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Mrs. J.K., We all love some parts of you, some love your money, some your talent, some your body, but all of us love your story. How is that for ass-kissing? I know, I am that good.
Previous:
We did our exams on Eastern for Second Grade and for Third Grade at the beginning of July. I managed to climb to Level 73, Harry to 68, and the girls to 50. They stopped after Level 50 to get used to their new class. Daphne chose Druid, Tracey chose Magic Crafter, and Hermione Elemental Mage.
It is time to prepare for Hogwarts.
31 Hogwarts.
Hermione slapped the back of my head: "Do it already! We are prepared, we calculated all options and this one is the best for us both."
I sighed: "I have to warn you, Hermione, it is going to hurt, I am certain blood will flow."
Hermione said: "Sometimes you need to be rough, Dudley, you have to push through in one go. The time of being gentle is over, be a man."
I complained: "Telling Dad that I have Magic is not something to look forward to Hermione. It is like telling your dad that you hate Shakespeare, you know."
Daphne sighed in relief: "For a moment I thought you were talking about something completely different. But Hermione is right, Dudley, they will be more hurt when they find out how long you have been hiding it, and it will only get worse."
Tracey patted Daphne's back; "I misunderstood it too, Daph, let's never think about that again. Dudley, tell them, your Dad likes Hermione, he will understand."
Harry asked: "Are you planning to show the Game to them? That could calm the waters, it was the reason you broke the spells."
Astoria jumped on my back and cheered: "There is nothing Dudley can't overcome. Now keep your promise and level me to Level 30. And you also promised to let me practice in your Empty Dungeon until I get the Eidetic Memory Skill."
Daphne commented: "Yes Tory, he promised, but you are not exactly hiding your powers, are you? Our parents are getting suspicious."
Astoria protested: "Says the girl that aced four years of education in one year, along with her fiancee and co-wife, not to mention Mister Dursley and Miss Granger doing the same thing, and what a surprise, they are friends and relatives! If I am letting them notice some of my powers, you five are show-boating them!"
Hermione nodded, "Tori has a point, even though she is a bit clingy to Dudley."
"But Hermione," complained Astoria, "When I do that with Harry they get jealous and start scolding me… oh! Are you jealous, Hermione? You can do that too, you know, Dudley is very strong."
I groaned: "Tori, grab some books and I will let you enter the Dungeon."
Xxxxx
That evening I told them my secret: "Mum and Dad, do you remember last year when I hit my head? It shook something looser than breaking that hate spell. I can do Magic, and I expect they will send me a letter for that school too."
Dad got all kinds of colors on his face until he just deflated: "We expected it somehow, with Harry and your Aunt Lilly having That, it was possible you got It too."
Mum asked: "Is that why you completed three Secondary school years, Duddikins? You know that those blood purists are looking down on you, just as they looked down on Lilly."
I nodded: "I know, that is why I plan to spend a week at Hermione's home to await that letter, so they can not know our address. I also plan to place Wards to repel wizards around the house. Harry had it ordered, as a future Lord he is allowed to put protections on the properties of his relatives."
Dad didn't get fooled: "Hermione is one too? Well, birds of a feather stick together I suppose. She is a nice girl and we like her."
I told him: "We plan to complete our Secondary Education this school year, and take some summer courses next year."
Mum asked: "Is Harry paying for all of this? You never asked for money to pay for the books."
Meh, if I can't trust my own parents then I can't trust anyone, It took two whole hours to explain it in detail and a demonstration in both of my Dungeons, to show them my strength and where my money comes from.
At last, I told them: "As far as I know this is a very unique skill. When either side of our world finds out about it, then I won't have a minute rest for the rest of my life. So please keep this a secret. I showed you this so you won't need to worry for us."
Xxxxx
That night at Hermione's home I told her everything: "Now we have to wait for that letter from Hogwarts. Oh, my parents still like you, you must have done something right."
"It will arrive this week, my guess is for tomorrow or the day after." said Hermione, she sniffed and said haughtily "I like your parents too, and of course, I did something right! Whenever have I done something wrong?"
"Well, you brag a lot lately, just now you tooted your own horn, that is not Ladylike." I grinned.
Hermione's parents came home when we were in the middle of a tickling fight. That evening Hermione got the extended version of 'The Talk' from her Mum, and I got to see her Dad's collection of hunting rifles and an explanation of what ammo he uses when he is hunting Wild Pigs. I admit, that scared the crap out of me.
My Hogwarts letter arrived the next day. Dudley Dursley, Spare Bedroom Granger's it said, we wrote back that we knew about the Magic world and won't need a guide. We used the Granger family owl, a graduation present from me to Hermione. A nice female Short Ear, Zombie is smitten by her. Too bad Dad Granger named her, Celia, yes, it's a name in one of Shakespeare's plays, As You Like It; it is called, I never heard of it, to be honest.
Xxxxx
I took Hermione along for my shopping trip, she has a wand, so we took her favorite Knight Bus and she was in charge of opening the doorway. With our robes, the people did not pay much attention to us.
"A trunk first, Hermione, we can stash everything directly in it," I told her.
"I know the right shop for it, Dudley, it is right there!" she pointed out.
"Lead the way, my fair maiden, I will follow you until the end of the… street." I joked.
We left the shop with two bottomless book bags and a nice four compartment Trunk, with a Magic Signature lock and all the tropes from Fan Fiction of course, it can shrink, is weightless, has an apartment inside, I bet it can even make a cup of tea. I authorized Hermione for it too, well, if I can't trust her, then I can't trust anyone. My important stuff is in my inventory anyway.
We bought the prescribed ingredients for potions, my trunk has a compartment with stasis spells for food and potion ingredients, the cauldrons, ladles, you know everything for cooking with disgusting ingredients.
My next stop was Olivander, the creepy Wandmaker, we entered the shop and spotted him immediately, doing dungeons every day will get you awesome battle awareness, I call it my domain. I know, I read too much Fan Fiction. We spotted him in a second.
"Ah… yes, you found me," he recuperated, "Miss Granger, Vinewood and Dragon heartstring core, 10 ¾ inches long, very flexible, and who might you be young man?"
"Dudley, and in need of a Wand, it doesn't even have to be a good one, if it gives off some sparks that will be enough." I tried to rile the old man up.
"Hmm, no sense of humor, no filter between the brain and mouth… that will be tricky to find the right one." Did he return my barbs? Shitty old guy!
The tape measure did its stuff until I grabbed it from between my legs, "Hermione? Did that thing get between your legs too? It did? Hey old man! Are you a bit of a pervert? Do you sniff at it at night? I guess you are friends with Dumbledore, aren't you?"
Olivander fumed: "I need those measurements to define the wood and core Young Man!"
"And you find those between our legs? Just that my puberty recently started is no reason for you to look for wood between my legs! That is improper behavior!" I protested. I accepted the slap on my arm from Hermione.
Without a word he took some wands from a shelf, and let me try them, nope, nope, nope, it was getting boring, ten minutes later we left his store with a Yew and Dragon heartstring, 11 ½ inches inflexible.
Hermione told me: "You were very rude to that man Dudley, although I have to admit his methods are a bit creepy and that tape measure was too."
I shrugged: "Robes next, Malkins?"
Hermione nodded: "you better buy some with growth charms on it, you are going to end up 6 1/2 feet or taller."
I grinned at her "Nah, not that high, I don't mind being taller than most though."
Malkins was empty, under the guidance of Hermione, I don't have a sense of fashion apparently, but we got served swiftly.
When all the shopping was done, there was one shop left. "My fair Maiden, to thank you for your assistance, you get to choose a stack of books for yourself. Don't mind the money, you earned a part of it too."
I lost her to the Book Dragon, a true monster. At first, I wanted to tell her I would buy all the books she could carry, but she is scary strong these days, it still was an impressive stack of books though. When I dragged her out of the store with a promise we would return with Harry, we made a stop at Rosalie's Teabag teashop. No, this is not a bloody date! It was me tricking her to eat something sweet, a pastry is not a candy, although it could rot your teeth just the same.
In the shop, Hermione said: "I had a good time, Dudley. Thank you for the books, thank you for being my friend, this school year was the best time I ever had."
I patted her hand and said: "Everything for my fair maiden, I might look more like an ogre than a knight, but I am here to defend your honor… too much? Yeah, I think so too, I have to work a bit more on my lines."
She sighed: "Less than two months now, without you, this year would have seemed twice as long."
"I enjoyed your company too, Hermione, you are fun to be around. Scary smart too." it never hurt to compliment her.
"Just one last task left to do, for you too, Hermione, we have to ask Lord Greengrass or Lord Davis to be our Magical Guardian. In Hogwarts, our Head of house acts as our Magical Guardian, but I trust these as much as I trust Dumbledore."
I added softly: "Remember what you read in the book of Laws and Customs? They can sign you away with a marriage contract once you have your OWLS. Your parents wouldn't even have to sign it."
Hermione gasped: "They wouldn't! No Dudley, they can only act in loco parentis in an emergency. It said so in Hogwarts, a History."
I shrugged: "What if the emergency is a young Pure Blood that desperately needs a concubine? That is an emergency, No?" I smiled: "Better safe than sorry, Hermione. You will be the top witch of our year, even if Daphne and Tracey have better grades, they are spoken for, you are the next best thing. But you only need to worry about it in our fourth or fifth year."
The first thing Hermione did when we arrived at her home was to write a letter with a dozen questions on it to Daphne.
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I kept the Magic stuff out of sight and prepared for Hogwarts, I canceled my membership in my boxing club, by now I have my own gear in my Inventory, and train in my Empty Dungeon. The trainer shrugged, he knew I wasn't a keeper, I didn't have the hunger to beat another kid up. It would not be fair either.
I trained my Elemental Magic up with Hermione to practice Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth spells in my dungeon. Arrows of all kinds flew to the zombies' heads, we changed them into bullets, whips, and rained down lava balls, a combination of Earth and Fire, we smothered them in mud and hardened them, then cut them up with high-pressured water combined with Wind, and I had a blast teaching it to Hermione.
Our elemental spells were two times more powerful than normal ones, and I just had to find out what Fiendfire was all about. Yep, it was a blast, I could easily control its movements, and it was eager to move where I wanted it to be. Stopping the Fiendfire was harder, but well within my limits. It is a rush when you roast all those Zombies in record time. How do you say? I bought an old foghorn and lured them to me. A big Earth wall protected me, and my fire cremated the things. My Yew Wand? Nah, I didn't use it once.
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Hermione went to France for three weeks, getting a tan at the Mediterranean Sea. So I spent most of my time experimenting with my Magic and reading the stack of books I borrowed from Hermione. It did pass my time, too bad Hermione was in France when Harry got his letter. I went alone to Diagon Alley, I used my Wand! Just to call for the Knight Bus, but it counts.
I met Harry at the steps in front of Gringotts, Daphne, Tracey, and the parents were present, as a huge black dog.
"Harry? Is this mutt housebroken? You know that they are strict in here, at least you had him neutered, or else they pee on every doorpost, what is its name? Ah, something dark, like a Star… I know! Is it Sirius? That is a good name, it is the dog star after all. Nah that name is too good for him, he is clearly a mixed breed. Did you check him on fleas and lice? Huh? Why is that huge lug growling at me? Where is my rolled-up newspaper…"
I grinned and patted Sirius on his head: "Nice doggy, Harry will let you out soon, does the rest know of you, Padfoot?"
Harry could not keep it in anymore and started laughing: "I told you he would find out, Sirius."
I looked around and saw several Order members loitering around, I asked: "Are these friends of yours, Lord Greengrass? That one, and there, that, that, and that one over there."
Lord Greengrass looked at them: "Now that you pointed them out, some of them have been following me around a lot lately."
I recognized Moony in disguise, that bloody coward is always dancing to Dumbledore's tunes. I went to him: "Mister, are you planning to kidnap Harry? From what criminal organization are you? You are not very good at stealth are you, wait, I have someone you want to meet. Hey Harry! Sent that mutt over here! This one stinks like a dog too!"
Sirius came running and spotted Moony, I said: "You can talk it out among yourselves, I have to talk to an idiot Auror."
I went to Shacklebolt: "A side job, Mr. Shacklebolt? Does Madam Bones know that you are part of an organization that is after the Boy Who Lived? What are your plans with him? No comment? I am very disappointed in you, sir. You saw what happened to Harry in our home, you read what Dumbledore did to Harry. If you still believe Dumbledore is the leader of the Light then there is no more hope for you, your brains must have rotted away."
A good rant, even if I say so myself. I wonder what bullshit Dumbledore has been feeding him. Meh, not my problem, I exposed the band of misfits, they can only crawl back to their Master.
I returned to Harry and greeted the Ladies, "Lady Greengrass, Lady Davis, I am sorry for my previous action before greeting you. You look lovely as always. Miss Daphne, Miss Tracey, charmed. Miss Astoria, is it possible that you grew even more lovely?"
Astoria shook her head: "That was horrible, Dudley. The smooth Gigolo Act isn't working for you. Try the barbarian way."
"I can't! Hermione would kill me if I didn't mind my manners." I protested "And the Barbarian style is retro already. Girls don't like rough beards or hairy chests anymore."
I showed my wand to Astoria: "See? My wand, I used it already, it works perfectly."
She took the bait, "What spell did you use?"
"I called the Knight Buss with it. That is proof that it is working isn't it?" I grinned.
She shook her head and moved next to her Mother: "Mum? Dudley is bullying me."
Lady Greengrass patted her head and said: "Go easy on him, Tory, he probably is missing Hermione."
Am I? Yeah, I am. I spent a year with her, she kind of grows on you, the extra intellect from the Game helped a lot, otherwise, I would not understand two words of what she was saying.
Sirius came back in person in a foul mood, it seems his talk with Moony didn't go well. "Let's go inside. Dudley, you saved my Godson from a horrible situation, as I said before, I am in your debt."
I shrugged: "We helped each other out, Lord Black. Harry saved me as much as I helped him, besides, we are family, helping family is natural. Oh, I know, maybe you can help me to ward my parent's house against hostile Wizards? I was going to ask Harry to do it, but I bet you have more sway here."
Sirius was glad to be able to repay a part of that debt and arranged it.
Harry finished his business in Gringotts two days before his birthday… can I count on Dumbledore to retrieve that stone on time? To be sure I passed a note to a teller, telling them there is an artifact in a Vault 713 that can make gold worthless, and that there will be one after that stone in a few days. Too much? Meh. If Voldy gets his hand on that stone then I have to hunt him down… that is what ROB wants. Nope, not going to do that, too much of a drag.
Daphne and Tracey are the same as Hermione, born in October, they had to wait a year before they could use their Wands. We went inside with Harry, I forgot to buy a Wand holster, that is my excuse anyway.
When Harry was on his twentieth-plus wand, I stage whispered: "I think he is fondling that tape measure at night, why else does he need it?"
Tracey stomped on my arm: "Dudley! You can't say something like that!"
I protested: "Tracey, it even measured Harry's nostrils after he measured between his legs, how disgusting is that? Between how many kids' legs have that tape been already? And if it did something useful Harry would have a wand already."
That old man expected to sell Voldie's Brother-wand to Harry, too bad the soul piece is gone. Harry ended up with an Ash and Thestral wand. We have to test if he still can talk to snakes, there is a Basilisk waiting to be rendered. The old man is glaring angry at me, I wonder what upset him.
Xxxxx
By the time Hermione got back from France, I got rid of the last layer of fat on my body, some grooming spells later and I am an Adonis! Mister Universe! Step aside Arnold, passing through, yep, this boy achieved the almost impossible! The only downside is that my face still looks like a Troll, I am buffed though. Doing dungeons all year and exercising in the Boxing club did wonders for my body.
Dad looks great too, a healthy diet and exercise did him good, it improved his nighttime fun too, I had to silence my room to get some sleep. The mental pictures are horrible. Mum smiling in the morning doesn't help either.
Hermione visited me with her holiday pictures, three quarters are from the beach. You guessed it, Miss Monokini posed in all kinds of positions, not that there was much to look at, she just started with a training bra.
I told her: "Careful to whom you are showing these pictures, Hermione, you know these Wizard are still living in the Victorian age. You might give them an aneurysm. You look pretty in those pictures though. Did you see something Magical there?"
She answered: "We did not look for it, I read that some Veela enclaves are located at the coast, but I didn't see any. Just lazing about with Mum and Dad on the beach was fun, we needed it to unwind, we did four schoolyears in one year, even with the points from the Game, it was hard, especially because we took the hardest courses. Tell me, what Level are you these days?"
"I am a few days away from Level 75." I said, "It is getting really hard to raise my Level. Let's forget that Dungeon for a bit, are you up to see a movie with me?"
Hermione's eyes shined: "Sure, what are they playing?"
I shrugged: "I don't know, we will see when we get there, I just want to spend time with my best friend."
We took a week off to have fun, no studies, no dungeons, we even took Harry and his girls along a few times, to an amusement park, and a zoo, Harry still can speak Snake BTW, Astoria didn't want to be the fourth wheel and joined Hermione and me on those outings.
Only once did those Dudes from the Phoenix Order bug us, the poor bloke woke up in Siberia. I recently learned to make portkeys and that was a good occasion to try it out. It was easy, a sleeping spell, make the dude invisible, and slap a portkey on his head. Meh, it is summer in Siberia, and he kept his wand, he will be home in no time.
Xxxxx
Finally! Level 75! Ah! I can change my class or upgrade it again!
Your Level reached LV75
You may choose to change or upgrade your Class
Upgrade Mage to(Elemental) (Druid) (Summoner) (Magic Crafter)
Upgrade Warrior to (Berserker) (Viking) (Knight) (Samurai)
Or choose a new Class (Rogue) (Archer)
I am torn between Druid and Magic Crafter, Druid is about plants and stuff, but also Animagus, in a lot of legends they can transform into animals. Magic Crafter should be handy too. Fuck it, I am going for Animagus! I selected Druid. I am already good with Elemental spells thanks to training Hermione, and I want to upstage the Dog.
This time it was Daphne's time to shine, she taught us all the Ancient Nature spells from her family and the Rituals we could do when the planetary movements were in the correct position. It is awesome to throw an acorn on the ground and see it grow into an adult oak in a minute.
Tracey showed her skills by giving us a necklace or, in the case of Harry and me, a bracelet that prevents Mind Control and warns if Potions are near. I don't need the Mind Control, but the warning against Potions is great.
"Daphne? Is it true that the Ancient Druids could transform into animals like Lord Black?" I asked.
Daphne looked at Tracey, who shrugged, "It is probably true, Dudley," said Daphne, "the Animagus skill is proof that it is possible to change into an animal. But unlike an animagus who only has one fixed form, it was told that the Ancient Druids could change into many kinds of animals. Tracey and I have been looking in our library for books, but could not find any."
Tracey added: "We asked Sirius about it, but he said the Blacks originated from Egypt and didn't have Druid books at all. He mentioned the Longbottoms might have some. Hogwarts hasn't got them either, they banned rituals at the start of the previous century."
Astoria stopped our discussion: "Hold it until tomorrow, it is your last day here, so you have to spend it with ME! I am going to be alone for two years so I need the attention!"
We spent an extra day in our Dungeon and spoiled the kid, Harry and I were happy to have Astoria as a little sister, and the brat loved the attention.
Xxxxx
We came with Harry to the train station, we said our goodbyes to our parents yesterday and stayed overnight at the Greengrasses. Astoria had a cute pout when she hugged us goodbye.
She said to me: "They have owls at Hogwarts, Dudley, you have to write at least once a week… no every three, no, two days! I am going to be alone for two years, Dudley! Harry, you too."
"Why do I feel left out? Astoria? Why are only Harry and Dudley the ones that have to write letters? What about me?" Asked Hermione.
Astoria answered: "Because I already have two big sisters and know you and them will write anyway, boys need to be told to write or they forget about me. Mum and Aunty told me so."
We settled in our compartment when the train left the station, "Poor Astoria, all alone at home, I know how that feels." said Hermione, "those two years are going to seem long to her."
Daphne said: "Her birthday is September 4, if she shows some skill she might start next year, Dad can pull some strings if Astoria asks nicely."
Harry nodded: "She has killer puppy eyes, it is hard to refuse those."
The door of our compartment slammed open, and a redhead barged in, "Is Harry Potter here? I want to meet him."
Yeah, Molly stopped teaching manners to her brood after Percy, too much of a hassle with the twins I suppose.
Daphne took control: "If you want to meet Potter, then at least show some manners, Knock on the door and introduce yourself, then ask politely if Heir Potter is in this compartment. And I bet half of the people on this train want to meet him."
Ron Weasley imitated a fish for a bit, then he recuperated: "Slytherins, you must be a slimy Slytherin, Harry doesn't care about slimy Snakes or manners, I am going to be his best friend."
I started laughing: "Daphne, don't be mad, this kid is hilarious, I bet he got dropped on his head a few times, or an old goat told him to seek Potter out. Hey, dude, he is not here, I heard he was in the front wagon of the train. Good luck finding him. See? I bet I am a badger."
Ron nodded: "I think so too, thanks mate, you better avoid these snakes, you can't trust Slytherins."
When he left, I felt pity for the boy, "What the hell has Dumbledore done to that boy? No matter how dense you are, that was not normal behavior. That was almost the same as before we broke that spell at home, Harry. He must be compelled to find you and be your friend and promote Griffindor. Daphne? Don't be mad for being a Snake, Harry still can talk to you, he is a Parselmouth, remember?"
Tracey commented: "His hate for Slytherins is troubling, not liking Slytherins may be normal, but he hates Slytherins with a passion. Dudley could be right, Harry, I heard the Weasleys are loyal supporters of Dumbledore."
What is a Hogwarts train ride without a visit from Malfoy? I know, the end of the world, the apocalypse, cats and dogs living together, total mayhem. The poor door slammed open again, and three boys entered uninvited.
The small white one said: "Heiress Greengrass, Heiress Davis, Potter, why are you sitting with two obviously Mudbloods? Do you need my help to chase them out?"
Daphne looked at me with a question in her eyes, you or me? I motioned to her to take it, Harry was enjoying the entertainment, so was Hermione… are they eating Pop Corn?
Daphne donned her Ice Princess mask and said: "Heir Malfoy, I think you missed a few lessons in proper manners, I will write a letter to your mother about it. And be careful who you are insulting, as far as I know, a son of a slave is lower than a son of a Muggle. If I remember it right, they said your father got branded like a common cow by his Master. They even had to kiss the hem of his robes I am told."
Burn! The pale kid got even paler! Harry looked at Daphne with adoration in his eyes, she is Xena the Warrior Princess! A Valkyrie! An Amazon!
Tracey saw it and tried to get some good points too, "You must have been blind this morning, Malfoy, we were standing together on the platform for a half hour to say goodbye to our family. Can I introduce you to Mr. Dursley and Miss Granger, both are going to be better at Magic than you and the herd of slaves you are supposed to spawn from."
Crap, Tracey! That is a declaration of War! It is true, but still. She scored with Harry though, the boy is smitten with those two.
I turned to Hermione and said: "Remember Hermione, it is Le-vi-O-Sa, not le-Vi-osaa. It is important to pronounce it right you know. The Wingardium doesn't matter."
Harry choked on his Pop-Corn, I stood up and towered above dumb and dumber: "Boys, as good babysitters you need to know how to keep your kid out of trouble. Take him away."
Crabbe and Goyle got the message and dragged Malfoy away, Daphne must have silenced him, he was mouthing something about his father.
Hermione asked: "Daphne? Tracey? Are your parents getting in trouble for this?"
Tracey answered: "No, don't worry, Daphne said she heard people say Malfoy got branded, and I told him he was supposed to be a spawn from a slave. They have been throwing half insults at each other all the time."
She grinned, "Did you see the Levels of everyone? Most adults are between Levels 25 and 40, our parents are between 42 and 48. We are Level 57 after last night, Harry is Level 69 and I bet Dudley with his Level 75 can face Dumbledore and kick his butt."
We were ready to storm the castle when the train stopped at the station.
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Dudley Dursley
Human
Class: Mage / Druid / Warrior
Age 11
Level 75
Str: 91
Agi: 86
Stam: 86
Int: 164
Wis: 164
Mag: 266
Stats Points 15
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Harry James Potter
Human Elemental Mage
Age 11
Level 69
Str: 75
Agi: 81
Stam: 81
Int: 179
Wis: 179
Mag: 228
Stat Points: 6
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Hermione Jean Granger
Human Elemental Mage
Age 11
Level 57
Str: 64
Agi: 65
Stam: 60
Int: 154
Wis: 154
Mag: 145
Stat Points: 45
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Daphne Ellen Greengrass
Human Druid
Age 11
Level 57
Str: 64
Agi: 65
Stam: 69
Int: 151
Wis: 149
Mag: 151
Stat Points: 45
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Tracey Victoria Davis
Human Magic Crafter
Age 11
Level 57
Str: 64
Agi: 69
Stam: 62
Int: 144
Wis: 149
Mag: 152
Stat Points: 45
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Astoria Anabel Greengrass
Human Mage
Age 9
Level 30
Str: 37
Agi: 38
Stam: 38
Int: 83
Wis: 83
Mag: 88
Stat Points: 20