the sunlight for forever.
They probably haven't.
As we entered the second door of the shiny building, I saw the infamous poem of Gringotts, which I didn't bother to remember.
Both Goblins on guard duty bowed as we passed by them.
It's not like I was going to follow the rules of Goblins of all things.
"Greetings. We've come for Mr. Heliel Riddle's vault." Snape said blankly as he handed the golden key to the nearest Goblin on the tall counter.
There were hundreds of similar counters full of goblins doing their job.
The goblin looked at the key closely.
"That seems to be in order. "
"Very well," he said, handing it back to Snape, who gave it to me to my surprise, "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"
Another Goblin appeared as he looked at us before looking at the counter, giving us a nod, a gesture to follow him, and heading toward another door at the side.
Next what came was a joyous ride to the underground as I grinned like a loon, Snape looked a little Ill bit who cares about Snape when I was having such a blast?
"Welcome to the Black family Vault," Goblin said, akin to some kind of respect in his voice after we left the cart.
While Snape was relieved that it was over, I was not pouting at all.
"Wait a minute? Black? Why? I thought it was the Riddle vault we were going into." I asked in confusion. Goblin just shrugged and ignored my question, and stood beside the door, which opened with a hiss.
"I will explain inside," Snape said before dragging me inside the vault.
Inside it was the most majestic thing I ever saw, Gold and silver stacking like a cave full of a horde of dragons.
"This is from your Father's side of the family, as the only surviving direct member of the most ancient and noble house of Black, you're an heir of the Black family, at the age of seventeen, it'll all belong to you." Snape dropped the bomb as if he was forecasting weather news.
"If you survive that long that is." He said a little sinisterly before cooling down.
"Who is my father?" I asked, getting genuinely confused. I thought I was Voldemort's son.
"Regulus Arcturus Black." He said, no hint of emotions on his face.
"And mother?"
Snape paused a haunted look passed by his face as he whispered. "Emily Marvolo Riddle."
Holy shit! It's not Voldemort, It's Voldymom!
Well, this truly confirmed that Canon was already out of the window. It's not like I had any plan to play out as canon and become a side background character.
Female Voldemort huh? Why does it sound so familiar? Am I inside some kind of Fanfic universe instead of the canon?
To be honest it really doesn't matter how much AU this world is.
I was going to become the strongest being on this planet, not some sniveling pussy who is starving for the main character's attention.
Because I was the main character here and now. Screw all other Protagonists. If it would come down to it, I will kill them if it benefits me, the Main characters, or the side characters, it doesn't matter.
Not that I had any plan to start a bloodbath for no reason.
After that, we didn't make a peep sound as I collected a few hundred gold coins inside the pouch Snape gave me. Clearly, it was bigger inside and lighter to carry around.
"So…don't I get the ring or something for being Heir? I thought It was a thing." I asked Snape after collecting the tons of coins. Mostly Galleon to be precise. The other two coins didn't interest me.
"Once your uncle Sirius Black dies in Azkaban, you'll be officially on the line of heir and head of the house," Snape said dully as if he just didn't say that I had to wait for my uncle's death to inherit the family fortune.
Ah, it sounds like those old drama movies.
After that, we returned to the surface as we got out of the Wizarding Bank.
"From now on you have to come alone if you have any business here," Snape said, handing me another key, with Riddle's apartment written on it.
"According to your mother's will, if you chose to go to Hogwarts, you already accepted her challenge, thus you'll not receive any wealth or Knowledge from Riddle Manor."
"If you were a squib, I would've handed you a large Mansion in Muggle world, cutting any connection with our world, unfortunate for you, you're magical," Snape said.
"From now on, you're on your own, If you didn't live up to her expectations." Snape paused before looking at me coldly, with no emotions left behind in his eyes.
"You have my sympathy." Snape vanished with a loud POP sound.
Quest Activated
Impress your mother!
Dark Lady Voldemort has issued a challenge to her newborn child before her death eleven years ago to see if he was worthy to carry her blood and will. From the first year of Hogwarts, the challenge will start and last until she is resurrected once more.
Objective: survive and gain fame within the magical world without Lady Voldemort's influence in any way.
Reward: 20 Levels, Various Magical Knowledge from Voldemort herself, Death Eater Second in command (optional) Multiverse Travel
Failure: Striped of Magic, Obviated to the magical world, Live a simple life as a Muggle.
Holy shit! So I got a time limit until Goblet of Fire? Punishment for failure is a lot more merciful than I expected. At least Death or Enslavement would've been fitting for Punishment from Voldemort.
Maybe she's not that much of a Monster and she loves her child?
I mean she had countermeasures if I was born squib instead of asking her lackey to finish me off.
But then again, what does she expect me to do in these four years to earn fame to satisfy her? I mean she was not as famous in Hogwarts as Voldemort was.
At least I hoped.
But even so, a grin was stretched over my face with practically glowing blue eyes.
"Challenge accepted, mother challenge accepted."
Yes, I wrote another story that was bugging me. I'm not apologizing.