Wild Weekend

Hogwarts Castle

Room of Requirement

A few days after the brainwashing, I was constantly surprised by how different things were from my expectations. This Dumbledore wasn't the paranoid chess master as depicted in fanon, nor was he a senile old man. He was a war veteran and secretly a drill sergeant.

Contrary to what I believed from the Harry Potter series, the teachers here cared deeply about the students' futures. Perhaps it was due to the ongoing cold war against the mages. The Ministry of Magic wasn't as incompetent as I assumed; they encouraged power instead of fearing it, except when it came to Dark Magic.

The Unspeakables, ninja Wizards, successfully prevented many Dark Lords and Ladies from rising, except for a select few who evaded them and grew too powerful for the wannabe Anbu guys to stop.

Overall, this government system was surprisingly effective. Muggle-borns were treated better here compared to being third-class citizens as portrayed in the canon. Though a few blood purists still existed, even they had to make a choice between allowing Muggle-borns into the wizarding world or risking their capture by mages or other supernatural creatures.

But this world was far more complex than I initially expected. How did the Harry Potter wizards manage to survive against Nasuverse Mages for so long? The answer was simple: Gaia and Root were playing some kind of fuckery.

Unlike mages who absorb mana, wizards produced mana from their core, making the planet favor us over them. It was like a magical engine, generating magical energy through our souls without harming us. Similar to how plants provide oxygen through photosynthesis, our bodies and spells emitted mana, replenishing the magic of the planet.

So, wizardkind's survival was beneficial for the planet, and Gaia didn't harbor any hatred towards us. Consequently, our magic was more potent than any magecraft they could throw at us, even at the same level. For instance, a Level 5 Wizard could rival a Level 25 Mage in terms of magical might, excluding physical combat, of course.

Our magic didn't rely on Mystery to empower it, and any alterations made by wizards weren't erased by the planet as mages experienced. Magecraft required a constant supply of mana just to exist, while wizard magic didn't suffer from the same limitation.

Wizards were like cheat codes, which is why almost every faction in the world sought to hunt us down. While wizards possessed great power, mages excelled in skill. Though our magic enhanced our bodies to peak human levels, wizards weren't as prone to violence as others. We relied on our wands to solve problems, except for aurors, of course.

"Master, you need to sleep," a raspy voice called out in worry.

"You've been researching at night in this come-and-go room for weeks. Your body can't handle it," the house-elf behind me said.

"Shut up, Kreacher. I've been too complacent here at Black Manor because I didn't know mages existed. I need to learn about all the dangers in this world," I replied, not bothering to look up from the book.

How did he even know about my nighttime activities? Was this fucking elf spying on me?

"But, master, Hogwarts will teach you in due time. As Master Arcturus would say, one mustn't rush knowledge unless one wishes to ruin it."

That would be true if I didn't have Gamer's Mind, but how am I supposed to explain that to this old bat face?

"Fine, I've been cooped up here long enough. A whole week without sleep is probably bad for my body," I said, realizing it was true. I only had Gamer's Mind, not Gamer's Body.

My research had consumed an entire week. During the day, I attended classes as usual, and at night, once everyone was asleep, I sneaked out and entered the infamous Room of Requirement on the seventh floor.

It was a risky endeavor that could easily arouse Dumbledore's suspicion if I were caught. Miraculously, he had been ignoring me until now, despite knowing my heritage. The old man didn't see me as a threat, probably because I was in Hufflepuff, while another child of Voldemort resided in Slytherin. So, my guess was that he was too preoccupied with planning for the Potters and my twin to notice a Hufflepuff student.

"Should I bring you a meal, Master?" Kreacher asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. Over the past few months, this elf had become very loyal to me, despite his grouchy behavior. I suspected my grandmother's influence.

"No need, I'll have breakfast tomorrow," I replied as he nodded before popping away. People seriously underestimated house-elves, as even the mighty and strong wards of Hogwarts couldn't prevent them from teleporting inside.

Due to intense research on this world, stats have increased

Intelligence increased by 5

Magic increased by 5

I had earned a new perk:

Speed-reader

Read anything 60% faster than normal.

Nice. So, it only mentioned reading, not just reading books. Did that mean I could process information from people or the environment faster than usual? A quick observation around the room confirmed that I could. It was peculiar to have this ability as a perk; it could be a superpower on its own. Or maybe not. 60% faster than my normal reading speed could make me a skilled detective. Thank you, game.

After that, I left the room and promised myself to return as soon as possible. This room was incredible; it could provide things that were otherwise impossible.

Want a library without Madam Pince watching your every move like a hawk? You got it.

Want a restricted section of the library with dangerous magic? You got it.

No, seriously, every area of Hogwarts or any kind of room was available in the Room of Requirement as long as it followed the rules of magic. Of course, it was only a copy, a physical illusion of the real thing, but even a replicated library was still a library filled with knowledge.

However, I didn't even have to ask for a library. I simply requested supernatural knowledge of this world, and the room provided me with a massive pile of books, complete with a cozy couch, a table, and a warm fire in the hearth.

Before I knew it, I had become addicted to this room, returning to it like a drug addict.

"Status," I mumbled. It had been a while since I checked my level.

Heliel Marvolo Riddle

Title: Hidden Snake

Race: Wizard (Half-Blood)

Rank: Mortal

Level: 30

Strength: D (15/30)

Speed: D (10/30)

Durability: D (5/30)

Magic: D (21/30)

Intelligence: D (25/30)

Stat Points: 40

Perks:

Gamer's Mind

Perceive reality as one big game. Immunity against mental and psychological attacks.

Parselmouth

An inherited trait passed down by blood that allows speakers to communicate and compel snakes.

Ultimate Luck

The Gamer has become fateless due to the game, not bound by destiny, causing unbelievable fortune and catastrophe.

Blank

The Gamer is invisible to any precognition abilities. Even Divine Precognition is useless against Blank.

Evil Twin

The Twins Bond, one of the most powerful and sacred bonds, has been tainted. You represent the dark side of this bond. By being in contact with your twin, you will instinctively try to kill your light side and take back what was lost. You can leech off their life force. You can sense your twin's general location. You can sense their negative emotions.

Speed-reader

You can read anything 60% faster than normal.

Skills:

Wandless Magic: Lvl 6/10

Ability to channel magic with no external medium. It is very hard to achieve without hard work.

Curses: Lvl 6/10

Darker charms that bring negative changes to their targets. They use negative emotions as fuel to boost themselves.

Parkour: Lvl 7/10

Physical activity that includes running and maneuvering with near-perfect accuracy. Blink: Lvl 4/7

A downgraded version of Apparition that lets users teleport but only within a limited range of visible eyesight.

Presence Concealment: Lvl 8/10

The caster can cloak themselves in Natural Magic energy to blend with their surroundings.

Reinforcement: Lvl 5/7

This skill allows casters to reinforce any object or organ to boost their capabilities without exceeding their limits.

Illusion: Lvl 6/10

The caster can project mana out of their body to create illusions in the targeted area.

Hydromancy: Lvl 5/10

By using mana, this ability allows the caster to manipulate water particles around themselves.

Charms: Lvl 5/15

The caster can enchant something or someone, giving them additional properties without changing the target.

Jinx: Lvl 5/10

Minor dark magic that brings negative changes to the target. The effects are irritating and amusing rather than harmful, like curses.

Riding: Lvl 2/7

Users can successfully ride low-end vehicles, such as bicycles and magic brooms. Magical Pressure: C (MAX)

The caster can project emotions through their mana into the environment and bring about changes accordingly.

Alteration: Lvl 1/7

The caster can temporarily or permanently alter the molecular structure of the target, bypassing the laws of physics.

"Yup, nothing needs to be changed except for a few improvements. With Charms at level five, I can easily perform charms up to the fifth year without breaking a sweat.

I need to learn the charm I intend to cast, but my system has helped me more than I could do alone.

Oh, and Alteration is just Transfiguration and Transmutation. Both are the same thing, with the former being temporary and the latter being permanent.

I walked across the moving stairs, moonlight shining along the way, so it wasn't that dark. I wasn't too worried about someone spotting me since I was using presence concealment. Normal people couldn't sense me, and even exceptional people had to search specifically for me to spot me.

I can see why it's the Assassin Class's signature skill. To think that I got this from sneaking around the orphanage and stealing food.

Those were the days.

Just as I reached the open space near the staircase, I tensed my body, feeling somebody watching the back of my skull.

Without thinking, I leaped to the right, and just a moment later, a vase containing magical cactus exploded where I had been standing.

I wouldn't have died from that, but it would have hurt like hell.

I turned and observed with Speed-reader, but nothing came into my sight. Even after throwing Observe at everything.

This was probably a sign not to wander at night because if my hunch was right, some ghost was fucking with me.

"I don't have time for this." I looked outside the window and blinked, reappearing outside before I rapidly fell to the ground.

A white-haired, beautiful late teenager rose from the ground with a mischievous smile, her glowing ethereal body showing that yes, she was indeed the ghost, and she was hunting the Hidden Snake for an unknown reason. With a small giggle, she disappeared, leaving me in a rather sticky situation.

Whoops, I forgot I was on the seventh floor of the castle.

With quick thinking, I took out Proto-Stringer, a broom not made in this world. I think it appears in Little Witch Academia or something.

It looked jagged and uncomfortable looking, with pieces of wood surrounding the shaft, and its lower part, which was supposed to look like a tool for cleaning, instead looked like a rocket's butt with silver color.

The moment I perfectly rode the broom, it stilled a moment before rocketing toward the sky.

"Wooohoooo," I shouted in absolute joy as my broom crossed past the veil of clouds in a second, as the moonlight shone everywhere. The moon itself looked big and majestic.

Getting so wrapped up in a power struggle and learning about the world in books, I never truly experienced how beautiful this world was. This moment was probably the most beautiful moment of my life.

Staring at the beautiful full moon, I felt all tension build up from this grueling week melting away.

"Thank you, beautiful. Love you!" I shouted like a moron toward the moon as I turned around. Hopefully, nobody else heard that. Granted, I was hundreds of feet above Hogwarts, but still.

With a refreshed mind, I returned to the castle.

Never realizing a certain moon princess heard the gamer from her castle and blushed with a smile.

—--666—--

"Okay, this is getting out of hand. You're Hufflepuffs, not those crows. Stop acting like Hermione and ditch that book," Harry said, exasperated as we strolled through the Hogwarts garden, enjoying our weekend on this fine evening.

"No," I whined when he snatched that book away with no mercy.

"Come on, man, give it a rest. We've been studying nonstop for weeks. Give your eyes and brain a break," he said with a sigh while returning a book that I put away in my pouch because there was no way he was going to let me read in peace.

"What were you reading so diligently, anyway?"

"History of Mages and Wizards," I replied. Harry made a humming sound in interest.

"I heard from a few seniors that mages hate wizards, and vice versa, even the so-called Unforgivable Curses are forgivable if used against them."

"That's interesting," I mused. "In the past, Mages were invited to Hogwarts, but at the beginning of the fifteenth century, Mages of the Clock Tower betrayed Wizardkind by allying with The Church, and after incidents like the Witch-hunts and Statue of Secrecy, the Wizard-Mage War erupted. Thankfully, Wizards separated their own little dimensions by placing barriers all over the globe. That is what we call the Wizarding world, where Mages are not allowed, and if spotted, they are executed on the spot."

"Damn," Harry whistled, "So it's not all rainbows and sunshine, as I thought."

"Yup, the whole Wizarding world thinks they're mad scientists, and things get bloody when they meet," I said, recalling what I learned in various reports in the Room of Requirement.

"What do you think the situation is from Mages' perspective?" Harry asked in interest as he kicked a pebble on the ground.

"I think we are the bad guys. There is no way the Clock Tower doesn't have Wizards among them." I gave my opinion, which made sense after deep thinking.

"You mean like traitors?" he asked.

"No, just think, if a random muggle couple can give birth to a wizard or witch, what stops the same from happening with a Mage couple? Even then, they could snatch muggle-born wizards way before Hogwarts because of accidental magic."

Harry stilled as his brain ran like a train.

"That makes so much sense, but if that was true, why is our community so hostile toward theirs?"

"It's because of the betrayal and fear." A new voice called out suddenly, and we both jumped in surprise.

"Professor Flitwick." Harry addressed the man with a small bow. I nodded with a small greeting.

"Sorry for eavesdropping, lads, I couldn't help it." He apologized while pointing his big ears.

We nodded in understanding.

"So, professor, please explain. I think you can explain better than I," I said.

"Well... Mages are extremists, but they are also human in the end. Like most humans, few are good and most are bad in their case, but our Ministry doesn't see that. Because of

mages, many wizards were hurt and killed, thus they hate them and fear their capability. Our magic may outstrip their magecraft, but that doesn't mean we are invincible."

"So it's classic brute vs. brain. While we have the upper hand in magic and we use magic for things other than fighting, Mages are born into dangerous environments and adapted to survive. They're skilled beyond reason, and their motives lie in finding answers and knowledge of everything." Flitwick said solemnly as we listened and took mental notes.

"Man, they have to hate us. We have all kinds of magic and knowledge inside the Wizarding World, and they can't enter it unless they want to be killed," I said.

"They do, but they hate our government rather than our race. There are plenty of Wizards in Mage society, and they are well respected even. It's muggle-born children who are in danger if some immoral Mages discover them first."

"Do you mean the British government or the whole Wizarding government?" I asked curiously.

"The entirety of the ICW and Mage Association are at each other's throats, literally. That's why we don't advise Wizards to go to the muggle world unless they have no choice." The short professor explained seriously.

So the situation between Mages and Wizards was not ideal, but it could be a lot worse. From my foreknowledge, most of the Mages were shady sociopaths who were obsessed with Magic and Knowledge, but there were a few exceptions.

The wizards were not saints either. Wizards were powerful but incredibly... What's the word?

Emotional? Fearful? Petty?

Almost all of the above. Mages scared Wizards more than they let on, so that's why they even legalized the unforgivable curse if the victim is a mage.

So for years, these two magical communities have been in a cold war. Nobody goes out for blood, but they don't miss the opportunity when they get one.

I wonder how Gellert Grindelwald and Voldemort affected the Mages' community when they were rampaging across the Wizarding World.

"Professor, don't mean to be rude or ungrateful, why are you explaining to us so openly?" Harry asked suddenly, as I snapped out of my thoughts. "In Muggle schools, they don't even teach students the concept of death until they're a little older."

"Oh, you wouldn't know after being raised in the Muggle world," the professor muttered, realizing his mistake, and cleared his throat.

"The reason I or any other teacher doesn't shy away from teaching you children, no matter how uncomfortable the subject is because we know you can handle it. Because of long

exposure to the magic inside the body, magical children tend to mature faster than muggle children. If I'm correct, you two already have the mentality of high schoolers," he explained as a gloomy mood lifted from our conversation.

He said mentality, not intelligence. So we are not necessarily smart, we just have a bigger potential for intelligence and better mental capabilities. It was like our whole species was different, and we were not human, at least not pure humans.

No, I have some more research to do, yay.

I sighed miserably as another subject was added to the list I made to study this year.

Thank you once again, Game for Gamer's Mind; otherwise, I would be fucking depressed because of my workload.

--666--

After this morning's enlightening conversation with Professor Flitwick and Harry, I did not immediately run towards the Room of Requirement.

No, today was for resting, and I was determined to spend time relaxing rather than doing some stressful research or training.

So I spent the whole day strolling around with Harry, Hermione, and surprisingly, the little firecracker named Jeanne.

Yes, I only did that because she was cute, but nobody needed to know that.

After that, I showed my face to the teachers, bothering them one by one because that's what a student does.

Almost everyone, except for Dumbledore, kicked me out with some sorry excuse because they were understandably busy. Dumbledore was pleasantly surprised when I was just here to talk and not ask for new magic to learn from "The Great Dumbledore."

The old man probably got used to getting hounded by students for private lessons because when he learned my motive, he was smiling in relief as he beamed and started to talk.

Dumbledore was surprisingly talkative. Who knew that listening to an old guy talking about his youth, even if it was a little modified, was really fun?

The old man was probably trying to manipulate my image of him, but it didn't affect me. But I was leaning more and more toward this man not being some evil dark lord.

Even my new detective skill said so.

After this relaxing day, it was evening, and I was soaking in the twilight on the balcony at the very top of the castle.

Contrary to the movies, the sky of Hogwarts was not empty because everyone and their grandmother were wandering around on their brooms.

I think only students above the fifth year can explore the Hogwarts area on their brooms. It certainly makes sense to use a broom for something other than Quidditch all the time.

"There you are," a new voice said from behind as my serene smile twitched uncomfortably.

"Oh, my day was going perfectly normal too," I said with a tired sigh. "Are you still on about that hair?"

She just glared at me with her misty blue eyes, and I could deduce that the answer was yes, she was still on about the hair.

"You have some nerve after leaving me with wolves and pretending like nothing happened," she hissed while standing beside me on the balcony. I was not too worried about her pushing me off.

I could teleport, fly with a broom, or straight-up charm the ground with a cushioning charm if it came to that.

"Meh, they were Hufflepuffs, the worst they could've done is make you wear a hat saying 'I'm stupid' and stand in the corner," I said nonchalantly as I eyed her with a smirk.

For some reason, she froze. It took a second before realization set in.

"Hahaha, oh my god, they did exactly that, didn't they?" I burst out in laughter as my twin blushed furiously. She didn't say anything as she glared even harder.

"And whose fault is that?" she yelled, a little red-faced as she balled her fist.

It took me a few minutes to calm myself down as she patiently waited for me, still with a heated glare in her eyes.

"What do you want?" she asked suddenly with a serious tone.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"What... do I need to give you... to return or destroy that piece of hair?"

I just stared at her.

"Okay, why are you so serious about this? It's just a piece of hair."

She did not look happy to hear that.

"That mere piece of hair contains my DNA. It can be used to clone or make a homunculus, or even perform a blood ritual."

"You think I'm capable of doing that?" I asked flatly, wondering if she really thought I was that powerful or resourceful.

"You think I'm afraid because of you? Don't make me laugh. I just don't trust you to keep it safe," she said in a condescending tone as my eyes twitched.

"Has anyone told you that you suck at diplomacy?" I asked as a blond lock of hair appeared in my hand from my inventory.

"Nice trick, now hand it over," she demanded as she swiped it from my hand, and my limit broke.

Her bitchiness was getting on my nerves.

I glared at her as I felt the mana within my body shift.

"Ahhh!" She immediately threw away her hair as it lit on hot blue fire, nearly scorching her whole hand.

"You cursed me," she accused in anger as the aflame pieces of her hair turned into ashes before blowing away.

"So? One of my life goals is to kill you, so why would I play nice?" I asked with a sweet smile that screamed nothing but pure malice.

"You think you can come here, make demands of me, and I would just be a good boy and obey like your little bitch Draco?"

My head snapped back as her fist connected with my face. Normally my nose would be busted, but I have a D rank for endurance. And I think I deserved that. She really did love Draco like a brother, huh?

I'm not jealous, seriously, I'm not.

"You fancy yourself smart, do you? In the end, you just did as I wanted. My work is done," she tried to play it off as she controlled her anger. Her emotionless face was so fake, I would have laughed if I wasn't so angry right now.

She bruised my perfect face. Today was going so well. I promised I would just relax today, no studying, no training, and certainly no fighting.

Despite her punch connecting with my face, I don't want to fight her right now. Our fight will come, but it certainly won't be anytime soon and anywhere here.

"Idiot, we are twins. We have ninety-nine percent of the same DNA, the only difference being the Y chromosome. So if you're afraid that your blood is going to be used for cloning or other shady experiments, my whole existence is a middle finger to your so-called work," I sneered as I climbed on top of the balcony railing.

One thing on my mind, however, was how she knew about things like DNA and such. Aren't the magical world supposed to be illiterate in terms of science?

"What are you doing?" Delphi asked, seeing me in such a dangerous position.

"Getting away from your ugly mug. I don't think I can resist murdering you if I don't," I said while flipping her the bird as I jumped, performing a leap of faith that would have made Ezio proud as I plummeted toward the ground.

Now, as gravity called me toward the ground, I wasn't that worried. Nobody would probably spot me in midair because of the very reason that I had no landing strategy.

Ultimate Luck knows no bounds as I landed on a stack of hay that appeared on the Hogwarts grounds for some reason.

Don't ask me how.

Now that my day has been thoroughly ruined, where should I go?

"Where did you come from, boy?" A giant hand caught me by the nape as I helplessly flailed in Hagrid's arm like an angry cat. His voice was thick with a Scottish and British accent. (I'm not even going to try to write his or anyone's accents.)

Hagrid quickly put me down as he looked back at the stack of hay he was transporting on the cart to the other side of the ground.

Ultimate Luck is seriously busted; I second that.

"Oh, you know, playing hide and seek with friends, usual kids' stuff," I replied after getting my feet on the ground.

"Oh, that's great 'n' all, but you should be careful lest you want to break a limb or two," he advised seriously yet kindly as he grappled the cart's handle that was built to be pulled by animals.

"I will. Thanks for worrying," I nodded with a smile before walking away. With a half-giant being so close, I could practically taste the mana flowing through him so strongly despite not having a wand. And on top of that, his mana gave a feeling of purity compared to others.

Despite the light and golden feeling Dumbledore's mana gave off, it felt nothing compared to this one. So that's why he's called the Gentle Giant in my last world, huh?

I liked this guy. Despite being discriminated against for both his species and his heritage, this guy was practically an angel. There was no hate or malice I could sense.

If more people like him existed, I could just relax and not worry too much about the future.

--666--

Now, after that eventful day, I was strolling the second floor of the castle at night when my Hufflepuff uniform changed into a Slytherin uniform without my consent. Seriously, it was as if the spell casted by McGonagall was malfunctioning, causing my uniform to change in specific situations.

It immediately turned into Hufflepuff's dress if somebody spotted me or I was in public, but when I continued my nightly activities, it would change back into Slytherin's green robe.

I thought this was more than just a spell malfunction. My title, Hidden Snake, could be the cause of this.

Ah, enough of this. Let's get to why I was at the second-floor girl's bathroom.

"Is it normal for a boy to walk right into the girl's bathroom?" a whiny voice cried out as water near the fountain-like basin began to shake violently, and the ghost of a crying girl appeared.

"First, nobody showed up on my Death day, and when I tried to cry in peace, you came, disturbing me with that strange presence," she continued to whine. I could see why she was called Moaning as her nickname.

Merlin, that sounded weird in my head.

"Just the girl I'm looking for," I started. "Myrtle Warren, right? I'm Heliel Riddle. Nice to meet you," I smiled, raising my hand in a harmless gesture to the twitching ghost.

"Riddle?" she asked in a surprised tone as she gasped, floating down from the ceiling where she had been hanging all this time.

I feared I might have stepped on some sensitive topic, but I was surprised when the girl squealed happily.

"You're Emily's son! I can tell just by looking at your face. With long hair, you might even look like her until puberty," she said happily as her mood suddenly lifted.

Which was strange. Didn't she know she was killed by Voldemort's actions?

"You knew my mother?" I asked in a surprised tone.

"Of course, me and the whole Hogwarts knew her. She was the most brilliant witch of the century. Her desire to unite all wizards into one banner was the biggest talk around," she said in a giddy, fangirling tone.

"Didn't purebloods object to that?"

"Of course, they did. But last I heard of her, she was powerful too. After dying, I don't know what happened, but from the other ghosts, I hear she snapped," she ended her tale sadly.

"Sorry to hear that. I grew up in an orphanage, so I don't really know her," I admitted solemnly.

"Oh, you poor thing," she cried out as she lunged toward me, going for a hug, only to pass through me.

"Ow," she cried out, picking herself up. The only thing that hurt was her pride.

"I forgot I was a ghost," she said sadly, tears prickling in her eyes, threatening to burst at any moment.

What's up with these mood swings? Did she die in her period or something?

Or maybe it's just her fidgety personality.

"So, why are you here again?" she asked, "N-not that I'm not h-happy for the company." She quickly added, as if she had just offended me by asking that question.

"Today's your Death Day, right? Why don't we celebrate together? I was originally just looking for any friendly ghost," I added with a charming smile.

As far as I know, the Death Day is special for ghosts, even more than a birthday since it signifies the life they lack now. So, the Death Day is a symbol that defines their existence.

So, it was obvious why she was even sadder than she usually is. If I play the cute first-year and charm her, she will easily become attached to me without any suspicion. I could use her to gather information from the ghost network and send her to spy on people.

Not to mention my primary reason for being here. I need a perfectly gullible or dumb ghost that can be easily turned into my puppet.

"It will be like a date, and you will be my first too," I muttered while casting a minor illusion, giving me little rosy cheeks and red ears, going all out to be the cute shy guy.

I swore I saw blood dripping from Myrtle's nose for a second.

New Skill Learned.

By combining Lying, Manipulation, and Charisma, you have learned Seduction.

Seduction: Level 1/7

By manipulating words and captivating the target with appearance, you can emotionally enthrall the target.

"L-like a d-d-date?" she stuttered quite adorably as she poked her index fingers together.

"Yes, at least for tonight," I nodded with a smile, and her smile brightened the whole bathroom, literally brightening the room.

Let's leave it at ghost mojo bullshit and move on.

"So, why don't we leave this smelly bathroom and enjoy your special day somewhere else?" I offered my hand, and she instantly tried to entangle her arm with mine, like a noble lady going into the ballroom.

Even though she couldn't touch me, she still pretended she could as she walked beside me, hand in hand.

I think I successfully seduced her. At the age of 11, to add. I seriously have no idea what to think of that. Hope my nickname doesn't change to Ghost-Rizzler or equally stupid.

Super rare achievement gained.

Successfully asked a girl out on a date in the bathroom.

One rare Gacha received.

One Companion (Familiar) Gem received.

Title changed to Smooth Criminal.

Nice. Now I'm Michael Jackson. Seriously though, the date was just spur of the moment, but I accomplished what I intended to do today.

You thought I was after the Chamber of Secrets? Pfff, of course not.

I don't want a pet snake now, since I already have a Familiar summoning gem as a reward. So no, I'm not interested in the Chamber. Even if there was some hidden knowledge, it's not safe for me to enter for multiple reasons.

First, I am weak against surprises and stronger attacks. Until I level up, I shouldn't risk too much.

Second, there's a goddamn ghost stalking me.

I always felt its eyes on me, but last night, It straight-up chucked a vase of cacti at me. I need some ghost-busting abilities.

So, there is no alternative other than learning said ghost-busting ability by studying an actual ghost. And out of all the ghosts in the castle from my memories, only this girl is dumb enough to help me without putting in place what I'm planning.

So, the first stage of Plan Ghost Puppet has begun.

--666--

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B/N- I don't know how I'm helping but he says I am…So be nice and thank me guys !!!

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For those of you who left reviews saying you can't believe Dumbledore beat Lorelei or how you don't see Dumbledore coming even close to her level…I'm not the most knowledgeable when it comes to Fate and even I agree that canon Dumbledore doesn't even come close but as it has been established, this is an AU.Please do understand that. And we will try to focus on world building now.

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