Chapter 18: Amelia Bones!
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"Okay, I get it. So, I should wait until I don't need my wizards skills before selecting [Necromancer]. Because when I select it, I will be stuck in that Class till I reach level 100. And while I am in that class I won't be able to use my Mage/Wizard skills."
[Yes. Exactly!]
"But that's ridiculous. I will always need my mage/wizard powers since I am living in a wizarding world. My mum will throw a fit if she finds me unable to perform simplest magic. How the hell am I supposed to progress in [Necromancer] or any class for that matter when I am unable to 'not be a wizard' for a single day?"
[That's why I said that you need to think carefully before selecting any class.]
"Yes. I need to think properly, but not now. I am too drowsy and annoyed by that. Goodnight, Isis."
[Goodnight, Harry. Don't worry, everything will be fine. I am sure of it.]
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There was a grave silence as the Headmaster finished his announcement. Professor Quirrell was killed last night. And now Aurors were standing by the Professor's table, staring at everyone suspiciously. There was an oppressive mood sucking in the usual joyous chatter of the hundreds of students. And Harry was responsible for that. He felt guilty about it. Not much, but a tiny bit. A very tiny bit.
Iris scooted closer to him on the breakfast bench and wrapped her arms around his hand in fright. Harry winced in sympathy. Okay, now he was feeling guilty 100 percent. Damn it, little sisters! Even the [Remorseless] trait couldn't stop him from feeling his heart wrench after seeing her like that.
[I mean if you want you can be a cold bastard to everyone, even your family and friends. It's up to you how much you want to be remorseless. If you decide that Iris needs to go then your remorseless trait will suppress your guilt and heartbreak to make you function properly.]
'No, thanks. I don't want to become a complete psychopath. I mean what is even the meaning of becoming all powerful when I don't have anyone to love or protect in the end? That's a sad way to live. I would rather feel hurt at scaring my sister than have cold indifference to her feelings.'
[I know, Harry. I was just explaining why you won't have second thoughts about killing strangers, but will still be vehemently against hurting your loved ones. The remorseless trait just makes you very cruel to your enemies.]
'Thanks for the info dump.'
[My pleasure.]
Harry then stopped the telepathic conversation with Isis and turned to Iris. Heh, they both had such similar names. Maybe that's why he got along with Isis so well.
Since the attack on their home by the Death Eaters, Iris had become too afraid of anything related to death. And hearing that their DADA professor died on just their third school day was surely too much for her.
She hadn't expected anything like that to happen at Hogwarts. In her mind, Hogwarts was like the safest place on Earth, where nothing could happen to her or her brother. But she wasn't sure about that anymore.
"It's alright, Iris. Everything is fine." Harry whispered, giving her a one-armed hug. Iris wasn't sure if everything was alright or not but still nodded her head, not wanting him to worry too much about her.
"Are you okay, Iris?" Hermione asked from across the table where she was sitting beside Neville.
"I am fine. Just a little bit frightened after hearing about Professor Quirrell." Iris mumbled. Hermione reluctantly nodded her head.
"I too am nervous. Hopefully the DMLE will catch the culprit soon."
"They definitely would. The head of that department, Amelia Bones, is very renowned at solving every case." Neville told them shyly, pointing his finger at the woman who was conversing with Dumbledore.
Amelia Bones was a middle-aged woman with short grey hair and a monocle who was currently glaring at the headmaster.
[Name: Amelia Bones
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Lvl: 55
HP: 2750
MP: 5500
Affection: 10
Obedience: 0
Thoughts about you: Slight fondness]
"Oh, she's Susan's aunt." Hermione said with a loud gasp as if knowing the name. "Susan talked about her during the train ride."
"Yes. She is." Harry agreed, already knowing her from his childhood. Though honestly he couldn't remember much about her. He knew her in passing, but didn't have any deep connection with her.
After that, the aurors went away following Amelia Bones. She stopped at the Hufflepuff table and gave Susan a big hug, surprising and embarrassing her before going out of the Great Hall.
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"You don't have to worry about Quirrell's death." Harry informed Iris as they both were walking alone in the hallway. Harry had to just utter 'siblings secrets' and their friends had respectfully gone ahead on their own, giving them some privacy.
"Why? How can I not be worried when even professors are not safe here?" Iris asked with some frustration in her voice. She didn't know how Harry was always at ease. Here he was telling her to remain unbothered when a professor was just killed in cold blood last night!
"Because I am the killer. I killed him last night." Harry whispered his confession after pulling her in an isolated corner. Iris' eyes widened in horror and surprise as she brought her hand to cup her mouth.
"Bloody hell! Why?" she squeaked, glancing around them to confirm that no one was near.
"He was possessed by Voldemort. I had to kill him to keep you and everyone else safe. It was a preemptive strike. I had to off him before he could try anything nefarious." Harry said honestly.
Yes, it was primarily to complete his quest, but he also did it to keep his sister safe. If Voldemort ever came back then the ones who would be in most danger would be him, Iris and Neville.
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