HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 49: Spirit Sword! ] (Patreon)

Henry simply waved his hand. Using [Mana Manipulation, he dispersed the dark energy into nothing. An appreciative chuckle escaped the old man's thin lips.

"So much potential you have, young one. You undid my spell on these two undead, you somehow know my true name which no living being knows and you just completely destroyed one of my stronger pieces of magic. It seems I underestimated you. May I have your name before we start the true battle? I would like to use your name as a warning to other reckless young ones I encounter in future as a deterrent."

"You may. I am your end. Since I know your real name, so you shall mine. I am Harry Potter." Henry revealed uncaringly, his hair and eyes turned their real colour momentarily. Black and Emerald.

Dai Deam laughed mirthfully.

"One more thing about young people is that they care too much about their appearance. You are no different. Changing your hair and eyes to silver to look unique. That really tickles me. But I shouldn't judge. Let's begin this battle, young one.

Let's see how many seconds you can last." Dai Deam smiled confidently, pointing his staff at him.

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As soon as the silver haired boy stepped in front of him, Roy moved towards his parents' bodies.

There were no injuries on their bodies, nor were they naked anymore. But they still weren't breathing.

A part of him, even knowing it was impossible, hoped that the boy would resurrect his parents. That he would bring miracles with him.

But it seemed even the strangely powerful boy didn't have anything against death. His lips trembled and he began crying silently, barely paying attention to the verbal jabs happening between the Necromancers in the background.

He pulled his parents' faces against his chest and hugged them tightly, mourning the loss of his loved ones.

After a few minutes, as the fight between the Necromancers became too loud to ignore, he reluctantly let his parents' bodies go and turned towards to witness the one sided fight.

The silver haired boy had a blank look on his face as he easily countered every attack of the monster.

The monster in return upped his next moves. A plethora of ghosts shrieked and appeared between them.

"Attack." Dai Deam ordered calmly, though there was a thin sheen of sweat on his wrinkled forehead.

Henry pulled out a glowing sword from his inventory.

[Spirit Sword

– A legendary sword which increases the user's stats by 10x and can attack anything, physical, non-physical, illusionary, doesn't matter. ]

Since Henry was already more than 200 lvl, this sword made him over 2000 lvl strong. It was an insane amount of power that was running through him. He was stronger than a mountain, he was faster than light. He was a mortal god.

As he moved forward, faster than any physical being is allowed to, he slashed his sword through the translucent beings, making them disappear in a puff of cool vapour.

In just a second, all the ghosts were incapacitated.

"You are strong. Far stronger than anyone I have ever faced. I commend you for making me use my most powerful attack. Be proud of your skills, boy. Be proud and die finally." Dai Deem yelled, finally losing his calm composure as he raised his staff towards the ceiling and desperately chanted in some ancient language.

Henry queried his eyebrow and waited to see what would happen next.

With a blast of red light, a humanoid shape formed between him and Dai Deam.

What appeared out of the light was something Henry hadn't ever expected to see. At least not in this world. It was Iris.

Iris Potter. His dear sister. His dead sister.

"Good to see you again, brother." Iris whispered coldly, red tears dripping from her eyes and the corner of her mouth.

He stumbled back with guilt and horror written all over his face.

"You are dead. You are dead." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, trying to make the illusion disappear.

So consuming was his despair that even his gamer's mind couldn't totally suppress the waves of emotions.

"I am. Thanks to you." She snarled and abruptly jumped forward, wrapping her hands around his neck, strangling him.

Henry was dubious as he fell down on his back with Iris straddling his chest and squeezing his neck. Even as the pressure increased suddenly, as her fingers dug into his flesh, Henry simply lay there, looking at her as if she was his greatest hope and biggest mistake.

He shakily raised his hand and cupped her cheek, looking into her dark emerald eyes. His own eyes filled up with tears.

He frowned. Her skin wasn't hers, her eyes weren't hers, that's the only way he could put it. He had grown up closely with his sister, they never had held back in showing their affection, whether it be by words or physical means.

So, it wasn't a surprise when Henry knew how her cheek should feel in his hand, how warm or soft her skin should be, how bright her eyes should be. Something definitely was off here. Still, he couldn't do anything but just stare at her incomprehensibly and spasm under her due to the lack of oxygen.

A growl was all the warning they got before a blur of white collided with Iris and threw her off of him. Henry scrambled back and panted heavily, looking dumbstruck as Aura, his cat, was baring her teeth at Iris.

"Aura, don't! She is my sister." Henry yelled miserably. Aura turned her head and gave him an almost condescending look. As the gamer's mind finally did its work, Henry was able to suppress his emotional turmoil and think logically.

"I don't think she is my sister." He said mournfully after a second while Aura glared at him as if saying 'You think?'

But their brief interaction was interrupted by 'Iris'.

She dusted off her clothes and stood up, giving an odd look to Aura.