Chapter 9: Zombie!

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He was a skilled actor, Snape would give him that, but not nearly good enough to fool someone like him that had years of experience working with the worst sort of people.

Nevertheless, there was not much he could do since the boy had yet to do anything worth reporting. He would just have to wait and see.

He kept his face impassive, even as his nose picked up the scent of garlic. For the umpteenth time, he thought how bad his luck was to be seated to Quirrell.

But then again, his life had always been unlucky, so why would this year be any different.

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The sound of piano playing could be heard in the empty concert hall.

The waxed stage was completely barren except for the lone grand piano illuminated by a stage light.

My fingers danced gracefully on the keys, as I reached the most important piece of the melody.

Thuk!

The music stopped as I stared at the treacherous hand that had ruined the atmosphere I had created.

Sighing I stood up from the bench and snapped my fingers, causing the music hall to melt away, being replaced by a lounge room.

"I suppose there is no helping it," I said as I called up my stats window.

[Charles Bell

Class: The Gamer

Level: LV 5 Next Level: 15.30%

HP: 160/160

MP: 180/180

STR: 12

DEX: 10

VIT: 11

INT: 13

WIS: 10

LUK: 7

Points: 10]

[Money: 3,343 G/ 11 S/ 2 K]

[Inventory: 43/120]

"My dexterity is still too low to play that particular piece."

I felt a small amount of displeasure at the fact that my piano playing, a skill I prided myself on in my previous life, had regressed so much.

Today was Saturday. I had official survived my first week of magic school, despite the staircase trying their hardest to do otherwise.

There were no lessons today, so I was free to explore that dungeon as much as I wanted.

The Room of Requirements had served as a perfect training ground, and I had used it every chance I could get.

After the first day, I had taken to a rather extreme training regimen that some might consider inhuman.

They weren't wrong either as I took notice of my bodies strange mechanics and constantly pushed myself to the limits, usually resulting in me collapsing on the ground.

It was fine however as any fatigue I received would be gone after a 30-minute rest.

My strength and speed were now equal to what my adult body used to have, which was strange considering I was 11.

Though I supposed there were also abnormal eleven-year olds that were stronger than me even back in my original world too.

But that was beside the point. I could now swing the 4-pound rapier in my hand with ease and I had even managed to level up [Sword Mastery] to 5.

Turning in homework and studying also gave some EXP so I managed to level up twice as a result of all the class assignments.

Unfortunately, things weren't going as well on the magical side.

Spells rarely worked for me, and when they did, they were rather pitiful. Classes like charms and transfiguration which required the most wand work were the hardest for me.

However, there was nothing I could do until I raised my WIS, so I focused on theory until then.

"Well enough dilly-dally. Zombie slaying waits for no man."

Exiting the room, I began to make by way towards the dungeon. My equipment was safely stored in my inventory seeing as I didn't want to raise any questions by carrying around a sword through the castle.

[Would you like to enter the (Zombie Dungeon)?]

[Accept/ Decline]

A blue window appeared as I neared the entrance to the dungeon leading to the potion's class.

I looked around to make sure I wasn't being watched before accepting, then walked down the steps.

Reaching the bottom, I noticed that the surrounding was different from what it should be.

Instead of a small stone corridor there was a large suburban community that looked to be abandoned. There also didn't appear to be a ceiling as I saw the clear night sky despite it being morning.

I opened the inventory window and retrieved the rapier I had packed. I also changed out of my school uniform and into some spare clothes while I was at it. A shame that none of the armor I found fit me.

Giving the sword a few test swings, I walked forward.

[Rock: A normal piece of earth.]

[Grass: It's grass, what did you expect.]

Then I heard a gravel like moan.

"Urgg…"

"Well, aren't you a looker."

Out of a corner came out a zombie. It had green skin that looked to partially rotted with a hole on the side of its mouth exposing yellow teeth. The strangest thing however was that it was wearing a business suit.

[Zombie LV 8

HP: 800/800

MP: 50

Description: Although it's slow, its strength is twice as much as when it was alive.]

"So, it's true. The working class really are the living undead. Good to now," I commented as I dashed forward with my sword.

It noticed me as I neared and tried to lunge, but I rolled to the side then swept its legs under it, causing the undead to fall.

I stood up and stabbed it in the back of the head with the rapier.

[Zombie: HP (450/800)]

The tip of the blade met some resistance as it penetrated the skull, reminding me once again just how human my opponent was.

I felt a flash of aversion at the act of killing another living being before disappearing completely when the zombie began to stir.

Removing the sword, it made a wet sound as it exited the back of its head.

"This thing really smells," I commented as a sudden draft of wind brought the smell of rotten eggs and meat to my nose.

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