HP: Harry The Gamer

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So, as a pleasant surprise at the end of the first half of classes, he got a ping from the Game.

Due to you paying attention in class, for the first bloody time, you have gained 1 INT!

Harry was rather pleased with himself for getting those extra stat points and the fact that he had actually managed to read with relative ease throughout the day.

His English reading skills now only affected him by -35%, meaning that he understood 65% of what was being taught.

It also meant that he wouldn't have to go over the day's work in his cupboard again just to understand it, which opened up another couple of hours of free time for him.

Free time he could use to discover his skills and grind them.

Soon, lunchtime rolled around, and Harry decided to test out his new powers.

So far he knew of only one skill he got for being a wizard, accidental magic, whose success rate seemed pretty…accidental.

There were still some other powers, like talking to snakes, which he had done.

The Snake-Talking thing seemed to be pretty cut and dry.

He had Max levels in Parseltongue, so he didn't have any need to grind that particular skill.

And even if he wanted to, he doubted any snake would stay alive in the inter-neighbor garden warfare that reigned in Privet Drive.

So that left him with accidental magic as the only thing he could practice.

Making sure that no one was looking at him, Harry stood up and walked over to a hidden off part of the playground, taking cover behind the small section of the school wall that jutted out into the grounds, secluding that little spot as just the place to be if you wanted to be alone.

Sitting down on the floor, he took a deep breath as centered himself, closed his eyes, and focused on the feeling of desperation he had felt when he'd last done his accidental magic.

He'd wanted to hear more about his mother so badly…he would've done anything for more, and the wind had responded.

Gamer's Mind flawlessly recalled to the forefront to his mind that unyielding desire to make something happen.

For the longest while there was nothing, but Harry suddenly felt a knot tying up in the pit of his stomach and…

His hand felt warm.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his palm. A tiny blue flame fluttered gently over his palm, flickering and shivering at even the slightest of movements.

A small breeze seemed to pass, quickly snuffing out the flame. But it couldn't snuff out the wide grin on Harry's face. Far from being discouraged at the measly nature of his feat, he was overjoyed.

Magic was real. Magic was his friend.

He quickly refocused and tried to replicate the feeling in his belly, this time calling to the forefront of his mind the feeling of flames washing over his skin from the time he had Floo traveled.

This time, his whole arm lit up on fire…yet it didn't burn him. He felt the fire flickering and dancing warm around his arms…like a happy little puppy bouncing around him waiting to be told what to do.

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.

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