Chapter 12: Blurry

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-60% misunderstanding what you read.

Harry scratched his head, this was a problem. While some sort of strange magic gave him a perfect understanding of this…

Parseltongue, his English wasn't in that great of a shape. He could talk English just fine, but he had always had an issue with reading it.

Books always got so blurry when he tried to read. Pictures were okay, but the text being all but a grey blob wasn't exactly conducive to a reading session.

Whatever the reason behind it was, he needed to get better at English first before reading any book.

Harry quickly went over to the Basic English sections and took out easy books and began reading.

Grinding. That was what he was doing.

Focusing on leveling up a skill with all his effort and intent led to a quick increase in level growth, and as the blobs of grey slowly became more and more focused and eventually morphed into

letters he could understand. After finishing his fourth English book of the day, Harry opened up his skill list and selected English.

Language: Modern English, Lv-2 (80%)

You have poor English reading skills, you can talk it, but can't walk it. Reading grade level-1

-60% misunderstanding what you read.

It was 34% before but it had grown to 80%. That meant it was working. Harry then quickly started to grind.

He was being given a way to eliminate one of his greatest weaknesses on a day free of Dursleys and chores. He couldn't be happier to take the chance with all his might.

By mid-noon, Harry had progressed to reading Conan Doyle stories, which were notoriously long but seemed to have a knack for increasing his English Levels due to their smart writing.

Language: Modern English, Lv-5 (40%)

You have poor English reading skills, you can talk it, but can't walk it. Your reading is now better, grade level-4

-45% misunderstanding what you read.

Harry smiled and closed the last book he was reading. Other than the Dursleys, his messed up reading was one of the main reasons he was always merely average in the class, and he was more than happy to be rid of it.

As far as he could see, his understanding improved by a rate of 5%, meaning at level 14 or so he would finally be rid of his problem forever.

Soon after, Harry ended his grinding for the day and left, as the library was closing for lunchtime.

After spending some time ambling through the street, Harry saw a small garden snake slithering across the street as it angrily hissed at the pedestrians that kept almost trampling it. Except to Harry, it seemed as if the snake wasn't merely hissing.

It was speaking English. Some extremely vulgar English, but English nonetheless.

Harry's eyes widened when a small green window popped up in his corner of vision telling him that his Parseltongue skill was active.

He quickly weaved through the crowd over to the snake and picked it up gently.

The snake didn't seem to be too pleased with that development.

" Put me down you grubby son of a maggot lodged scum bucket! I will rip off your slimy little two-legged nose and shove it up your lily white butt you little miff backed moron.

I have contacts in high places! The Prime Minister's garden snakes are my friends. I could have you thrown in a ditch with a flick of my tail. I will make you rue the day you picked me up you dim-witted little twit-"

" Language" Harry interrupted the snake as he took it to a nearby alleyway.

" You speak! " The snake said, seemed a little shocked.

" I do," Harry said bemusedly as he set the snake down away from the trampling traffic of people on the other side of the street.

" Then you should understand perfectly when I tell you to bugger off you little wimp. Fucking snake speakers thinking themselves to be the king of reptiles for being able to talk like proper snakes." The snake spat as it slithered off into a hole.

Harry paused for a minute to scratch his head at what just happened, wondering if he should've been offended, before shrugging it off and continuing on his journey back home, swiftly dissolving into the crowd.

Harry reached the neighborhood near Privet Drive to find it burning with sweltering heat. Looking around, he saw that all the shops were closed and there was no place to find shade.

Deciding that he wasn't feeling like fainting and taking yet another trip to the hospital, Harry made up his mind and headed towards the park.

He quickly found a secluded spot near a corner shaded by the thick trees and sat down on the bench after making sure no one was looking at him.

He couldn't help but marvel at how peaceful it was without all the people in it. Closing his eyes, he let himself be immersed in the sounds of the animals, who were in the park seeking shade from the sun just like he was.

He slowly let himself relax a bit, and finally, after a long time, Harry felt at peace.

Ping!

"Oh what now?!" he angrily snapped and sat up to look at the strange new window that had opened up in front of him.

You have entered the wards of Privet Drive! Due to Home Turf you have gained a boost!

1000 MP

All wounds are healed

All ailments cured

Harry blinked confusedly as he read and re-read the box, only to find himself repeatedly wondering what in the world was going on with him.

This couldn't be normal, not even if he was a wizard like he had earlier theorized. There was no way that staying nearby one's home could give anyone that much power.

Pier Polkiss didn't turn into superman when he ran home to mommy. So what was doing this to him?

Frustrated, Harry brought up his profile and looked at the various question marks that were scattered around it.

Race-?

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