Nine layers of Hell

by fvdv123

ROB, the Random Omnipotent Being, is pissed off at the Fan Fiction Authors for using and abusing his name in their stories. So, when I died, I got His revenge. Forced to live through my favorite stories, I have to avoid ending up in Hell. M for a reason, all the tropes will get their turn and there will be girls eventually. You know me, MR Cringe and Gary Stu are supervising.

33. Chapter 33

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., as always, you all, me nothing, just like most of my colleagues. Don't roll your eyes! People read our stuff too… I admit, not as many as yours.

Previous:

Dumbledore got a black eye but didn't go KO, Snape had to move his Potion Lab to the second floor and is on probation. Binns is still teaching History, Dumbledore got some new Fancy Robes, and Madam Hooch got buried under aged brooms from old students.

In the end, nothing changed.

33 Samhain.

Well something changed, we decided to slow our Muggle education down. Not three or four years in one, but one or two at most. A lot of Uni courses have a practical side, being in Hogwarts prevents it. We focused on our Dungeon and our Magic specializations. Meaning animagus training, as we suspected, there are no books to be found in the library about it. They must be in the restricted section.

Snape had it in for us, and especially me. Dumbledore must have told him I was the snitch that ratted him out. The bat tried everything to sabotage me, dropping my vials, distracting me while I was at a delicate critical point in the process, Gamers' Mind rules! An unbreakable spell on my vial and ignoring the bat completely did the trick.

Xxxxx

We celebrated Hermione's birthday in my Empty Dungeon, I let Astoria and Mipsy look in the pet shop for a ginger half kneazle / Persian cat named Crookshanks I claimed to have seen last month. So my birthday present for Hermione was an ugly ginger cat, and she loved him… the cat, not me, she completely forgot about me.

Did I ever tell you I don't like cats? You see, they have an annoying way to sleep in different poses that makes you jealous of them. While you are working your butt off and come home, dead tired, you see that blasted cat lazing in the sun on its back, stretched out… it is enough to want to smack that animal. And now I bought a bloody Garfield for Hermione, I must have some masochistic tics.

It is not all bad, Crookshanks could somehow understand me when I set it to hunt the Weasley rat and bring the corps, if he does it on time, Daphne will get a pretty sexy cat for her birthday. It worked, the rat population at Hogwarts took a beating, the downside? That bloody cat presented every rat to me for inspection.

Then I realized it was my Druid Magic that made that cat understand me better. I narrowed my demand down, "Crookshanks, see that ginger boy over there? He has a pet rat, that is your target, careful mate, that rat is a tricky one. Remember, if you get it on time, you can choose one from this catalog, maybe even two if Sirius wants to reward you, here is a preview, see that Siamese knockout? Or this Egyptian Mau, oh here is a beauty, see? Plenty of Pussy to choose from."

Three days later, Sirius got a dead rat and the picture of a pretty black half-Kneazle / half-Persian with the note: Daphne's birthday is October 15 and you better give her this cat. Hermione's Crookshanks selected her as a reward for catching the rat.

Daphne named her Midnight and threatened Crookshanks to neuter him if he got her pregnant this year. Crookshanks looked at me with a pleading look.

I comforted him, "Don't worry mate, I'll get her on the potion." If looks could kill, I would be dead by now, Midnight doesn't like me much.

Can you believe I had to negotiate with Midnight? I had to point all the qualities of Crookshanks out to her. I explained what heroic deeds he did to win his prize. I even showed her the Catalog and made her look who Crookshanks could have picked instead of her.

I closed with: "On top of that, you get to have fun with him for a whole year without having to worry about kittens. More so, you can tell your servant when you want off the potion and be a Mum."

Daphne protested: "Hey! I am not a servant! I am a companion!"

I looked at Midnight and shrugged: "Just let her think that, okay? That will be easier on everyone."

Xxxxx

Classes continued… slowly, we began to bring our Muggle textbooks to class and started studying after we showed we had the spell memorized, casually casting it with a wave of our wand, often forgetting to shout the Spell.

In the Zombie Dungeon, we started to experiment with Wandless Silent Casting without moving our hands. Just looking at the target and projecting the spell on the target. It was hard at first, but we saw the benefits if we could master it.

Hermione developed a nifty spell, she found a spell to inflate balloons and car tires, she began to project that spell into the heads of the Zombies, it cost almost no Magic power, and it caused the eyes to pop out as in the Cartoons of that coyote. We became good with that spell, a horrible spell if you do that on real people. We popped a thousand Zombies in two hours with time to spare.

When that got boring, we tested all kinds of spells on the Zombies, petrifying, silencing, grooming spells like combing the hair, shaving hair, coloring charms, you know all the spells you need to practice on someone else before you risk it on yourself.

Tracey found a nice one too, it locked all the bones in the position they are when the spell is cast. The Spell froze the joints between the bones. Everything still functions, but not a single bone can move an inch. It is borderline torture, if you can't do wandless silent casting to dispel it, you could be paralyzed for weeks, starving slowly to death.

The best feature is that the spell is invisible, the Avada is a slow-moving green spell, stinging hex is a red one, you can avoid them easily. The paralyzing Spell is an instant cast and if the target is within 50 feet, if you don't have any Magic resistance you are a sitting duck.

We trained that spell like boys who were embarrassed when they could not unhook the bra from their first girlfriend and started practicing at home… Yeah, me too. Bloody complicated contraptions, and when you finally got it right, she changed models with a completely different locking system. I swear she did it on purpose. When next we made out, I spent five minutes fondling her backside to find those hooks, I found out she bought one that closed at the front. I broke up with her, she laughed too loud, bitch. Petty? Definitively NOT! A guy doesn't want to feel like a blundering idiot… even when he is one.

Where was I? Ah, spell, we became frighteningly good with that spell, a look at a Zombie froze it in place, no hand moving no spell shouted, not a wand pointing. Just a look and you have a living statue. The Petrificus is not the same, that spell snaps all the limbs together and you are as stiff as a board, our spell can freeze someone and the one next to him won't notice it until they look or talk to him.

Playing with spikes is fun too, spears, Earth, Ice, Iron, even Fire spikes, I developed a giant Chinese finger trap for Basi, silver needles for Werewolves, even silver nets to trap them in. Tying the zombies up is fun too, tied up, they still move like maggots to get to us. Are we becoming maniacs? Nah.

Xxxxx

Samhain, or Halloween, depending on what Deity you sell your soul to. I was curious that Canon was still running, that evening at dinner I checked if someone was missing. Did the Weasel let someone else cry? Nope, they are all counted for.

There he is! The door slammed open and Quirrell made his drama debut, "Troll in the Dungeon! I thought you wanted to know." and fake drop on the floor… end scene.

I nudged Harry: "Check if that faker still has a heartbeat, slap his face a bit. Hurry before someone else thinks of it."

Did I set him up? Yeah, but it is a sure way to expose Voldie in public. Harry jumped over the table and squatted next to Quirrell: "Sir? Are you still alive?" Harry touched Quirrell's neck, searching for a pulse, and slapped his face, "Wake up, Sir!" slap, slap! SLAP, SLAP!

In the meantime, Dumbledore shouted: "Silence! Prefects, lead the student to your dorms, Now!"

I put a sonorus on my voice and protested: "NO! We want to hunt the Troll too! Why can only the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins have all the fun? Why can't we hunt for the Troll too? Our parents pay good money, so we have to get the same education! We want to hunt the Troll! We want to hunt the Troll!"

I made a beeline for the door and escaped, while Harry looked bedazzled as Quirrell turned into dust. "I didn't slap that hard," he mumbled.

Trusting Canon, I sprinted to the second floor and saw the troll pay a visit to Myrtle. All those possibilities, that Troll died in a lot of ways, I call them the Three Martyrs of Harry Potter Fan Fics, the Troll, the Basilisk, and the Dragon, those three poor creatures died in a thousand different ways, one crueler than the next one.

I went for the classic one, no, I do not jump on its back, it is time for my Le-vi-O-Sa, I took my trusted Wand out of my Inventory and yelled "Wingardium Le-vi-O-Sa!" I guided the club high against the ceiling, and when the Troll looked up to the club I planted the club on the Troll's face. Almost Level 76 made a big mess of that poor Troll's head.

I floated the Troll behind me with another Le-vi-O-Sa and went back to the Great Hall to show my trophy. Halfway to the Hall, I spotted the Ravens and Lions… they still had to move to their dorm? Ah! They must have witnessed Voldemort in vapor form.

I waved: "Hey guys! Ravenclaw won the contest! I just had a hunch where I could find it. What do we win?"

Hermione scolded me: "Why didn't you take us along? You a Troll, Harry turned Quirrell into dust, What about our fun?"

Daphne complained to me too: "Hermione is right, what about us?"

I held my hands up and said: "Alright, the three of you can have the next one. What do you prefer, a Basilisk or a colony of Acromantula?"

Tracey answered: "Both of course!"

"Where is Harry?" I asked, "Did he go out for a hunt too?"

Daphne shook her head: "Remember that dark aura on Quirrell? Voldemort stuck on the back of Quirrell's head, when Harry touched him, he turned into dust. We already sent our Patronus to our parents and Hermione sent one to Sirius. They will be here any second."

The Claws and Lions were listening slack-jawed to us and looked at a floating Troll with a smashed-in face. Meh, we took the Troll to the great hall, to search for Harry.

Hermione commented: "That is the next thing to research, how to stay in contact with each other when we are separated."

I shrugged: "You are right, we got to find a way to communicate. Daphne, can you float Trolly, I have to send a Patronus to Madam Bones, and girls, remember, this was a Troll Hunt organized by the Staff to celebrate Voldie's dead day."

Xxxxx

Madam Bones sat at a table with several high officials at a dinner party to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the end of the Wizarding War, when a big Lion Patronus appeared before her and a manly… boyish voice said to her: "Madam Bones, can you send someone to Hogwarts? There was a Troll loose in the Castle and a teacher just died. I think your niece is safe, although I heard there was a Troll in the Dungeon."

That was enough to cause a stampede, a lot of the guests had a kid in Slytherin and hurried to Scotland. Let's see how Dumbledore talks himself out of this one.

Xxxxx

Sirius was the first to arrive, he was at the three Broomsticks getting drunk when he got Hermione's Patronus: "Padfoot, Harry is in trouble, get here as fast as you can." Sirius rushed to the castle, he slammed the doors of the Great Hall open and saw Harry surrounded by the Professors.

"Get away from my Godson!" he roared, "Nobody is going to hurt my boy, or there will be Blood Feuds!"

Harry smiled when he heard that, and went to Sirius, "Hey Padfoot, this castle is a madhouse. Did you know they set a Troll loose so that the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins could hunt it in the Dungeons? Dudley got mad because the Claws had to go to our dorm, he went to hunt the Troll alone."

Sirius looked at Harry and asked: "Why did I receive a Patronus from Hermione that you are in trouble?"

Harry pointed to a pile of ash: "That used to be our Dada Professor Quirrell, when he rushed in to start the Troll Hunt, he fake fainted. Dudley told me to mess with him a bit, you know, feel for a heartbeat and slap his face to wake him up. I swear, I only slapped him four times, and not even that hard. Suddenly he screamed and turned into… well, that."

Sirius turned to Dumbledore, who was listening astonished to Harry's explanation, and hissed: "Are you completely gone insane, Dumbledore? Why are you setting a Troll loose in the castle for a Hunt?"

The doors slammed open again, and a brave, mildly good-looking boy, accompanied by three stunning beauties, came into the Great Hall. A Troll with a caved-in head floated behind them.

That Manly, Heroic, Brave, mildly Good-looking boy made a victory sign and shouted: "Ravenclaw won! I claim the carcass as spoils of the Hunt… no, what was it again Daphne?"

"Right of conquest, Dudley, you killed that Troll by yourself, so you have the first claim." answered Daphne, she got in front of McGonagall and said: "Professor McGonagall, I want to file a complaint to the organizers of this event. This is a clear case of discrimination against Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Why was only Hufflepuff and Slytherin allowed to hunt for the Troll?"

McGonagall finally came to her senses: "Miss Greengrass, there was never an event like that! We would never allow a Troll to roam free in the castle, let alone organize a Hunt for it!"

Sirius exploded: "Yes you did, McGonagall! The castle has wards to keep Trolls out, and even warns you when one is near the border! So when a Troll is in this castle, Dumbledore knows about it. Dumbledore, don't take me for a fool, we will get to the bottom of this, if this is one of your sick games you will pay."

Sirius glared at the Staff and demanded: "Now explain to me how a teacher can turn into ash in front of my Godchild."

Xxxxx

This was fun, claiming this as an organized event got the staff off balance, it made Dumbledore wonder where his plans went wrong, and had to recalculate his future actions, Harry's story and my claim surprised the old goat.

Ah, the doors of the Great Hall slammed open again, this time Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis came in with their Ladies, all of them with wands in their hands. They froze when they spotted the floating Troll close to their daughters.

Lord Greengrass asked: "What is the meaning of this? Why is there a Troll in the castle? Who put my little girl in mortal danger?"

Hmm? No comments from the Bat? Ah, he is still on probation, a wrong word and he is out. At least he has some common sense.

I heard Lord Davis roar: "No, Dumbledore! Allowing Trolls in the castle is not a minor mistake! You put my daughter before a Troll and think I am OK with that?"

Sirius added: "It looks like having three full-time jobs is too much for you, Dumbledore, you better pick one because you are going to lose the other two."

Hey! The girls can act too! They were crying in the arms of their mother, even Hermione was hugged! The professors realized they were being played when they saw Daphne cry in her mother's arms, when not a minute before she demanded the right to hunt that Troll. "Her Mommy, I was so scared" topped it all.

The doors of the Great Hall slammed open again, this time a whole herd rushed in, a bunch of Death Eaters in front, they did not notice the ash on the floor and stomped all over it.

Malfoy got in front of Dumbledore and fumed: "Why is there a Troll in the castle, Dumbledore? Are you out of your mind? Hmm, is that a mountain Troll?"

Dumbledore took them to his office and did damage control, he lost his side jobs though, Sirius insisted that he focused on teaching instead of politics, strangely enough, helped by Madam Bones and Malfoy.

Xxxxx

Our reputation was set from that day, The Boy Who Lived became the Boy Who Killed, I was named Troll Slayer, the girls were The Three Princesses, although behind their backs it was Battle Crazy Bitches. Our group got nicknamed The Geniuses, and behind our back The Freaks, Harry was a bit touchy about that name, it got a bunch of Slytherin NEWT students a stay in the Hospital wing for a couple of days. As I said, a bit touchy.

We discovered the RoR when we were exploring the seventh floor, as our local Magic Crafter, I let Tracey do the discovery, I just gave a few hints in the right direction, Hermione was in heaven, all the books from the restricted section were there for grabs! Harry saw a whole shelf with books on Parsel Magic, Daphne and I were paging through Druidic Magic and Animagus books.

Tonks was a regular visitor to our group, she was a fun-loving chick and didn't mind spending some time with her cousin, although Cousin can be taken liberally, Harry's Grandmother was the sister of Tonk's Great-Grandfather, if they hook up you can't call that inbreeding, no?

Because it is Tonks last year, we decided to let her in the secret of the RoR, Harry did the introduction: "Tonks, this here is the Room of Requirements, in here you can create any environment you want, a potion lab, a library, a dueling arena, a training space, anything is possible. We only ask you to keep it a secret."

Tonks explored the room Harry made, every function he named was there, she smiled at Harry: "Little cousin, if you didn't already have a bunch of girls hanging around your neck, then I would claim you for myself. I can use this room anytime I want?"

Harry swallowed, Tonks is a fine-looking babe, he answered: "Yeah, just when you make the room, be sure to allow access to the five of us. We do that for you too."

Harry go his first titty hug, ah, to die between the globes of heaven, what a sweet way to go. He could also die from the daggers Daphne and Tracey are glaring at him when his hands were on Tonks's ass.

Xxxxx

When Christmas break was in sight, we voted on what to kill first, the Basilisk or the Acromantula. There must be something wrong with our mentality, we all voted for the Basilisk, more so when Tracey vetoed the use of roosters.

She argued: "Where is the achievement when you let some chickens kill that Basilisk?"

I tried to joke: "Harry and I can say we killed it with our cock!… Alright, saying it out loud, it sounds all kinds of wrong. Chickens are banned, how are we going to kill it?"

Daphne suggested: "Fiendfire, we burn it."

Tracey protested: "No way Daph, I need those body parts unharmed, we can make a fortune with that snake."

Harry asked: "Dud? Are you sure there is a Basilisk in a Secret Chamber? How did you find out?"

I explained… bullshitted: "You know that I studied a bit about Ghosts to see what makes them tick, I questioned Myrtle, she is the youngest Ghost, she is in fact Voldemort's first victim. He controlled that basilisk to terrorize Hogwarts and she was the first one to die."

A long story short, they all got updated on the life and death of Tom Riddle.

After training a night in our Zombie Dungeon, meaning eighty hours of Zombie killing, we were ready to kick Snake. We trained blindfolded, trusting our other senses and battle awareness, we added Aura Sense to our skills. Even with our eyes closed we felt the aura's. Meh, it will work.

Xxxxx

Harry opened the sink after we moved the alerts away from it, and slid down the slope, Ladies first of course, even when covered with filth and staring daggers at me, it was worth it. The shed skin made Tracey salivate, all the things she could create from it…

At the door of the chamber, we prepared our equipment, the Hero party is preparing for battle! That need special movements you know, we saw that in the Movies, strong short movements, the boots are important, those shoelaces have to be tied properly, filling all our pockets with all kinds of stuff, we took an example from Rambo and Schwarzenegger movies… we had to drop three-quarters of our equipment, it weighed a ton!

Harry opened the door and we advanced in battle formation, meaning the girls up front… I promised they could kill it! Naggers, equal rights between Women and Men, remember?

The room was empty, after exploring a bit, Hermione said to Harry: "Harry, tell these statues to open or something, there must be something here."

Harry was the only Parselmouth, we spent a day in my Empty Dungeon trying to learn it without success.

We got ready for battle when a statue opened its mouth and a loud hissing came out of it.

"Get ready! That snake is pissed!" shouted Harry, "Hungry too."

I concentrated on getting those eyes covered, I conjured a big black bag before the statue's mouth and captured the head of the Basilisk in it, with a Sticking Charm the eyes were blocked. It was almost as easy as using chickens. Having a team of ruthless killers helps too.

We chained the snake to the floor, we did not know what the snake said to Harry and he did not say, but the force he used to drive a spike through his brain said enough. Tracey groaned when so many parts got destroyed.

Daphne stopped me from storing it: "Wait a bit, Dudley, let us study this basilisk, if we are lucky we can transform into a Magical Snake."

I shook my head: "I'll store it in my Inventory and we study it tonight in my Empty Dungeon. Let's explore this place first."

Riddle looted the place clean, we found an empty office and a dusty storage room, as a consolation prize we found two extra shed skins.

Xxxxx

By now the only ones with enough nerves to talk to us are Tonks, the Patils, and strange but true, Millicent Bulstrode, that kid has a major crush on me, I am her Top Troll, her Barbarian, even Hermione's Killer Glares can't scare her off.

On the train ride home, we were left alone, no Malfoy, no Weasley, although seeing his rat getting killed by Crookshanks traumatized the kid. I felt sorry for the kid and gave Percy money to get him a new wand and an owl.

Tonks came into our compartment and locked the door behind her, she turned to us and asked: "Can you guys explain how you got so good at Magic? I saw you all casting spells without wands or words. I would do anything if you could share it with me or teach me. You know I can keep a secret."

We looked at each other, I shrugged, Harry nodded, Daphne took a long look at Tonks, and finally nodded, Tracey nodded too, Hermione smiled, she liked Tonks and nodded too.

"You better keep this a secret, Tonks, this is the kind that gets you hunted down before you get too powerful. Do you see that blue floating screen? Mentally push yes. Ok now think Stats!"

Nymphadora Victoria Tonks

Human Mage

Age 17

Level 28

Str: 27

Agi: 28

Stam: 28

Int: 45

Wis: 30

Mag: 68

Stat Points: 0.

"Like in video games, your powers are analyzed into numbers, in a way you can see this as I am a Gamer and I invited you to my party. The trick is that we can level up in a Dungeon. Your level is already quite high, but we can make it better. Girls, change into your gear in my apartment trunk."

Twenty minutes later we introduced Tonks to our Zombies after a brief explanation I said: "Tonks, I am going to reset your level, that way you receive more status points. That is level 1 and all stats to 10. Feel free to cast all the spells you can think of, I set the XP point distribution to only you. Guys and Galls, let's see how high we can boost her in two hours. Time it… Go!"

Tonks screamed the lungs out of her body when we set loose! Hermione made a row of Zombie's heads explode, my massive Fiendfire Lion went to another section and started to burn its way through another group all the while my foghorn was calling the zombies to us, Daphne made a pack of stone Direwolves that tore into the Zombies with a vengeance. Tracey enchanted several blades to spin at high speed and steered them to decapitate her targets. Harry made a carpet of fire and burned his way through the mass.

We stood in our favorite spot in the Dungeon, a five-way crossroads in the center of the city ruins. Each of us has a road to cover, and with the Foghorn they kept on coming.

In the second hour, we started to dual cast, a new development, we used our wands in our off-hand and used the other to guide our main Magic. It is a rush to control two Fiendfire Lions, Daphne created two more of Direwolve packs and made them go berserk, Tracey's disks made a mess, while Tonks yelled "Stupefy!"

Hermione commented: "That won't kill them, Tonks, use the Cutting curse, that is a good one to start. Harry, up the volume of that horn, please. We silenced our spot, Tonks, that foghorn is too loud."

Wave after wave the Zombies kept on coming, the few that came through, got grind in Tracey's last defense, picture the machine they use to shred trees and modify it to shred zombies… yep, very messy.

Xxxxx

We changed our gear and sat back down in our train compartment, we checked her progress.

Nymphadora Victoria Tonks

Human Mage

Age 17

Level 35

Str: 45

Agi: 45

Stam: 45

Int: 45

Wis: 45

Mag: 45

Stat Points: 175

Hermione commented: "Do you see the difference? You raised 7 levels, but your body and Magic are a multitude stronger than before. See your extra stat points? Put 50 each in Intellect, Magic, and Wisdom, and 5 to the rest."

Harry said: "You have doubled your power and Magic in just two hours, Tonks. We don't go all out every time like today, we would go nuts if we did. The higher our level gets the harder is it to level up. Dudley just got to Level 76, it took him six months to raise one level. I am Level 72, the girls are closing in on us with Level 67."

Harry patted a still somewhat dazed Tonks on her back: "The advantage of these Dungeons is that time goes ten times faster in there and we don't age in there. One last thing you have to learn, Tonks, take this book on Magic Theory and try to memorize it, I mean it, try really hard to memorize this book in Dudley's Empty Dungeon. You will get the Eidetic Memory skill.

I put her in my Empty Dungeon and after ten minutes I went in to see how far she got. She saw me coming in and smiled: "I have the skill. That and the increase of my Intellect and comprehension from my Wisdom not only let me memorize this book, but I understand it better now. I am going to Ace my NEWTS with this. Thanks, Dudley."

I took her outside and told her: "We can give you another two-hour boost in a few days, that will bring you over Level 50. After that, you are one of the team and have to contribute, We are doing Dungeons on fixed days in the RoR you can always join."

Tracey grinned: "We spend more time changing clothes than we spend in the dungeons. Welcome to the team, Tonks."

Tonks hugged her and said: "Thank you all, now I have to go through all my course books again to get the missing parts, I am so going to Ace my NEWTS."

Harry grinned evilly at me and said: "Tonks, do you remember that article in the Daily Prophet about Snape? Guess who deserves that kiss."

Xxxxx

An: Stats coming up! Scroll if you are not interested!

Dudley Dursley

Human

Class: Mage / Druid / Warrior

Age 11

Level 76

Str: 92

Agi: 87

Stam: 87

Int: 165

Wis: 165

Mag: 267

Stats Points 20

Xxxxx

Harry James Potter

Human Elemental Mage

Age 11

Level 72

Str: 78

Agi: 84

Stam: 84

Int: 183

Wis: 183

Mag: 234

Stat Points: 21

Xxxxx

Hermione Jean Granger

Human Elemental Mage

Age 12

Level 67

Str: 74

Agi: 75

Stam: 70

Int: 194

Wis: 194

Mag: 185

Stat Points: 5

Xxxxx

Daphne Ellen Greengrass

Human Druid

Age 12

Level 67

Str: 74

Agi: 75

Stam: 79

Int: 191

Wis: 189

Mag: 191

Stat Points: 5

Xxxxx

Tracey Victoria Davis

Human Magic Crafter

Age 12

Level 67

Str: 74

Agi: 79

Stam: 72

Int: 184

Wis: 189

Mag: 192

Stat Points: 5

Xxxxx

Astoria Anabel Greengrass

Human Mage

Age 10

Level 30

Str: 37

Agi: 38

Stam: 38

Int: 83

Wis: 83

Mag: 88

Stat Points: 20

Xxxxx

Nymphadora Victoria Tonks

Human Mage

Age 17

Level 35

Str: 50

Agi: 50

Stam: 50

Int: 98

Wis: 98

Mag: 98

Stat Points: 1