After much insistence, Professor McGonagall had finally agreed to let him off near Charing Cross, but not before making him promise to catch a taxi and go straight back home. Harry had no intention to go through the painful process of being apparated by someone else. Quickly, ducking into the bathroom of a nearby shop, he had shoved all his new stuff into his inventory and apparated on his own back to Number 4. Upon knocking on the door, Vernon had simply dragged him upstairs and shoved him into the cluttered second bedroom of Dudley's and left to talk to his wife in a hushed tone that Harry couldn't make out from his room.
Honestly, he couldn't bring himself to care about them anymore.
Thinking about how Professor McGonagall's words in the Leaky Cauldron had helped him more than she would ever know, he quickly started to rearrange and sort out his inventory, sorting his clothes and books out into separate boxes, taking extra care with the letter he had to deliver to Johnathon's son, when suddenly he came upon a book that he'd picked up in the forest. It was brown and had a single label on its cover, 'ID Create/Escape.'
With some hesitation, Harry picked the book up and suddenly a blue notification came.
Ping!
You have obtained a skill book! Would you like to learn the skill, 'Instant Dungeon Create' & 'Instant Dungeon Escape'?
YES/NO?
Harry gave a grim smile. This was his reward for killing an innocent man…
With a sigh, he pressed the yes button and suddenly the book burst into flames, letting the new knowledge flood into Harry's mind.
Ping!
You have learned two new skills!
ID Create, Lv-1 (0%)
Used to create Instant Dungeons. Higher the level, stronger the dungeon.
Current list-
Empty Dungeon- no monsters.
ID Escape, Lv-1 (0%)
Used to escape from Instant Dungeons.
Harry smiled at that and quickly closed the boxes. A lot happened in the dungeon. He had faced death and had come back stronger for it. He certainly felt strong, and yet the price of his strength weighed strong on him.
Still, at the end of it all, he had finally found a place where he belonged.
That night, for once, no nightmares came his way…only sweet dreams of a green-eyed red-haired woman and a man who looked like him lulled him to a peaceful rest.
"ID Create" a rather frail looking boy in tattered clothes intoned as he walked along a sidewalk in the bustling streets of London. A man sitting on a bench on the other side of the road blinked as the boy walked behind a streetlight pole on one side and didn't come of the other.
That boy, Harry Potter, was having a whale of a time by startling the life out of random strangers on the street. He'd discovered soon after that fateful day of magic shopping in Diagon Alley that sneaking up on people using his Instant Dungeons and startling them by popping out of nowhere was a rather clever little cheat for leveling up his Sneaking, ID Create, and ID Escape skills. He couldn't wait to get to the point where he would be able to gain access to some other forms of Dungeons that involved fighting enemies and leveling up his skills. He had read in one of the many gaming pamphlets he'd perused that Dungeons were basically grinding heavens, supplying the player with enemies to fight in waves until the wanted to stop. Harry couldn't wait to get into that dungeon, but at the moment, he was having fun in this one too.
Harry looked up at the red sky of the dungeon.
Through a series of Observes and discoveries, he had learned quite a few things about Instant Dungeons. For one, there seemed to be no moving objects in there. No wind, no cars, no people, no animals. If it could move, it didn't exist in the ID.
Another crucial thing he'd learned the hard way was that his position in the ID at any moment was equivalent to the position in the real world. He had once entered into an ID, broken open his room's lock in the ID, and then used ID Escape a while later in the garden expecting to exit back in his room, only to pop out into reality barely a foot behind Petunia. Luckily, she had not noticed him appear out of nowhere, but he had then been forced to listen to Vernon rant and rave for hours on end. Luckily, old Mrs. Figg had come over to taste some of Petunia's new baked muffins, and she had managed to resolve the situation before it got too bad.
Mrs. Figg...that had been another little surprise for Harry.
A chance Observe directed at her had ended up revealing much more than Harry had anticipated. As it turned out, she was actually a member of the Order of Phoenix placed in Privet Drive to guard him. Harry couldn't help but wonder how someone like her could be considered a 'guard'. Perhaps she was some sort of British Batman type of person, an innocent old lady by day and crime-fighting vigilante with bulging muscles and secret gadgets at night…probably not though, considering her stats as he remembered them.
Arabella Figg
Lv-30
HP-1500/1500
Race-Squib
Str-8
Vit-14
Dex-3
Int-21
Wis-43
Luc-12
Arabella Figg is a non-magical born of two magical parents and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. She was assigned to watch over Harry in exchange for a house and a small pension for her old age. Although initially, she did it as a job, she has come to like Harry as a humble and clever little boy she thinks he is. She loves her son despite him abandoning her in an old age home prior to her joining the Order.
Harry shook his head and walked over to the nearest ledge of the Southbank Center, on which he was standing on. The view of the London spanning out in front of him against the backdrop of the red sky was as intimidating as it was awe inspiring.
Ping!
Due to extreme use and climbing your Sprinting skill has evolved.
Parkour Lv-15 (30%)
Your speed in parkouring is that of a superhuman being-28 miles an hour.
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