Chapter 35

"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.

He had been working on improving his Parkour and Dex for almost 8 hours now, and the results were starting to take great shape. Harry waved away the message and refocused on the sight before him, focusing on the newly finished Canary Wharf building, which still had most of its scaffolding left around it. Harry wondered if there was anyone mad enough to attempt a climb that high with no safety equipment.

"Well, there is now," he muttered with a smirk as he stepped ahead and dropped off the 300-foot building.

That night, Harry was lying on his brand new bed in his brand new room. Of course, neither of those were brand new, the bed being almost half a decade old and the room being all but a bin for Dudley's useless stuff. But they were new to him, and that was all that mattered. Above him, his inventory lay sprawled open as he sorted through his stuff and arranged them all into neat stacks and boxes.

Sorting through his inventory had become a pleasant stress-relieving thing for him lately, and now, filled with any and all useful things he could find in Dudley's pile, his inventory was in dire need of some stacking up. His room, after some clearing up, it had become quite livable. A bit small, but it was the best Harry had ever had. That, combined with the thought of not having to come back to the Dursleys the next summer was what was tiding him over the month of August.

Harry pulled out the Potion's textbook by Jigger and the reference book that McGonagall had made him buy. Harry was about to set the reference book called Introduction to Reactions by Fine Brothers aside when he suddenly noticed something in the dark of his room that he hadn't noticed in the broad daylight in Flourish & Blotts.

The book was glowing with a faint light.

Curious about what the cause was, Harry grabbed it and started fumbling around with it.

Ping!

You have obtained a skill book! Would you like to learn the skill, 'Potions'?

YES/NO?

Looking back at the stack of books he'd pulled out, Harry noticed that while all the school course books were entirely devoid of any glow, all the reference books for each of his subjects were glowing.

Harry grinned. This was going to be fun!

A couple of days after that night, the Dursleys had plans to visit the new traveling circus that had set up shop in London. Unfortunately for them, none of their neighbors were available to take Harry in for the day. Afraid that the freak would ruin their day, the Dursleys had gladly and immediately agreed when Harry had told them that he'd get himself home before nightfall and let himself out of the car near the Royal Library.

With the Dursleys gone, Harry, of course, was entirely too delighted to see shelves after shelves of books, and even more so when he noticed that quite a few of those were giving off the barely visible glow that seemed to only be visible to him. Without further ado, he took to the books with a gusto, not even realizing that his Int had gone up by 3 even before he had finished his second book.

INT - 14

He, however, did look up from the Richard Feynman Lectures when a ping rang in his ears.

Ping!

A new skill has been made due to hard work and practice!

Science, Lv-1 (80%)

A branch of knowledge that deals with the workings of the world.

Physics- Basic concepts of physical science.

Chemistry- Basic concepts of chemical science.

Botany-Basic concepts of science dealing with flora.

Zoology- Basic concepts of science dealing with fauna.

Science…in a world with magic, science could at times feel so pointless, but if the Game agreed that it was a skill worth having, then it was something to work on. Harry waved it away and turned back to his book.

"Boy, I better not hear from Petunia that you reached home late," Vernon growled at Harry as he walked out of the Grunnings' main premises and into the small sea of warehouses and production buildings that surrounded them.

Harry didn't care. He had a man to follow and a mission to complete.

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