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HP: The Magical Gamer

A 10 year old Harry Potter was sleeping soundly in his house when something extraordinary miracle happens to him. He is Chosen to be the first gamer of his world by someone called Creator, and there are no conditions on how he should use it. And after discovering this he decided to become the strongest one in the world.

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Chapter 155: Harem King!

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She snogged him ardently, unaware if he was sucking her or if she was sucking him, uncaring if his tongue was in her mouth or if hers was in his.

She kissed him wildly, not even knowing when she began pushing her cunt against his finger.

Letting him return the favour was the best decision she made that night. As it was clear from her muffled scream in his mouth, as it was clear when she bit his lower lip. As she came, squeezing her hips, entrapping his hand between her legs.

They lay side by side, their breathing loud enough to be heard through the door if it hadn't been charmed silent.

She rolled around so she was facing him again. "That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you." He smiled cockily.

Her cheeks reddened when he dipped his wet finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking the tangy taste off it. She pressed her face on his chest, feeling scandalised at how he licked her juice, and wrapped her arms around him. 

With a shy small voice, she complained. "Pervert!"

"I guess I am." He laughed, hugging her back. "Goodnight, Iris. I love you."

"Goodnight, Harry. I love you too." She smiled contently, nuzzling his neck and tucking her head under his chin.

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The next early morning, Harry kissed his sleeping sister softly before teleporting back to his room. There was no need to cause a family drama. He wasn't sure if his mother would check on them in the mornings to see if they were in their respective rooms or not. Better be safe than sorry.

[Harry, check your stats. You got a new perk from the Creator himself.]

Isis informed him. He did as suggested.

[Character Sheet]

[Name: Harry Potter

Race: Human

Class: Death Knight

Lvl: 450(0%)

HP: 22,500 (10 per second)

MP: 45,000 (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)

[Unlimited Money] (Active)

[Shapeshifter] (Active)

[Death's Favoured] (Passive)

[Reviver] (Active)

[Dreamer] (Passive)

[Sleepless] (Passive)

[Mana Manipulation] (Active)

[Healing Pocket] (Active)

[Unbarred] (Passive)

[Mentor] (Passive)

[Harem King] (Passive)

Skills: 

[Brawler]

[Weapon Master]

[Rager]

[Guard]

[Predict]

[Skeleton Horde]

[Undead Archer]

[Repair]

[Create Undead]

[Ray of Darkness]

[Army of the Dead]

[Enslave]

[Master of Dead]

[Shadowbind]

[Soul Searcher]

[Black Fist]

[Possess]

The [Black Fist] was the skill he had made on Christmas using [Skill Create] while [Possess] he just made last night.

[Black Fist]

[– Gives the user power to land a punch on the opponent, no matter how far or out of reach the user is. The power of the user's punch is multiplied by 3x. The opponent however must be in the visible range of the user to use this skill.]

While it didn't look much, it was an overpowered skill. He could now punch anyone with 3x of his power from afar and safely. He could fly high into the air and mimic throwing a punch and a real punch would hit the target. With his high levels, he was sure he could kill the normal muggles or magicals with a single punch.

He had even tried it while he was out as the Red Grim and it had worked. A single use of [Black Fist] had caused a miscreant's head to pop like a pumpkin.

[Possess]

[– Gives the user power to possess any undead or sleeping being.]

This new skill which he created last night was self-explanatory. He had the powers of a necromancer. It wouldn't do if he didn't have the most basic skill of that Class. Did he need it? He didn't know, but it was a must-have, so he created it.

These two were nothing new. He knew about them. What was surprising was this new perk.

[Harem King]

[– Allows the user to incite lust in the opposite gender at his will. Its passive function is to keep the love interests of the user open-minded. It cajoles them to agree to bullcrap reasons and to accept the Harem situation. Note: It doesn't necessarily make them happy about it.]

'Well, the Creator wasn't a total bitch,' Harry supposed. This would surely help him down the road. While he loved his sister, he also loved his mother. 

And then there was Daphne too. Not to mention Astoria, who had stubbornly decided to pursue him. There were too many girls to choose from.

And if it had come to that, he would have easily chosen his sister. Iris was the best. She was his soul mate. The one he loved the most. He wouldn't have taken too much time to decide with whom he wanted to spend his life.

However, fortunately, he didn't have to choose now. That didn't mean he would become a manwhore and start to actively pursue everyone. It only meant that he wouldn't say no if opportunities arose.

"Thank you, Creator. You are not a total arsehole."

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After putting on tracksuit bottoms and a jumper, Harry went to the living room.

His mother was already there waiting for him. As always, she had worn her signature black yoga leggings and light pink sports bra. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun in preparation for the exercise.

She sprang up from her seat at the first sight of him, pressing a peck on his cheek and enfolding him in her arms. "Good morning."

"Good morning, mum." He smiled, giving her an affectionate hug.

"Shall we?" She asked, indicating towards the door.

He nodded.

She stepped out of the living room, followed by him. As they walked out of the manor, he tried not to look down at her arse. He really tried.

But that was simply a losing battle.

He glanced down discreetly at the alluring movements of her tight cheeks. The snug fit of the leggings barely left anything for the imagination.

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