HP: The Magical Gamer

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It'd been months since he appeared in this world. He had gotten into a quick routine to stop himself from feeling lonely and miserable.

He spent his free time with Harry and his friends while using most of his time to level up. Isis had been a good friend who had given him quests almost daily so he could speed up his levelling process. He had killed, stolen corpses from graveyards, mutilated dead bodies and did many morally questionable things for his quests.

In the end, it was worth it. He always reminded himself that.

While his levels weren't as high as he wanted, he was glad that he would be the most powerful student when he went to Hogwarts. Yes, Henry was again going to Hogwarts for his first year in this world.

It was weird that he would ride the Hogwarts Express again for the first year. Not that he had to repeat much since he only got two months of education in his real world.

He was relieved that he wouldn't have to fear the older students. Since the war had started, Henry was sure there would be many Death Eater juniors at Hogwarts.

He was also glad that the public didn't know he was the one who killed all those Death Eaters. He didn't need any attention. His goal now was to silently level up to 300 and help others when they asked him.

He wasn't naive enough to think that he wouldn't get attention with his stubborn decision for silver hair and eyes and for keeping his last name 'Potter'. But he would try to keep that attention as little as he could.

Henry had decided with the story that he was a distant relative to Harry, that he was a Potter from a sub-branch of the main family. Dumbledore had been helpful in creating documents for his identity. According to it, he was an orphan, son of a dead squib couple, Asher and Mary Potter.

He knew his decision to keep his last name Potter was going to create many problems for him, but he couldn't bring himself to change it. His name had already been changed by Isis, he would feel like a stranger living in his own body if he couldn't even call himself a Potter. He would rather go through many hurdles than leave his last name. That last name was his legacy and he wouldn't insult it. He checked his character sheet.

[Character Sheet]

[Name: Henry Potter

Race: Human

Class: Necromancer

Lvl: 50(0%)

HP: 2500 (10 per second)

MP: 5000 (100 per second) ]

Traits:

[Remorseless]

[Lustful]

Perks:

[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)

[Gamer's Body] (Passive)

[Observe] (Active)

[Peak Body] (Passive)

[Skill Create] (Active)

[Teleportation] (Active)

[Inventory] (Active)

[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)

[Killer] (Active)

[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)

[Unlimited Money] (Active)

[Shapeshifter] (Active)

Skills:

[Skeleton Horde]

[Undead Archer]

[Repair]

[Create Undead]

[Ray of Darkness]

[Mana Manipulation]

He had created a new skill when the [Create Skill] perk was available again.

[Mana Manipulation]

– This skill gives the user power to control his mana to affect the reality. The more powerful the user, the more he can control his mana.

It was a good skill. He needed this skill to keep up the appearance of a wizard. Right now, he was a Necromancer and his system didn't let him use his magic since it was attached to the Mage class.

So, to counter it, he had to spend his [Create Skill] perk to obtain this power. He couldn't exactly go to Hogwarts if he wasn't able to do magic after all.

After declining Harry's offer to sit with him, Henry sought out an empty compartment for himself. He placed his trunk over the upper seat and slumped down on the window seat, staring through the window as parents and children parted with hugs and kisses.

His mother's kind face popped up in his mind. A terrible sadness washed over him. He wished he could throw his arms around her and bury his face into her bosom like he used to do. That would surely cure him of this depression and loneliness.

At least, his world was frozen and his mum didn't have to feel the sorrow of losing a child. And just like that, determination coursed through his body again.

He would max this class. He would reach the highest level in Necromancer. He would revive Iris, he would stop his mother from falling apart. Then they would be a happy and loving family again.

A growl sounded from beside him, snapping him out of his trance. Aura was glaring at him. Seeing his cute feline companion lightened the weight on his heart. She was a blessing in this unknown world.

He knew what she was wanting him to do from her wide eyed stare.

"Fine. But don't think that I will always give in to your demands. Just for a few hours, okay?" Henry grumbled half-heartedly.

Unlike a cat, Aura nodded in affirmation. Henry gave out an amused huff and used his [Shapeshifter] perk to turn himself into a small black cat.

Aura mewled loudly and pounced on him. Henry, who now was a black Burmese cat, got into a joyful mood and started playing with her. The two small cats played and wrestled for a while before slowing down and snuggling with each other.

"You are so soft, papa." Aura purred, rubbing her face on his side.

Yes, Henry could understand Aura when he was in cat form. And yes, Henry was a father at the young age of 11. Any problems?

Henry tried to move, but his 'daughter' had her paws around him, keeping him close to her. That was the reason why Henry didn't find his cat form as enjoyable as he should. Because when he was in cat form, he was just a glorified pillow for Aura.

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