The Potter Prodigy: Rise of the Gamer

Harry teleported to the muggle side of London in the middle of the night after he was sure that his mother and sister were asleep. He was standing on a narrow lane between two buildings with no one around. Even though it was after midnight, there was no silence. Harry could hear vehicles and people a few blocks away. Probably on the main road.

He was in a white long sleeve hoodie and white trousers, white gloves covering his hands. Even his shoes were pure white. Every inch of his skin was covered by the white fabric, except his face.

His identity was hidden behind a thin blood red mask which obscured his whole face. The mask was plain and had no intricate details. It had just two gaping holes from which glowing green eyes could be seen. The mask was well made as it fit his face perfectly. The black hair of Harry was hidden under his hood. Only the green eyes could be used to identify this mysterious figure. And no one in muggle London was going to identify him anyway.

'Let's get to work.' Harry thought and shot up, flying above the buildings, uncaring if he could be seen by the people. The wind was a bit cold, so he was glad that he chose a full sleeve hoodie that would keep out most of the chilly winds. He kept his eyes open to catch any unethical thing happening on the ground. For the first hour, he just flew randomly, not finding anything of note.

Suddenly, he smirked behind his mask when he saw three thugs ushering an old lady towards the alleyway. He used [Observe] on them.

All four of them, including the old lady, were muggles. They didn't have any MP points or a Class. And their HPs were considerably lower than the mages. The three thugs were all between lvl 14 and lvl 18. They were too easy targets.

He silently teleported behind them and cleared his throat loudly trying to catch their attention. And the attention he got.

The three men quickly whirled around, armed with guns. Harry swiftly used his [Shield] as the sound of gunshots filled the narrow alley. The old woman dropped on the ground, trembling from fear, trying to hide away from the commotion.

The translucent shield absorbed the bullets and turned the metal shrapnels into nothing, the three men couldn't help but just stare at him in horror and surprise. Harry could understand that. It wasn't everyday that a small kid in full white attire and red mask pops out of nowhere in the middle of night. And let's just not talk about vaporising the metal bullets with some sort of energy shield before they could pierce his body.

Harry took the advantage of their momentary befuddled minds and used his [Death Arrow] on them. He didn't have time to play here, so he decided to be quick. Their bodies were violently thrown to the opposite walls, splashes of red colouring the dirty white wall, as their innards spilled out of their broken bodies. They all were dead even before they hit the ground.

The old lady stared at him with frightened eyes as she scrambled back, trying to put as much distance between the monster and herself. Harry didn't spare her a single glance and took the guns and ammunition from the bodies of the dead thugs.

He didn't have enough MPs to kill everyone with 'death arrows', the gun would be very useful as an alternative. He could just hide behind his shield and gun them down while their own weapons won't work on him. Simple and effective method. He finally used his [Inventory] for the first time. He equipped one gun and stored the ammunition and two extra guns in the inventory.

"Who are you?" the elderly woman asked after she realised he wasn't after her. She was still standing far from him, but at least was looking in his emerald eyes. Harry tilted his head to the side, thinking of a cool superhero name which might immortalise his name in history. Well, he was sure that not everybody will consider him a superhero since his tonight's actions will make him look like a psychopathic serial killer. But whatever! He wasn't here to earn their goodwill.

It took him just half a minute to create a name and a persona.

"Red Grim." He whispered in a soft tone and then quickly vanished. He might regret the edgy name in the future, but the current him was brimming with smugness at the creation of this great name.

The last thing he heard was her terrified scream as she saw the killer-child vanish into nothing.

Harry, or more accurately Red Grim was on a schedule. He had killed 3 men, but he still had 97 more to kill. Would he be able to find 97 more people to kill tonight or would it take more days? Who knows, he could at least try.

1 Year Later

Harry opened the character sheet as he sat on his bed in his room, after he had finished his regular classes along with Iris.

Character Sheet

Name: Harry Potter

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 125(0%)

HP: 6250 (10 per second)

MP: 12,500 (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)

Skills :

[Ray of Light]

[Death Arrow]

[Flying]

[Shield]

[Leech]

[Bomb]

[Energy Shield]

He had finally reached level 100 last night when he killed yet another group of criminals. Seriously, by now he must have killed hundreds of people to reach this level. He didn't have a clue of the total number of murders he had committed. You could say that this year has been the year for murder for Harry. Every quest given by Isis had involved killing criminals. It had soon become boring. But what could you do? Levels are levels.

He was quite infamous in the muggle world by now. His name was already known worldwide since he had single-handedly killed so many people in just one year. His name 'The Red Grim' sparked fear or awe in people's hearts.

There have been more than a few people who approved of his actions while most of the population was horrified to see a small kid in white attire and red mask murdering people like it was going out of fashion.

There even have been debates on the most popular news channels about the mysterious psychopath 'The Red Grim'.

Harry was always amused while watching different groups of people justifying his actions or calling him an unhinged devil child. It was quite humorous that in reality he was neither a psychopath nor a righteous hero. Whatever he had been doing was all because the game needed it. It wasn't his fault that all the quests Isis gave him had involved killing criminals. And he needed those levels desperately.

Was the life of hundreds of people worth the XP he got? Obviously, duh.

And reaching level 100 had so many advantages. Ignoring the obvious, he also gained extra 25 levels due to the reward of 5000 XP for reaching level 100. So, now instead of level 100, he was directly level 125. And the perk of increased MP regeneration was indescribably amazing. 100 MP per second was just too good. Like really, too good.

And in the last year he had made two more skills which were useful in their own ways. And Energy Shield was an amazing and necessary skill to have.

'There is no shield which can block the Unforgivables! It is stupid to even try using the shield charm for stopping them. How cool would it be if I said 'watch me!' and then calmly stood in the path of any Unforgivables and blocked them with this shield while smirking smugly. I can imagine the awed silence.'

And the bomb skill was pretty self-explanatory. Like you know, you throw it at people, you run away in another direction, you put your fingers in your ears and enjoy the gory explosion. Simple. Normal. That's how you do it. Right?

[Bomb]

A glowing red energy ball which can be shot at the enemy. It deals 3000 HP damage to everybody in the ten metre radius of explosion while consuming 1000 MP from the user.

[Energy Shield]

A silver translucent shield which blocks every energy type(spells, light beams, lightning, etc) of attack. 200 MP/minute to use.

He hummed as he examined his character sheet. It was a bit annoying that the game didn't give him any more perks after [Killer] when he completed his first 'killing quest' of murdering 100 criminals. He had killed so many people after that and he still got only XPs and nothing more than that. He wanted to complain so much. He would have wholeheartedly welcomed more overpowered perks.

Trait Gained:

[Whiner]

A crying baby who always whines about things he couldn't change. Decreases your charisma by half.

…

…

'WHAT! Come on, Isis. You can't do that to me.'

Watch me!

'Okay, okay. I am really sorry. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. Please remove this trait. Please, Isis. PLEASE!'

You sure? I still think it will fit your character.

'I am sorry.' he whined.

Trait removed:

[Whiner]

A crying baby who always whines about things he couldn't change. Decreases your charisma by half.

Harry sighed in relief. That was just strange. In the beginning, Isis' voice had been so monotonous like a robot, but now she was slowly gaining a personality. A nice personality. He would need to be careful not to offend her.

Yep. You should.

Harry resisted the urge to yell 'See!' and threw his hands exasperatedly. He glanced at the [Killer] perk.

[Killer] (Active)

Gives an aura of danger around you. The shadows seem to increase in your presence while the light dims around you. Gives the player 50% chance of obedience with people while using it. Strong willed beings will easily resist it.

Hmm, he could definitely use it to his advantage. And he was glad that he could turn it on and off to his convenience. He didn't want to be treated like a serial killer by strangers who could well become his friends in future. And let's just not talk about how disheartening it would be to see Iris and his mother fearing him because of this perk. He would need to be careful while using this.

Currently he was waiting for his mother and sister to get ready so the all three could finally go to Diagon Alley to buy their school supplies. He and Iris had recently gotten their Hogwarts' acceptance letter. And today they were going to get their things and most importantly their wands.

He was impatiently tapping his foot on the floor as he stood at the fireplace of his manor from where they would floo to Diagon Alley. Harry had tried to convince his mother to allow him to teleport himself there, but he had received a firm no as an answer. She had lectured him about the benefits of concealing his special powers so he could surprise his opponents in future when he could be in tricky situations. He had reluctantly agreed, seeing sense in her words. After five minutes which felt like five hours to Harry, the family of three flooed to Diagon Alley.

Object gained: Magical Holly wand with phoenix feather as a core.

The wand decreases the requirement of MP for using any spells by 50%.

'Well… that would have been helpful when I had less MP, but now since I have 'Increased MP regeneration' perk, the wand wouldn't be that useful. But still, who knows it might become useful somehow. And it's better to use this wand while at Hogwarts instead of wandless magic so as not to give away my advantage.'

"I need a letter every Sunday. Do you hear me!" Lily said as her son was pressed tightly in her embrace. Her one arm coiled around his back while the other kept his face forcefully on her soft chest.

"Air!" Harry complained as he squirmed in her arms. Lily finally pulled back from the too long hug, giving him a warning look. Iris was standing beside them, giggling at Harry's predicament. Harry sent her a brief glare to which she responded by blowing a raspberry.

'You're next, little sister. Then it will be my turn to laugh.'

"Yes, yes. I will write you a letter every Sunday. Fine?" He said, rolling his eyes as he pressed a goodbye kiss on her cheek.

"That will do. And don't get yourself in too much trouble."

"Mum! Everyone is watching us." Harry groaned. And true to his observation, everyone on platform 9 and 3 quarters were looking at them. Some with kind smiles while some purebloods with open disdain. Lily ignored the other parents and students and jumped on Iris, pulling her also in a too long hug. Harry grinned amusedly at his twin sister who was now being suffocated at their mother's chest.

After a couple more hugs and teary eyed farewells, Harry and Iris found an empty compartment for themselves. He pushed their two trunks on the upper seats.

They both sat on the seats, side by side.

"I will miss mum." Iris sighed, leaning on his shoulder.

"Me too. Don't worry, we will see her on Christmas." Harry said softly with a reassuring smile, hugging her to his side. Iris nodded and snuggled against him.

The compartment door then opened and their two friends stepped inside. Daphne and Tracey. Harry used [Observe] on them. He had decided to make a habit of observing everyone to see how strong they were and what were their feelings for him.

Name: Daphne Greengrass

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 14

HP: 700

MP: 1400

Affection: 35

Obedience: 10

Thoughts about you: Fondness

Hmm, not bad. 35 affection was high enough and put her in his 'good friends' category.

Name: Tracey Davis

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 11

HP: 550

MP: 1100

Affection: 40

Obedience: 30

Thoughts about you: Fondness

Tracey's points were higher than Daphne but that was quite obvious to explain. Tracey was an inherently cheerful person and formed deep bonds very quickly with everyone while Daphne was a bit pragmatic and thought everything through and rarely went out of her way to make friends. He was almost sure that Harry himself, Iris and Tracey were her only friends.

Now looking at the information again after knowing their backgrounds, Daphne's points were very high considering her character.

"Finally found you two." Tracey cheered. Harry got up and helped them put their trunks up above.

"It's not as if we were hiding or anything." Iris noted, rolling her eyes. Tracey sat on the other seat, in front of Harry.

"How are you, Tracey, Daphne?" He enquired when Daphne settled down beside Tracey.

"I am great, but a bit nervous about the sorting." Tracey hesitated, smiling anxiously at them.

"I am fine, Harry." Daphne expressed with a small smile.

"Yeah, I am nervous too, Tracey. I so want to be in Gryffindor. I will be heartbroken if I get sorted in any house other than Gryffindor." Iris exclaimed, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees.

"At least you know what house you want to be in. I don't even know that. Ahh! I can't decide which house I like more." Tracey groaned, scrunching her eyebrows. During this conversation, the train had started moving.

"Calm down, people! Why are you all stressing about the houses? It doesn't really matter in which house you are in the end. To be honest, I don't care which house I get sorted in. I will be fine in any one of them." Harry offered with a nonchalant shrug.

Iris was shocked to hear that.

"What! Harry, you are going to be in Gryffindor. Right?" she pleaded, wrapping her arms around his hand and looking at him expectantly with wide emerald eyes and puffed up cheeks.

"I don't know. I don't have any problem with Gryffindor or being a Gryffindor. So why not? But I can't guarantee you that I will be in Gryffindor. We don't even know how we will be sorted. Surely you can't expect me to promise about something I don't know anything about. So let's not go too deep into the house discussion." Harry smiled, poking her cheeks.

From there the conversation got more intense when Daphne too joined in, Iris trying to cajole her brother into joining Gryffindor while Daphne trying to make him join Slytherin. Harry in all this was too amused.

'They themselves aren't even sorted yet and already are showing house loyalty.'

"Timeout. We will do this Gryffindor vs Slytherin thing sometime later. Hopefully, never. But I have to go now and search for Neville since he hasn't come here yet." Harry interrupted and quickly left the compartment before they could rope him again in their conversation. Phew! It was getting intense in there. Harry decided to take a tour of the train and wandered lazily with no destination in his mind. Though he would of course grab Neville if he saw him.

"Have you seen a toad?" a bushy haired girl asked him as he stopped in front of her.

Name: Hermione Granger

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 12

HP: 600

MP: 1200

Affection: 0

Obedience: 0

Thoughts about you: Curiosity

"I mean, yes, I know what a toad looks like. I have seen it in pictures as well as in real life." Harry smiled cheekily. Hermione gave an annoyed sigh and rubbed her forehead.

"Well, thank you for answering unasked and unwanted questions. Now have you seen an actual toad on the train? A boy named Neville lost his pet. I am trying to help him."

"Oh! Helping others. Such a noble goal. I will help you then. And since Neville is my friend, I should help him find his toad. Shouldn't I?" Harry volunteered. A brilliant smile lit up Hermione's face as she pushed her hand forward.

"Thank you. My name is Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you."

Harry shook her hand enthusiastically.

"My name is Harry Potter. Nice to meet you Hermione. Let's find Neville's toad and then we can all sit together." Harry cheered.

Plus 5 Affection with Hermione Granger for helping her and not ignoring her like the other students.

The next thirty minutes was spent searching for the lost toad. Unsuccessfully. Harry sighed, decided enough was enough and put his hand on Hermione's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"I think this is enough. We did all that we could do. Let's get back in the cabin."

"But… okay." Hermione agreed reluctantly and led him to where she was sitting with Neville.

"Mate, a toad? Really, a toad? Couldn't you pick a bigger and better pet?" that was the first question Harry asked when he came across Neville who was restlessly sitting with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. Neville perked up when he saw Harry and Hermione entering their compartment. But Hermione shook her head and Neville's face fell.

"It was a gift from my uncle." Neville mumbled glumly. Harry hummed thoughtfully, sitting across the three. Hermione sat beside him.

Name: Neville Longbottom

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 11

HP: 550

MP: 1100

Affection: 40

Obedience: 40

Thoughts about you: Fondness, Admiration

"Your family has house elves, don't they? Call any one of them and ask them for help." Harry suggested after they all remained quiet for a minute. A moment of silence prevailed after his suggestion.

"That's actually a very good idea." Susan said.

"Don't sound so surprised! I am a bank of good ideas, Susie." Harry replied playfully. Susan and he weren't too close like he was with Neville, Daphne, Tracey and Astoria. But they had played together many times during their childhood. And he liked her well enough and knew she disliked this nickname.

It was so fun to annoy others.

Sure enough, Susan's eyes narrowed at him. Harry just smiled innocently at her.

Name: Susan Bones

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 13

HP: 650

MP: 1300

Affection: 15

Obedience: 0

Thoughts about you: Fondness, Exasperation

At last, Susan just rolled her eyes while Hannah and Hermione laughed.

Name: Hannah Abbott

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 11

HP: 550

MP: 1100

Affection: 15

Obedience: 0

Thoughts about you: Fondness

Neville then called for his house elf which promptly solved the whole fiasco in the next few seconds. Hermione was just mesmerised by the strange creature and bombarded them with questions.

"And that's my cue to go. Neville, I came here to take you back to where our friends are sitting, but seeing that you already are comfortable here, there's no more need for that. See you all at Hogwarts. Bye Neville, bye Hannah, bye Hermione and bye Susie." he grinned at them and quickly shut the door before Susan could reprimand him for butchering her name… again.

Name: Rubeus Hagrid

Race: Half Giant

Class: Mage

Lvl: 29

HP: 2900

MP: 1450

Affection: 0

Obedience: 0

Thoughts about you: Nothing

Harry finally saw the giant of a man as the half-giant called for the first years to crowd around him. Unlike normal mages, he had more HP and less MP.

'It must be because of his race of half-giant.' Harry pondered.

Harry, Daphne, Tracey and Iris sat in one boat and their journey towards the magical castle in the Great Lake began. They were awed by the enormity and beauty of Hogwarts. When they stepped on solid ground again on the other side, Hagrid went ahead and knocked on the enormous double door. The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit Harry's living room, bedroom along with his mother's and sister's, and would still have some space left. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right, the rest of the school must already be here, but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room."

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on a ginger haired boy's smudged nose.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber. Harry smirked confidently as he heard others theorise how they will be sorted. Some theories were outlandish while some were very plausible. But Harry didn't pay much attention to their assumptions. Whatever would happen would happen. He would try to be ready for anything. And he was pretty sure that he could handle whatever the school might throw in his direction.

After a strange, but excitable meeting with the ghosts residing in Hogwarts, they all entered the Great Hall.

Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.

These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.

Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight.

Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

'Now who is answering unwanted and unasked questions, Hermione?' he thought amusedly.

Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth: and the hat began to sing.

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlersblack,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm Sorting Hat of the Hogwarts

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin where

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe (though I have none) hands

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

Hannah nervously walked towards the stool and sat on it and put on the sorting hat. A moment's pause.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat. A smile adorned her face as Hannah happily went towards the Hufflepuff table where other Puffs were cheering for her. Susan then too was sorted in Hufflepuff. Tracey was the first Slytherin. Unlike other houses, the Slytherins just applauded politely, welcoming its new member. Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor while Daphne followed Tracey to the Slytherin house. Harry didn't pay much attention to the sorting of other students since he didn't know them after Neville was declared a Gryffindor.

"Potter, Harry!" Harry assuredly strode towards the seat and sat on it. The sorting hat was promptly put over his head.

'Open your mind, boy. I can't see anything. What is this type of mind protection? I am charmed to see through the occlumency. '

'Hmm, why would I need occlumency when I have wonderful Isis in my head.'

Thanks, Harry. If I had a body, I would be swooning from the praise. But you do know that the hat can't hear your thoughts? Should I give him access to your mind so he could do his job?

'No, don't give it the access to my mind. Just make sure that the hat and I can converse mentally.'

Done.

'Mic testing, mic testing. Can you hear me, Mr. Hat?'

'Yes, Mr. Potter. I can hear you. Now I kindly ask you to lower your mental protections, so I can sort you.'

'Sorry, Mr. Hat. But I don't have the power to stop or pause my mental protection.' he lied smoothly.

'Then how do you reckon I will be able to sort you?'

'Just sort me in the house I want to be in. I like to think I am very self-aware. So here is the brief summary of myself. I am loyal to only a few. I don't care what I have to do to achieve my goals. I am not a bookworm, but I enjoy a good book. If I need to be brave to achieve my goal, then I am Godric reincarnate. Oh, and I am very confident. Some might say arrogant, but whatever! There, you have it. Now sort me.'

'You already know which house you want to be in. Don't you?'

'Not really. I don't want to be in Slytherin. Since my little sister is most probably going to be in Gryffindor. And I don't want to leave her. But I am self-aware enough to know that I belong in Slytherin.'

'Well… what if I say you can be in any house? Which house do you want to be in?' the hat asked.

'Definitely Gryffindor. Just because Iris is going to be there. And as an elder twin, it is my job to be available for her, to help her… or annoy her.' Harry grinned.

'Then that's final. If I can't sort you with my powers then I can just sort you where you want to go. Better be,' "GRYFFINDOR!"

'Thanks, Mr. Hat.' Harry smiled and put the sorting hat back on the stool and went to the Gryffindor table where the students in red were whistling and clapping. He sat at the table and saved a seat for his sister.

A minute later, Iris came running towards the Gryffindor table. Harry, knowing what was coming, stood up and caught her in his arms as she hugged him enthusiastically.

"You are in Gryffindor!" she yelled happily.

"Surprise." Harry said blandly.

"I am so happy that you are Gryffindor. I really thought you were going to be in a different house and we won't be in the same house." Iris grinned as they sat together.

"Nope. I can't leave you in peace. You are stuck with me." Harry laughed.

"And I won't have it any other way." Iris laughed along. Neville and Hermione soon joined them and the group of four happily enjoyed their first feast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

QUEST:

- Obtain Philosopher's stone.

REWARD:

- 3000 XP

- Perk: [Unlimited Money]

Bonus Objective:

- Return the Philosopher's Stone back to Flamels

Bonus Reward:

- 25 plus Affection with the Flamels

- Class [Enchanter]

…

QUEST:

- Kill Quirinus Quirrell who is housing Voldemort's spirit in the back of his head.

REWARD:

- 4000 XP

- Class [Necromancer]

These both quests got triggered when he used [Observe] on Quirrell and heard the Headmaster's announcement about not going to the third floor.

Still, Harry was happy with his first day. And it was a bonus that he got new quests which didn't involve killing criminals. He was also intrigued by the new classes. He was excited to unlock them and see what exactly they were.

Harry had intensively used [Observe] on as many people he could use on. What he learnt was that the whole student population was between level 10 and 30 including the first years and seventh years. And the professors were between level 40 and 50. But what really was surprising was that even Headmaster Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this era and maybe even stronger than Voldemort, was only level 150. Harry had expected more from him. He had assumed Dumbledore would be somewhere between level 200 and 300.

But he confessed to himself that level 150 was still impressive, at least for a non-gamer. When he had used [Observe] on others while wandering in Diagon Alley with his family, he had come to a shocking revelation that normal wizards and witches barely crossed level 35. So, Dumbledore was definitely a top tier wizard among them.

Though Harry was going to replace him as the strongest wizard of course. When he finished these 2 new quests, he would jump plus 35 levels. And since he was currently level 125, he would reach level 160 after that, which will be more than Dumbledore's. Well, he had a new goal for his first year of Hogwarts.