HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 82: Night! ] (Patreon)

"Goodnight, Harry. See you in the morning." Iris said softly, hugging him and pressing a kiss on his cheek. Harry smiled at her, reciprocating her hug.

"Goodnight, little sister. Sweet dreams." Harry grinned, needling her, wanting to take her attention away from the poor dead couple who were attacked by the vampire.

He could have revived those two, but that would have wasted his limited number of chances to resurrect people.

Crass it might sound, but Harry had firmly decided to stop reviving strangers. Trying to make everyone happy was a futile attempt. Thousands of people were dying or being abused right this moment. He couldn't reach everyone.

He couldn't save everyone. He wasn't omnipotent or omnipresent. The best way to stay sane in this world was to not empathise with the suffering of strangers.

He was just a human, a special one, but still only a single person. The best he could do was prioritise the safety of a few dear ones and save those whose paths interacted with his.

"You do know that I just killed a vampire and have a deadly sword? Don't test me or else I'll have to test my sword against you." Iris grumbled, trying to shove him off.

"Aw, you are so cute when you are all angry and pouty." Harry chuckled, grabbing her hands and pulling her close.

She just huffed, half-annoyed and half-pleased as he kissed her forehead. She knew what he was trying to do. She knew the lovable fool was attempting to distract her and lighten her heart.

It surprisingly worked and he was rewarded with another cheek kiss. After that, she sneaked back to her room and had mostly a good sleep.

Harry fell back on his bed with a yawn and checked his levels.

[Character Sheet]

[Name: Harry Potter

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 210(0%)

HP: 10,500 (10 per second)

MP: 21,000 (100 per second)]

Traits:

[Remorseless]

[Lustful]

Perks:

[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)

[Gamer's Body] (Passive)

[Observe] (Active)

[Peak Body] (Passive)

[Skill Create] (Active)

[Teleportation] (Active)

[Inventory] (Active)

[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)

[Killer] (Active)

[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)

[Unlimited Money] (Active)

[Shapeshifter] (Active)

[Death's Favoured] (Passive)

[Reviver] (Active)

Skills:

[Ray of Light]

[Death Arrow]

[Flying]

[Shield]

[Leech]

[Bomb]

[Energy Shield]

He hummed appreciatively at his levels. He had made good progress and if his pace remained the same then he would easily reach level 300 and max it before his first year at Hogwarts could be over. And Iris too was becoming stronger quickly, even when not considering the sword. After the earlier quest, she had reached level 57. Harry hoped to make her level 100 before this academic year finished.

He smiled, snuggling into the pillow, remembering that tomorrow was Christmas and his friends were coming to visit.

Daphne, Astoria, Tracey, Neville, they all would be here. He couldn't wait to meet them. It had been so long.

Hermione was invited too, but she wouldn't be available since she was going to have a family reunion with her extended family

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After breakfast, Lily smiled as her two children ran towards the living room where their presents were kept under the Christmas tree.

She had been feeling sad lately as to how her children's innocence had been taken away from them. They had been through so many tumultuous situations which they didn't deserve to go through. It made them more mature and less childish which she wasn't exactly happy with. 

If she had her way then she would keep them as children forever so they wouldn't have to suffer all the hard things that adults had to.

Alas, the world didn't work as she wished.

Here she was with children who were acting less childish by each passing day. So, it soothed her heart and made it even more special when they sometimes showed their childish side like they were doing now.

She walked into the living room to see them tearing the wrappers impatiently with glee which brought a motherly smile on her face.

She couldn't help herself at how adorable they looked and leaned down, wrapping her arms around them from behind.

Harry leaned back into her happily at her show of affection, always a mama's boy while Iris made a sound of protest.

"Don't disturb us, old lady. We are busy." She complained, mirth laced in her voice.

Lily's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

It had become a new thing between the mother-daughter duo. Iris now called her old lady, sometimes in fondness and sometimes to just annoy her.

And it did annoy her. She was just 31… well would be 32 next month but still, she wasn't an old lady.

She was barely into her thirties and being called old definitely needled her. And top of that, she worked out physically to remain fit and keep her body in shape. She could swear that she didn't look older than any other mid-twenties woman.

Thus, it was a slap to her face for being called old by her own sweet daughter when she secretly prided herself in her beautiful appearance.

"Harry, tell Iris I am not old, please." She turned to Harry who was watching them with amusement. She knew her son would take her side.

"Mum is not old, Iris. She is young and the most beautiful woman on Earth." Harry chidded her gently, giving Lily an awed look as if he believed his own words.

And his stare wasn't sexual in the least, Lily was well aware of the lecherous gazes of men and her son's gaze didn't fell in that category.

The best analogy for describing Harry's admiration for her would be how an artist loves his favourite art or how a dreamer looks at the night sky.

With utter love and borderline obsession. In his view, she indeed was the most beautiful thing to ever exist.