AN So i have received a very useful review from a reader and I wanted to credit him and thank him for his ideas. They may not be used for a while but I will keep a note of them. So to Blaze1992 thank you for the suggestions. Also to explain some things I have had a few reviews about (actually I think it was the same guy twice but whatever) regarding Harry's character. Remember he is a young adult who has lived a rather cushy, everyday life, who also happens to be a fanfic reader and fan of Harry Potter. He knows some of the theories, has the view of the world that it's split into grey not black and white etc.
What this means is he will freak out in dangerous situations such as when the dog attacked him. And he will suffer psychologically because of it, again look at the dog scene. This is an everyday man who has likely never killed in his life, seeing a creature die rather horribly in front of him, so it should come of no surprise that he is rather traumatized right now, but he is just suppressing it so he can deal with it later. However this does not mean that Harry will do no wrong. He will commit crimes because what RPG doesn't let you go around stealing things. So yeah Harry will be a good guy but he will not be afraid to do some legally questionable things. I know not everyone wanted to hear that or needed to hear that but some people did so there. On with the fic.
Not long after the bell rang a rather excitable man ran into the room carrying a case with papers sticking out of the closed edges. His shirt was ruffled, his tie off center and he was breathing rather deeply. It was clear the man had hurried here as he gasped out "I'm not late am I?" Suffice to say the class got a good laugh out of him. He seemed unlike most teachers I knew who were always prim, proper and prepared. Huh try saying that 5 times fast. His hair was a darker shade of brown and he had a quizzical look to him, as he gazed around the room hoping for an answer to his query. As none was forthcoming, he rolled his eyes and discretely joined in on the classes laughter.
So the clearly unready man dumped his case onto the desk, straightened up his shirt, and addressed the class "Ok, so sorry for almost being, um late, uh again" he laughed sheepishly as those around me chuckled, clearly the man's lack of timekeeping was something the class was getting used to and taking enjoyment out of. He continued "Now for those who don't remember or haven't been paying attention I am Mr Macnamara your maths teacher for this year, as I've said each lesson up 'till now so I hope you actually remember that. Last years class had a load of people who kept forgetting, had to remind them, constantly.." the teacher trailed off noticing that most of the class wasn't paying attention to his little monologue.
He sighed before clapping his hands together gaining the whole class's attention "Now today we will be doing some basic addition and subtraction, just to get you used to school again. I know most of you are still in that summer time drowsy stage so we'll be taking it easy today." I, along with most of the class gave out a mental cheer at the lesson plan. It was easy, simple and something I knew I could do. Not to mention Mr Macnamara seemed to have a rather easy going personality.
As the teacher turned to face a whiteboard at the front of the room, I mentally "observed" him, just so I could get a better idea of what sort of man we were dealing with, and also to start leveling up the ability.
Name: Mr Macnamara
Level 10
Health : 500
Mana : 0
Str: 16
Vit: 11
Dex: 14
Int: 20
Wis: 20
Chr: 20
Lck: 5
I was rather impressed with Mr Macnamara's stats. He was very smart and clearly a good speaker going by his stats. Obviously he was higher than me in all his stats save for luck. He towered over me both mentally and physically. The one thing I had that the teacher didn't, was my magic and gamer powers. So the man was clearly a capable teacher, smart and good with people. The curious thing however, was the lack of description at the end. Did he just not need one? Did only enemies get descriptions? Was my observe skill simply too low to get descriptions about humans yet? The last seemed the most likely given that my skills could level up and improve over time. Closing the screen so I could actually see the whiteboard, I turned my attention back to the lesson at hand.
"Now then, can any of you answer one of these questions on the board here? Anyone?" the teacher asked, gesturing to a series of questions he had written on the whiteboard. They were all rather easy even for 9 year olds, and I could see the gears turning in a few heads as they figured them out. However I saw no one offering an answer. Typical actually. Most know the answer but are a little afraid to answer.
So, seeing a chance to show off and complete the optional part of the quest, and to get the rest of the class to start answering, I raised my hand and replied "I think I know the answer for the first one sir." I kept my tone somewhat meek but still strong enough for the teacher to hear me. The entire class's attention was on me for breaking the tension. Mr Macnamara waved me up to the board. I could feel the eyes of the other pupils on the back of my head. I panicked a little as being the center of attention was never really my thing but I pushed on.
Reaching the board, the teacher handed me a pen and told me to write out my working out and answer. It was a simple problem: 64-38. I chose to set up a subtraction grid with the 64 above the 38. Seeing how 8 was higher than 4, I crossed out the 6 and replaced it with a 5, before placing a 1 in front of the 4 so it appeared to be 14. From there I took 8 away leaving me with 6, then took 3 away from 5 leaving me with a 2. So the overall answer was 26. Finishing with my answer I turned around to face the teacher whose eyebrows had risen up his face in mild surprise. Most of the class looked confused while a few were nodding their heads, either confirming their own answers, or appreciating my technique. Mr Macnamara looked at me and asked "When did you learn that Mr Potter?"
Painting on a mildly embarrassed face and trying to force a blush onto my face I meekly replied "I.. um… read it in a book sir." My answer seemed to satisfy him a he waved his arm, motioning me to return to my seat. I gave myself a mental highfive at pulling off the lie and most likely earning some progress towards the optional objective. A I sat back down and my classmates started answering questions themselves, a screen appeared before me. By now I had gotten used to this happening so I was only mildly surprised when it happened this time, my only reaction being a small jump in my seat. Fortunately no one was paying much attention to me, so no-one noticed thankfully.
You have unlocked a new skill:
Lying(Skill Lv1 25%): Increases the chance that a lie will work. This is not the actual chance that the lie will work, but acts as a bonus, the actual chance depends on your Charisma, the lie being told, and who it is being told to. Current bonus: 5% chance for lie to be believed.
I had hoped that Lying was something I could improve in this weird life/game. Mainly because I could abuse it so much to get what I wanted. And I could think of a lot of things I wanted. Hehehehehehehehe, perverted giggle. That actually got the attention of one of my classmates as they asked me what was so funny. He was a blond haired boy, rather plain overall, forgettable I would say. I dismissed him with a "shoo" motion and a whispered "It's nothing".
The rest of the class was nothing special just some more questions on basic maths and a mini test. I held myself back from answering all of the questions correct, albeit barely. A combination of my adult intelligence and desire to show off battling against the need to still appear like Harry did, at least for a while until I could start carving out my own identity. After an hour of answering questions that I could do in my head in about 5 minutes, Mr Macnamara told us to start packing up. As I was doing so, a new yellow box popped up which read:
Congratulations on earning your first stat point. Stat points can be earned through a variety of ways, though all are linked towards the Stat they will increase. Certain acts will provide diminishing returns however.
Due to paying attention and participating in class you have gained +1 Int.
One mental fist-pump later over the fact that training my stats was finally unlocked, and I was clearing away my stuff with everyone else. Class finished soon after and I chose to follow the rest of my class to our next lesson, still having no idea where to go or what was next. I just hoped it wasn't P.E. Not because of the exercise, though that was not something I thoroughly enjoyed, it was more to do with the fact that I didn't have any sports clothes to wear with me and I had no desire to do the lesson in my underwear. Maybe in a few years when I have some muscles on me and I can get the attention of some fine ass women, instead of some creepy teacher who's interested in small, pale little boys.
To my relief I found that the next lesson was English. I always liked English when I was younger, when all we had to do was write descriptions or stories. In GSCE all we did was analyze the crap out of shit to the point where one word means that the character's a whore all of a sudden and shit like that. Because of this, I knew I was once more going to actually enjoy English. Taking a seat in the middle of the class I took a look at our teacher for this subject.
It was a woman this time around. She was a somewhat chubby, but by no means fat, black haired woman. Her face was round and her eyes were a dark blue, almost ultramarine if my strangely in depth knowledge of colors was correct. She wore a black cardigan and a simple pair of jeans. A large smile was plastered over her face as she looked at us, as if she could think of nothing better than showing us how to write a bunch of stories and stuff. Or perhaps she was imagining the crushed looks we would have in a few years when we went onto GCSE. One of the two. I took the moment to observe her with a whisper of the word:
Name: Miss Turner
Level 11
Health : 450
Mana : 0
Str: 14
Vit: 9
Dex: 12
Int: 19
Wis: 23
Chr: 17
Lck: 10
There was a definite difference between the newly identified Miss Turner, and Mr Macnamara. Miss Turner may have been a level higher but her stats were slightly behind, particularly in the physical areas, perhaps due to her "plumpness". Mr Macnamara was also smarter, but Miss Turner had a greater Wisdom. So she was less intelligent but has a better understanding of what she knows and how to use it. Her luck stat however was quite high compared to both mine and Mr Macnamara's, twice as high in fact! Maybe it was because of their profession or their personalities or how they were raised! My wonderings of the reasons behind their stats was brought to a halt by Miss Turner's voice.
She started by explaining what we were going to be writing about today which turned out to be what she called a "free writing session" where we had the lesson to write a short story or description or whatever we wanted to. My head was filled with ideas, but I knew I had to tone down my skills so as to appear slightly above average at best. With that in mind I picked up my pen and began to write. It was a short story about a thief in the night as he broke into a mansion to steal a bunch of expensive jewelry and other items. It was an eye catching premise, but still sounded like something a young child would write about. Suitably fictional but with a slight tone of realism to it. Near the end of the lesson, after we had been told to stop writing, I was mildly shocked that I had written more than the rest of the class, though it was to be expected given the fact I was way older mentally.
"Alright children" announced Miss Turner, drawing my attention back to the plump teacher, "now that you've hopefully all finished writing, would anyone like to come up and read out what they've written?" Most of the class seemed unsure, but a few seemed to be ready to go if they got any kind of push. A fair few heads turned to me, either due to me being the first to go up in the last lesson or because they had seen how much I had written and was confident mine was good, or long enough to last until the end of the lesson. I chose not to rise just yet but instead turned myself so I was facing one of the more confident students. She was an Asian girl with paler than normal skin, though by no means did she appear unhealthy, as well as long jet black hair, that flowed down her head. It looked remarkably well looked after, and even seemed to shine slightly. I was tempted to ask what kind of shampoo/conditioner she used. I could just see her saying "L'Oreal, because I'm worth it". That thought made me break out into a wide grin, though from the girls perspective, it must have seemed like I was smiling to give her the go ahead, as she raised her hand and asked if she could read hers out.
The girl, who the teacher had called Tai, turned out to be quite good for a 9 year old. Or 10 year old. I had no clue which. She had written a poem about Vietnam of all places, though based on the name and ethnicity, she presumably had family who originated from there or had come lived there at some time herself. It was a beautifully crafted piece that spoke of the rivers, and the jungles, the heat and the bustling cities. While it could have been better organised, each part on it's own was incredibly well written. When she had finished, most of the class was applauding her, me included. After that we had a few more children come up. One boy told a horror story about zombies and vampires, that was rather ridiculous. I found myself holding back laughter half the time, and so did half the class. Another had wrote a description of a forest that was OK by 9 year old standards. Then came my turn.
I stood and walked to the front of the class with a small grin of apprehension mixed with excitement. I turned to them and began my tale. I told them of a man wrapped in a black garb that blended him into the darkness, observing a manor house from afar, watching guards patrol the grounds while planning his way in. How the thief seemed to glide through the shadows, never being seen, never being heard before crawling in through an open window. I did so in a deep, somewhat haunting voice, almost as if I was telling a ghost story, walking throughout the class, stopping here, running quickly over there as if I was playing the part of the thief himself.
I spoke of the thief's nimble fingers and the prizes they plucked from the house as he roamed the corridors, glistening in the moon's light. I shouted when the thief was discovered and raced around as I described the thrilling chase as the thief ran for his freedom, never stopping speaking rapidly, relaying the frantic nature of the story. The rest of the class were on the edge of their seats, captivated by my tale. And as the narrative came to a close, I slowed down myself, coming to a rest at the front of the class, before ending my story with a bow. The class exploded into cheers and claps as everyone sang their praise. It was at that moment I realized that I hadn't held back very much, and my face promptly took on the appearance of a tomato. Well at least I knew I had impressed the teacher, even if it surely would have seemed out of character for Harry to be this good.
I shuffled back to my seat as those around me started raving about how good I was as a storyteller, and how fun it was to listen. Throughout this I still kept my red face, but still thanked those around me, trying to salvage what I could of my supposed "meek" image. Miss Turner had to step in to quiet everyone down. "Yes well, thank you Mr Potter for that incredibly well written story, it was very, very impressive. And just the right length as it's time for lunch time everyone!" This was met with some sighs of relief as the morning had been a busy one, as the class lengths were longer than those at GCSE, even if the content was vastly easier, and everyone was hungry. Once more after finishing my class, a box materialized the read:
Due to writing a masterpiece among preteens, you have gained +1 Wis
Due to performing and keeping a class of preteens entertained for a while, you have gained +1 Chr
Nice, even more points in my highest stats. Soon all shall bow down before my charismatic smarts. Ha ha ha ha haa. The gains to my Wisdom and Charisma made sense, writing involves creativity and using what you know to the best effect, and acting requires a certain charm (not the magical kind) to pull of. We were soon released out into the playground to do whatever it was that children do. Run around I guess. Oh and eat, as my rumbling stomach reminded me.
I opened up my bag, ready to grab my packed lunch, when I remembered that I wasn't in my universe, and the Dursleys were dicks. So no lunch for me it would seem, I thought as I sat down dejectedly. I turned to look over the courtyard. A lot of the students were in groups, pulling out their food, trading it, eating it. It was as if they purposefully mocking me with their delicious looking meals. My body was that of a malnourished 9 year old who had only had a bit of bacon and sausage earlier, after having vomited out his breakfast of a single piece of toast. I would have taken anything at this point!
Shouting and giggling drew my attention to a group of gossiping older students, maybe a year or 2 above me, making their way towards a squat rectangular building on the far side of the courtyard. Having nothing else to do, and not having the chance to explore the grounds yet, I picked up my bag and began to tail them. They seemed to take no notice of me as they entered, while I chose to stay outside and peek through the window. It turned out to be a canteen area. Hot food was being served to students by a group of older woman in light green aprons.
My mouth was watering at the foods on show: meat pies, beans, chips the lot! My stomach rumbled in approval and desire at my find. But one thing brought me up short. Food costs money. I have very little money that I may need later for something more important. I pulled myself away to the anger of my tummy, when suddenly I was struck with an idea. If you can't pay for something in a video-game, just steal it! A Grinch-like smile brightened my face, and I made my way around to the back of the building.
A red door had been left wide open. I quickly made for it, leaning against the wall beside it. Ok so kinda obvious that I should try not to get caught, God knows that I don't need to give the Dursleys a reason to beat me for misbehaving. Going by instincts honed through many years of playing video-games with sneak sections, I dropped into a crouching position, before realizing that it was rather uncomfortable and deciding that it would be a good idea to use my hands to relieve a bit of the pressure. Before I could start my epic food heist however, I was interrupted by some of the oh so familiar boxes I've come to love but will inevitably hate for constantly interrupting whatever I'm doing/about to do.
You have learned Sneak(Skill Lv1 0%): NPC's have 20% less chance at discovering you in sneak mode, and any attacks made while undetected will do 2x damage.
While you are in sneak mode, NPCs will have a lower chance of detecting you, allowing you to perform certain acts without their knowledge and without alerting them such as stealing or pickpocketing.
The explanation was rather unnecessary as I had played a few RPG's before, so the concept of stealth was by no means new to me. The chance for people to detect me was still rather high, but considering that the staff were old and preoccupied, and I was rather small and easily capable of crawling around unseen, meant it would not be that big an issue. And the 2x modifier for sneak attacks was a good bonus, though it was certainly no Skyrim sneak bonus (Like 30X for a dagger backstab! Insane!).
Peeking round the corner into the building, I saw it was empty. I hurried forward, on all fours, still not used to the "standard" sneaking form all characters seemed to have. Seriously it was really uncomfortable staying in the squat position for a few minutes let alone how long some characters can do it. Back on track. I took cover behind some boxes when one of the canteen ladies stalked past, mumbling to herself about needing some more of something or other. Making a decision, I chose to follow her, hoping she would lead me to where the extra food supplies were kept.
I stayed far enough back that she couldn't see me, and moved slowly from cover to cover, gently laying my hands down first before pushing forwards slightly, picking up my feet and making sure to stop them from just smacking against the ground to loudly. Needless to say I looked slightly ridiculous crawling around like that, and if the canteen lady had been much younger she probably would've heard me because I was making a lot more noise than I wanted to.
We soon reached a small room with a number of fridges, freezers, and other containers, that held my desired delicious prizes. I darted past the woman when her back was turned when she went to grab a box full of whatever it was she was looking for, and moved further into the room. After she had retrieved the box of the highest shelf in the room, because God forbid someone put anything on the bottom shelf so that the older workers don't have to reach as far, she quickly waddled out of the room, struggling slightly with the added weight, leaving me alone. Alone in a room full of food. With a very hungry young man with little in the way of morals at the current time, due to said hunger. I pity whoever had to explain this situation.
I made for the fridges first, knowing that the fruit and vegetables would most likely be kept to keep them fresh. I was not disappointed. There were all kinds inside: apples, oranges, bananas pears, tomatoes, carrots, cucumbers, potatoes. Oh some would call it "rabbit food" but for me it was all I needed. I snatched up as many as I could and dumped them into my inventory, forgoing my stealth for haste as I could hear no-one else coming, and they would have sent more people to get supplies at one time if they were running low on anything else. Which meant I was free to loot to my heart's, and my stomach's, content. Having raided the fridges for their treasure, I moved onto some of the cupboards, picking up a number of snack bars, crisps and chocolate bars, that the staff seemed to have hidden away for a snack during the day. Well sorry ladies but I need this more than you do, doesn't matter to me if you understand cause I won't care.
Finishing with the cupboards I hurried to the pantry, intent on making this my final stop as I grabbed a loaf of bread and some dried fruit packages and sending them into the inventory. No sooner had I done so, I heard a set of footsteps approaching. Dropping down into my improvised stealth stance, I moved back into the shadows of the room. It turned out to be the same old worker from before perhaps coming to get something else that had ran out while she had been getting the box full of whatever had ran out in the first place. My eyes widened, when she made for the fridge. If she found it almost empty of the fruit and veg she might call for someone else and that would make the job of escaping much harder. My heart began to beat harder with each step she took towards the fridge. I planned my way out, remembering where the best spots to hide were and taking into account where and when the backup would pass.
My fear of being discovered proved to be unfounded however, as the woman made for the freezer instead, pulling out a bag of chips instead, before leaving me alone once more. I breathed a sigh of relief. My theft wasn't likely to be discovered until at least later today, and I hoped that people would not immediately blame me for this, given my reputation as a Hooligan. Edging my way out of the shadows, I kept an ear out incase one of the other canteen workers may be coming back. Fortunately, all was quiet, so I scuttled to the exit, keeping to the shadows where I could to avoid detection just incase.
I emerged back out into the school yard just 15 minutes after going in, leaving me plenty of time to enjoy my score for this "job". Jogging my way over to a set of benches occupied by a fair few students, I plopped down my bag, opened up my inventory and pulled out a few fruits to enjoy. Before indulging my hunger, I took the moment to observe each of them.
Apple (Fresh)
A food item. Restores 15 health
Orange (Fresh)
A food item. Restores 15 mana
Pear (Fresh)
A food item. Restores 10 Health and 10 mana
Banana (Fresh)
A food item. Restores 15 Health and 15 mana
Happy with the variety of bonuses my plundered food would give me I happily dug in. However on my first bite into a particularly juicy apple, a high pitched ding almost made me choke as I coughed up the mouthful of apples I had along with a generous amount of spit. Clearing my throat of any blockages, I turned to face the offending screen, glaring at it with all of my hate for interrupting my meal.
Due to constant use a skill has leveled up
Observe (Ability Lv2 5%): Discover info on a target. Current level displays: name, stats, health, mana, level, for any creature. Humans and animals now have a small description about the human or animal in question.
My Observe leveling up was good news, but it did little to mitigate my anger towards the in animate screen. I slammed down on the close button a bit heavier than other times to alleviate a small part of my anger before going back to my food. The feeling of a slowly filling belly helped end what remained of my anger, and I quickly forgot why I was so angry in the first place. The meal was good, not great, could have done with a sandwich or something, but it would be enough to last me until the end of the day.
Hearing the bell ring, I quickly dumped the cores and skins of my meal onto a nearby bin before making my way back inside. I searched around for one of the kids in my class and soon spotted that blond forgettable kid from English. Sliding up behind him, I followed him into what I presumed would be my next lesson, wondering what it could be. Turned out it was music, if the metal trolley filled with instruments was any indication (think a series of draws only made out of metal wires on wheels, yes it is weird but it's the best way to describe what I had at school). I had never been that good at music, though I loved the idea of playing an instrument. Maybe with this whole gamer powers I could level up skills in the musical arts. It would give me a fallback plan if the wizarding world proved to be to boring. As well as a way of impressing people.
The room had no desks, instead we were all sat on stools in the center of the room. Many of my classmates were shuffling about, either in anticipation or because the stools were uncomfortable to sit on for children who before had always sat in chairs. I admit to being rather excited myself, if only a little, as this was a good opportunity to relax and just bang some instruments for a good while, and make a load of noise and not be punished for it.
The teacher for this class appeared to be quite a bit older than our previous teachers, having a head of greying hair and a fair few wrinkles across his face. He was remarkably thin, and seemingly frail, as if merely playing our instruments too loudly would knock him down or subject him to a sudden heart attack. He was much more formally dressed then Mr Macnamara or Miss Turner, donning a suit that seemed to match his hair in tone. But what really stood out to me was his mustache. It was the moustache of a gentlemen, rather big and bushy in the center, right above his lips, but thinned out into slight curls about an inch from each cheek. "Observe" I whispered, both to avoid being heard and in slight awe of this man's appearance.
Name: Mr Dornez
Level 16
Health : 550
Mana : 0
Str: 10
Vit: 11
Dex: 9
Int: 25
Wis: 28
Chr: 14
Lck: 9
A lover of music in all forms, Mr Dornez sought to teach his passion to the next generation, and has been doing so for the last 15 years.
His level was surprisingly high, being several levels higher than my last two teachers, and his stats were remarkably high in intelligence and wisdom (which seemed to be a trend for teachers). Perhaps it was because he was considerably older? Did stats change over time? Most likely, or everyone would be as dumb as they are as a baby for their entire life. So maybe because Mr Dornez was so smart and wise was because he was so old. Guess what they say about elders being the sages among us is true with this guy.
"Alright everyone settle down it's time to begin." he began, his voice having a certain poshness that only true an elderly gentlemen could pull off, "Now as you have no doubt had a rather tiring day full of arithmancy and literary endeavors, not to mention getting back into the old routine of school, today's lesson will once again be a time for you all to relax and have some fun. So go ahead and pick anything of the trolley." Not even a second after finishing and the entire class stampeded past him to the cart, hoping to get something that wasn't stupid or boring. Having anticipated it, I had been leaning forwards off my seat, and got a slight head start on my classmates, inadvertently starting the mad rush to the instruments.
I glanced over what was available, not seeing anything that immediately grabbed my attention, so I settled for a pair of bongos. For a good hour or so I batted away, making as much noise as I wanted, and given that I was in a room full of 9 year olds, I made little difference in the overall noise levels. It was also rather relaxing, helping me get out some of my residual anger at everything that had happened recently, as well as drawing up some old memories from when I was in Primary school and life was simple and easy. Oh those were the days. The days where everything was still exciting, I had the energy to run around for hours on end, and I didn't randomly start reminiscing. Those truly were the days.
As the lesson ended and we were packing away, I realised I had not made any attempt to complete the bonus objective for this lesson. Panicking slightly, as I really wanted to get the bonus exp and money, I glanced at the clock. 3:30, it read. My eyebrows rose at how long the lesson had lasted, it having started about 2 hours ago. Guess time really does fly when you're having fun. Assuming that the end of the school day was upon us, I chose to stay behind, betting everything I had in hopes I could complete the bonus objective. Noticing me staying behind he asked "Harry, I do believe that school has finished for today, do run along now would you?"
Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, or at least pretending to I meekly replied "I know Mr Dornez, but I was wondering, um…" I trailed off as if choosing my next words carefully "I was wondering if you knew anyone who could teach me how to play certain instrument. You know as a, um, hobby, or something." I ended my rather decent display with a rather nervous, uneasy smile, putting on my best puppy dog eyes, praying that my Adorableness as well as my Charisma would be enough to win him over. Mr Dornez's eyes seemed to soften at the sight of my weaponized cuteness as he answered "Well I suppose I know a few people, but they cost quite a bit of money. You'd have to get your guardian's permission as well Harry. Though I do appreciate your interest, and at such a young age as well. Most others at your age would just be happy to bang on a drum for a few hours."
I blushed rather ferociously as he said that, as that had been exactly what I had been doing for about 2 whole hours. Slumping my shoulders I continued my performance in a rather downtrodden and slightly pouty tone "No chance then. My aunt and uncle would never let me."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that Harry." He paused for a moment as if considering something, "Although…"
My ears picked up on his hesitation in his voice. "Although what?" I asked pushing him on.
"I suppose I could give you some lessons on a lunchtime. Lord knows I've nothing to do but get the trolley out." He mumbled the last bit under his breath, but I could just faintly make it out. My spirits rose at what he said. Completing the bonus objective and guilting free music lessons out of him? This was amazing! My excitement must have shown as Mr Dornez broke out into a chuckle as I thanked him over and over for his generosity. My goal complete, I picked up my gear and ran out through the corridors and back to the school gate. Reaching the crowds of students milling about, I came to a halt, having been blocked by the mass of pupils before me. With a spring in my step, I awaited the appearance of a game box, and sure enough one soon appeared.
Quest completed
You have gained:
50xp
£1
Due to completing 1 bonus objective you have gained:
20xp
£0.30
I smiled at the rewards I had gained. Though it may not have been much, I had not been required to do anything of any major difficulty, like risking my life against a rabid beast, so it kind of evened itself out. The real prize however was with the stat bonuses I had gained, and every little bit helped. Today had so far been about getting my self used to my life being turned into a game of someone else's life. It was not so much about leveling up and grinding but preparing me for such things. And I knew I was going to do a considerable amount of each. There was no way I was going to Hogwarts unprepared for what was to come. I wouldn't try to grind too much though. It wouldn't be much fun if I could just steamroll the competition every time. Life needed some challenge or it would just be boring. Just when I was about to leave, I heard someone yell yell from behind "Hey Freak!" And just like that my good mood was gone.
Name: Harry James Potter
Level 2 (411/500)
Age: 9
Race: Human (wizard)
Health : 75
Mana : 250
Stamina : 100
£4.90/0g, 0s, 0kn
Strength (str): 3 (-2) ↑
Vitality (vit): 3 (-2) ↑
Dexterity (dex): 5 (-3) ↑
Intelligence (int): 11 ↑
Wisdom (wis): 11 ↑
Charisma (chr): 9 ↑
Luck (lck): 5 ↑
Available stat points: 5
Malnourished
Damaged eyes:
"Town Hooligan"
Adorable
Living Horcrux
Foreknowledge
Skills/Abilities:
Observe (Ability Lv2 5%): Discover info on a target. Current level displays: name, stats, health, mana, level, for any creature. Humans and animals now have a small description about the human or animal in question.
Blunt weapons mastery(Skill Lv1 20%): Increases the damage and swing speed of blunt weapons by 5%.
Magical push(Ability Lv1 10%): Force an opponent back with magic. Deals 20 damage (can be increased if the target hits something while being pushed), range of 5 meters, costs 20Mp.
Dodging(Skill Lv 1 30%): Increases the chance to dodge an enemy attack. Currently +5% chance to dodge.
Sprinting(Skill Lv2 5%): Increases the speed you can sprint as well as how much stamina it uses. Currently 7Mph, 47 stamina cost.
Lying(Skill Lv1 25%): Increases the chance that a lie will work. Current bonus: 5% chance for lie to be believed.
Sneak(Skill Lv1 50%): NPC's have 20% less chance at discovering you in sneak mode, and any attacks made while undetected will do 2x damage.