HARRY POTTER:Start again System

He felt his Gamer's mind take note of how it felt to use his magic, saving it for later use. He knew it'd be easier the next time he did it.

Suddenly, he felt quite aware of the sweat forming on his brow. He panted as he brought out his status page and clicked on MP. This was the first skill he had that required MP and he didn't want to run out. Not after his fainting spell the last time.

Mana-680/1100 (1000 Due to home turf)

Regeneration-10% per minute

Harry's eyes widened as he remembered about his home turf boost. It looked like he could practice to his heart's content as long as he stayed inside a range around Privet Drive. But then he frowned, noting disappointedly his regeneration rate was pathetic.

It was to be expected since his Wis was only 4. However, if he was caught off guard by someone…especially someone who wanted to kill him like Ms. Roemmele had mentioned…outside Privet Drive, he would be a goner.

No. He had to get better and improve his base stats.

Through the next bout of practicing, Harry learned a few things more about his powers and statistics. Each indicated something or the other about his current state of being.

Str- his physical strength, obviously.

Vit- his endurance and defence (25 HP per level for 10 Vit)

Dex- his athleticism and precision (10% HP regen per level for 10 Dex)

Int- Mana storage rate and memory (25 MP per level for 10 Int)

Wis- Mana recovery and mana scene (10% MP regen level for 10 Wis)

Luc- Luck

And so far he only had the base stats at,

STR-2

VIT-1

DEX-3

INT-5

WIS-4

LUC-3

Which, if he compared to that Dedalus Diggle guy, was next to nothing. This was why Harry needed to grind. He did have 10 points that he could spend, but like Gordon said, he needed to save those for a rainy day.

One more time, he thought to himself, and gathered mana into his arms, this time with much more ease than before, and then spoke with a grin, "Flame on!"

He expected a fireball forming in his hands, and maybe even a level up screen for his magic. Hence, he was quite surprised when a nearby trashcan turned neon pink and blasted into the air, upturning mid-way down to the ground and dumping all its contents on Harry's head.

30% random. Right.

A fair amount of practicing later, Harry collapsed to the ground, having exhausted all of his mana.

Mana-0/100

The recovery time for him would a total of 8 minutes since his recovery rate was 10%, meaning 10 MP was being restored per minute. He did wonder why he wasn't fainting at 0 MP like he had on Sunday.

"It must be something related to that stone that knocked me out," he mused.

After a couple of minutes of rest, Harry got up and was about to get back to his class, when he saw Dudley and his gang of delinquent bullies coming towards him with grins on their faces. Harry knew that nothing good was going to come out of this. While he could take those idiots out easily with his increased stats, he knew that if Dudley tattled on him, he would be starving for days locked up in his cupboard. And he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

So turning on his heels, Harry ran.

The playground monitor was off snoring on a bench on the playground, so he didn't notice the bullies and their target run out of the school campus. Not wanting to give away his abilities, he purposefully ran slower than he could, but that only meant that Dudley and his gang could keep up with him. Soon, they chased him into an alleyway nearby the school.

Harry realized he was cornered when he saw the dead end. He couldn't see any ledges or supports he could to climb and escape. Without much of a way out, he started to feel the panic seeping into his mind. How was he supposed to find out more about his parents while locked in a cupboard?! How could he search for that stone?! How would he grind his skills?!

No. No. Calm down, he told himself. There has to be some way out, he thought as he used Gamer's mind to focus on solving the problem. Meanwhile, Dudley and his minions were closing in on him, cracking their fists menacingly.

"So you thought you could just ruin my birthday and get off with it?" Dudley asked angrily, "I'll give you what's coming to you freak!"

"I'm not getting off Dudley," Harry replied, utterly calm on the outside, "Aunt Petunia is making me do all the chores in the house. And it is not as if I wanted to faint while working in the sun."

"Enough talk Big D! Let's do this!" Piers apparently had had enough. With a dirty look at Harry, he pulled out a switchblade and started walking towards Harry.

"Whoa! Hold on mate! Piers!" Dennis didn't seem to be so sure about the plan once he saw the knife, "Where did you get that knife, man?"

"My dad gave it to me before he left for the army. Said his trainer gave it to him. Pretty cool huh," Piers said proudly.

The rest of the gang was starting to hesitate, and Malcolm decided to voice his apprehension, "I don't know man, what if he tells on us."

"Nah. Not likely. And if he does, I'll just get Mum to handle him." Dudley reassured them with a grin.

They seemed mollified with that as wide grins spread over their faces, and they too joined Piers in advancing towards Harry and cutting off any escape routes.

Harry looked around desperately, trying to find something. There had to be a way out! There had to be something he could use! The desperation was truly starting to set in, when suddenly, a knot formed his stomach. He stumbled as he twisted and the next thing he knew everything went black; he was pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his ear-drums were being pushed deeper into his skull. He felt like he had been dragged through a keyhole as his vision then reoriented itself.