Chapter 28

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Minerva McGonagall was having a perfectly fine day. And then she wasn't.

Ping!

You have slept in your own bed; HP and MP have been restored 100% each. All ailments and negative status effects have been cured.

As Harry woke up, he was a bit surprised to realize that there were tears in his eyes. Quickly wiping them off, he snapped on Gamer's mind, cutting himself off from all emotions before they had the chance to grip him. Taking a deep breath, he got out of his cupboard and headed up to the bathroom to freshen up and start on the Dursleys' breakfasts.

Lately, he had taken to keeping Gamer's mind engaged all the time he was awake. The dreams and nightmares had started the day after he'd returned from the dungeon. The guilt and self-loathing that had been eating away at him throughout the course of the day had been too much and after realizing that the Gamer's mind didn't use up any of his mana and was capable of cutting him off from his emotions, he had decided to perpetually keep it active.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it in his sleep, so the night was when his demons came to haunt him. He tried not sleeping, but honestly, the sheer boredom from the isolation of his tiny cupboard was even worse than the nightmares that came to him.

At first, the school officials had been insistent on keeping the students coming to school for the summer break in the name of extra classes, no doubt due to Ms. Roemmele's interference. She had most definitely realized that there was something strange about Harry. The strange looks in class…her eyes following him around in the playground like a hawk…the time he had overheard her muttering to herself about 'impossible amounts of accidental magic'…the missing of Carrow's Invisibility Cloak that he'd forgotten to pick up that night…Harry was sure of it. She knew that something was up with him, and she wanted to keep an eye on him.

So in order to avoid any form of suspicion, Harry just kept doing everything as he normally would, not even practicing magic around school anymore. Eventually, his strategy seemed to work, and she stopped following him around.

Harry often wondered if she had just assumed that Carrow had been caught off guard by his accidental magic or that some other wizard Samaritan had intervened, but he had neither the courage nor the wish to go find out what she thought.

The school had finally let up after Harry had accepted a rather rewarding quest involving some seriously smelly compounds from the Lab, a garden snake, and a Literature teacher who was terrified of both. It wasn't a prank in the best of spirits, considering the poor woman had fainted and then hospitalized after the prank, but Harry was finding himself more and more capable of ruthlessness with Gamer's Mind online all the time. Had he spent some time reflecting on his actions without Gamer's Mind, he would've been rather horrified with himself.

But no emotions meant no limits.

Besides, he had Hogwarts to look forward to. His limited research looking for other people's descriptions hadn't yielded much since Vance and Diggle were the only magicals that were around ever since Carrow had left. So, on the day of his birthday, it was with an odd anticipation that Harry checked his post, waiting for the letter that promised to come.

But it wasn't there.

Harry was both a bit disappointed and worried. Johnathon had said that he'd make it, but what if it didn't? He had been fantasizing about all the ways he could get the letters as he made the morning tea, each fantasy more spectacular than the next. He had imagined a flurry of hundreds of owls attacking Vernon or a massive fire erupting in his room leaving behind the letter or even a portkey to take him to some ancient castle where they would evaluate his worth. But now…

The doorbell rang, pulling Harry from his thoughts.

Careful to avoid his Uncle, Harry ran down to get it. Vernon had gotten more free-handed with his punishments, somehow noticing that Harry didn't scar anymore. He could fight back of course. He could punch Vernon's guts inside out with one fist. But what would be the point? The rest of the Dursleys would probably just have evidence enough to shove him in a loony hospital and go off on their merry way. So he let Vernon be.

Harry clicked the lock open and pulled open the door, blinking with surprise at what, or rather who was there. Of all the ways Harry had imagined a letter from a school of magic to arrive, he had never expected it to turn up with its own personal carrier wearing a set of clothes that would only barely look normal on most people.

In the 18th century.

The woman handed him a thick letter and spoke while Harry stared at the ornate crest emblazoned on it and the Game window that had opened up in front of him.

You have acquired a letter to Hogwarts. Do you wish to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and learn about all the cool shit you can do?

YES/NO

Harry blinked and pressed yes.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall. I am the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I am here to speak to you and your guardians about your education."

Harry's observe on the woman had yielded more information than just her name and position.

Minerva McGonagall

Lv-49

HP-17000/17000

MP-9000/9000

Race-Witch

Str-13

Vit-21

Dex-22

Int-38

Wis-30

Luc-14

Minerva McGonagall is a witch and a registered Animagus. She has a distinct dislike for dark wizards and is loyal to Hogwarts, where she is Head of Gryffindor House, Transfiguration professor and currently, Deputy Headmistresss. She is a Master of Transfiguration and enjoys a good bottle of scotch and spending a quiet evening in her quarters.

Wondering what 'Transfiguration' and 'Animagus' were, Harry amusedly watched from the end of the hallway as his uncle and aunt's faces slowly turn purple as she told them that she was here to take him shopping for his school supplies for his upcoming admission to Hogwarts. But his joy remained quite short-lived, as what McGonagall said next came to him as an unpleasant surprise.

"I trust you have told him everything you knew about him being a wizard and the conditions regarding his parents deaths."

For the past week, Harry had assumed that the Dursleys knew that they were lying, but had been relieved of the knowledge that their relatives were in any way involved with magic by those Obliviator people in order to preserve the secrecy of the magical world. Apparently, he had given them the benefit of the doubt that they did not deserve

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