Chapter 58
"Just take one look at the third years and above," Stephen said, "They're all just spending their time trying to impress some girl or boy. Don't you think they'd change their own appearance in a jiffy if they could? Make themselves prettier or more handsome? Even if they risk losing a nose or a head of hair? You see where I'm going don't you?"
"I do," Terry replied, stroking his chin, "McGonagall was trying to make sure that all of us respect the dangers of Transfiguration enough to not just go transfiguring ourselves into Lockharts to get girls? That…actually doesn't sound unlikely. I did read that puberty does pretty crazy stuff to you…" Terry spoke while stroking his chin.
Harry was impressed. He'd underestimated Stephen and Terry.
"Exactly!" Stephen exclaimed, "And even though human transfiguration and Metamorphs and Animagi are much less dangerous than free Transfiguration, McGonagall is also trying to make sure that we accept who we are as people. Most people probably get over their issues by the time they get to the final years, so that's when they start teaching human transfiguration!" Stephen said excitedly.
"And…thus…not…free…Transfiguration! That's the essay done!" Michael exclaimed. Stephen looked at him, slightly taken aback, before he realized what had happened.
Michael had been writing his essay the entire time Stephen and Terry had been on their tirade.
Terry smacked him over his head. "Don't you have any sensitivity you buffoon! We've been discussing the theory of transfiguration and how it affects the psychology of wizards, and you haven't even been paying attention!"
"Oi!" Michael protested, rubbing the back of his head with a wince, "I've been listening! Besides, my essay is done and yours isn't, so you don't exactly get the moral high ground."
Stephen and Terry sent a dirty look at him and picked up their quills to finish up their essays.
"Well, I'm off to the dorms. Have to change out of these robes. Why didn't you tell me we could go without these on weekends!" Harry asked.
"You didn't ask. Now come on. I'll go with you and let these philosopher types finish their essays." Michael said with a smile. Together, they both walked up the stairs to the Ravenclaw dorm. Anthony Goldstein was still snoring off in his bed. Harry looked at the wall clock. It was eleven in the morning.
"He's still sleeping?" Harry said with a wry smile on his face.
Michael chuckled. "Let him be, its Saturday."
Harry grinned and put away his robes. They wouldn't survive what he had planned for the rest of the day. Michael was rummaging around in his book bag as he turned around to leave.
"I'm off exploring. I'll turn up at the flying class and then probably turn up straight in the midnight astronomy class. Don't worry about me if you don't see me much today." Harry said.
"Your detention with Snape?"
"Starts next Saturday."
"What about the Potions essay?" Michael asked in dismay. "Surely you couldn't have finished everything!"
"Already finished!" Harry tossed over his shoulder, running down the stairs and out of the common room.
As Harry walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, he opened up his skill list and scrolled over to his ID Create skill.
ID Create, Lv-5 (20%)
Used to create Instant Dungeons. Higher the level, stronger the dungeon.
Current list-
Empty Dungeon- no monsters.
Monster Dungeon- Zombies
Harry had unlocked the Monster Dungeon- Zombies in Hogwarts a few days ago while repeatedly breaking in and out of IDs in order to grind and level up his skill. Since then, Harry had checked out a book from the library to explain exactly what the differences were between Inferi and Zombies were. He opened Newt Scamander's book to the required paragraph and read it.
Zombies are "living dead" creatures that dwell in the southern part of the United States of America. They are able to be identified by their greyish skin and rotten smell.
While zombies have much in common with Inferi, they are in fact, two distinct creatures. While inferi are made out of soulless dead bodies, Zombies were created out of live humans by a dark wizard in an experiment who wanted to use the zombified person's soul to sustain himself.
However, this turned upon him as it turned out that creating a zombie takes a permanent drain on the creator's magic. The wizard was turned into a squib after making his sixth zombie, and being defenseless against the half-dead monsters, was devoured. Many others have experimented with zombies but all have either been killed or turned into squibs and then into zombies
Many attempts have been made to eliminate zombies by wizards, however none have been very successful, due to a zombie's ability to infect muggles with a bite and turn them into new zombies. While wizards have been proven immune to this infection, a zombie's extreme strength can prove a danger to anybody. Fire is their only known weakness since they are very flammable.
Impossible to domesticate and known wizard killers.
Class XXXXX
'Fire…I can do fire,' Harry thought to himself. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then intoned clearly, "ID Create: Zombies!"
The world's sky turned red again as Harry took out Riddler's wand, sheathing his own back into the inventory and ran off towards this dimension's Forbidden forest and entered it.
After all, where else would the zombies be?
He quickly flitted in and out of the leaves of the trees he was running on, making every landing and grabbing every branch he wished to. Nothing seemed impossible for him. It was the first time Harry had truly appreciated how his high Str and Dex had affected his body. Every muscle seemed perfectly toned, responding to his every thought and command, not showing even a single trace of fatigue as he jumped, ran, and swung from branches and treetops, searching for his first opponent.
A massive thunderous crack emerged from somewhere deeper into the forest.
Harry was about to wonder what it was, when suddenly he caught something out of the corner of his eyes. It was a man…or at least looked like a man, putrid grey going by skin color, his eyes were popped out of his sockets and his skin was peeling off in several places. Pressing down his sense of disgust, Harry quickly observed it.
Zombie,
Lv-6
HP:300/300
MP: 20/20
Str-25
Vit-6
Dex-2
Int-1
Wis-1
Luc-0
An undead come back to life for one thing and one thing only, the meat of the living. Thinks the word Zombie is offensive to zombies and wants to be called a Walker.
Kill to get- 50 Exp
Harry dismissed the screen and tossed a fireball at the zombie from his position in the tree, scoring a one-shot kill. The zombie disappeared in a shower of dust, leaving behind a 2 £ bill. He jumped down from the tree, pocketed the bill, and then walked further into the forest in search for more zombies.
It didn't take long for Harry to find what he was looking for. Or more precisely, for what he was looking for to find him. Less than five minutes into his walk, he was ambushed and quickly surrounded by a horde of zombies in a forest clearing.
Harry looked around. There were 5….14…..28 zombies out there. Some of them armed. For a moment, he considered killing them all in one shot with his elemental control. He could, and rather easily too, but he decided not to. He still had a few hours of free time left, and it was that he would much rather spend grinding rather than waiting around for his MP to regenerate from a massive Remomancy attack.
'Guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way then,' he decided.
Another thunderous crack ripped through the forest.
Ignoring it and smiling like a maniac, Harry lit a fist on fire and punched the nearest zombie in the face with his full strength, snapping its neck backward and setting its head on fire. One down, 27 to go.
Taking a quick look around to judge the numbers around him, he ran towards the least concentrated area and jumped, delivering a flaming kick to another one's gut, setting it on fire and sending the flaming zombie stumbling back towards its friends. Any other zombie that came in contact with it caught fire as well, thinning the horde significantly.
"Twenty"
He turned and saw a small group of zombies coming too close for comfort. Sending a blast of wind to push most them back, he then parried the incoming armed zombie's sword with a push to the flat side of the blade and placed a hand on its stomach, blasting a hole in its midsection. He then let rip a small wave of fire at the remaining members of the group, deciding for once and all to screw the saving mana plan. He was having fun.
"Fourteen"
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