HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 122: Healing Pocket! ] (Patreon)

Harry immediately teleported to her side and was glad to see that she was alive even if a little broken here and there.

Her hand was twisted in the wrong direction and her leg was bent awkwardly. It was only his [Gamer's Mind] which stopped him from staring blankly and uncomprehendingly at her.

He grimaced and picked up her White Sword. With both the swords in his hands, his power was multiplied by 22.

His level 96 momentarily became 2112. Not satisfied with just that, he enabled his [Rager] skill too which then multiplied his strength by 2.

He literally felt his every cell fill with immeasurable energy. His body sang for a release. His eyes began glowing bright green.

So now with the practical power of level 4224, he teleported right in front of the basilisk and started hacking and slashing recklessly. 

It screeched and hissed in pain as Harry's every attack damaged it horrendously. But Harry relentlessly kept on attacking it.

"AAAAAAHHH!" He screamed, ceasing to think logically and giving in to his berserker instincts. He cut and carved, his two hands moving seamlessly.

His two swords were arcs of destruction as they left ruin behind them and butchered everything in their path.

At the end of 10 seconds, his [Rager] skill stopped and he dropped down on his knees.

In front of him laid the corpse of once a terrible monster. Now it was reduced to a pile of scales in the sea of blood and poison.

Waving away all the new notifications, Harry concentrated on his new perk.

[Healing Pocket]

[– A dimensional pocket which heals every disease or injury of the patient. Can be used only once a day.]

Harry laughed mirthlessly. It couldn't be a coincidence that he got a perk which he sorely needed at the moment.

Not wanting to have an existential crisis right then, he ignored it and teleported back to Iris. 

He used his [Healing Pocket] and a square black hole opened up before him. Knowing what to do, he picked up the broken body of his sister and placed her inside the dimensional hole.

It closed for a second before opening up again and depositing Iris on her feet.

She was totally fine albeit a little confused.

"That was weird. But I am glad I didn't have to go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment." She said, moving her arms and legs, checking if they were alright.

"I am glad you are okay." Harry let out a massive sigh, embracing her firmly.

She patted his back assuringly and kissed his face. "I am fine. Let's get out of here. I hope you are still hiring for that cuddle-buddy job."

Harry chuckled in relief and nodded, "Yes. You are hired, Miss Potter."

They went back to the Room of Requirement and took a quick shower before sleeping. Iris just smiled fondly when Harry held her tightly in his arms all night.

He was such a worrier. Then again, she would be too if she had witnessed his death.

She had a nice dreamless sleep.

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"So all I had to do was scream after using my [Shapeshifter] perk to turn into a rooster? That's not even funny!" Harry yelled as he and Iris read the section about the Basilisks in the book about magical creatures.

Iris giggled and patted his head in consolation.

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The night on which the basilisk incident happened, Harry did not sleep. Truth be told, he could not sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, Iris' broken and crumpled figure flashed on the back of his eyelids.

He pulled her close, so close that her back was flushed against his chest. At his abrupt suffocating hold, she merely mumbled something in her sleep, enjoying a peaceful slumber, not aware of her brother's torment.

Knowing that he wasn't going to have any sleep, he unclasped his hands from around her and sat up, abandoning his effort to rest. It was fortunate that the lack of sleep wouldn't affect him.

He glanced down at Iris whose cute sleeping face brought a warm smile on his lips. He caressed her cheek and then combed her beautiful red hair with his fingers. 

He didn't know how she could just shrug off tonight's misfortunes. She had almost died. Again. And yet, here she was, sleeping soundly as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Why am I always the reason for your hurt? I should have returned when we saw the ginormous snakeskin, but confidence and greed dragged us in the chamber. How long will I keep risking you to make us stronger?" He whispered, not being able to stop the tears which rolled down his cheeks.

Apparently, he wasn't quiet enough since Iris' eyes blinked open at his words. She gave him a confused look with her bleary eyes. "Why are you crying again, you crybaby?"

He snorted, swiftly wiping his tears, feeling a bit embarrassed and lied down beside her, on his side. She too rolled over her side so they were facing each other.

He gazed at her gently, placing his hand on the side of her face. "I feel bad for bringing you to that monster. It almost feels like I am destined to keep hurting you. However unintentional."

Iris scooted closer, leaving barely any space between them. Her face was so close that he could feel her warm breath on his chin.

She flicked him on the forehead.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"For spouting nonsense. Are you forgetting that we utterly destroyed two raging dragons a week ago? That had been so quick and effortless.

"When we have these swords in our hands, it becomes so easy to kill anything, no matter how big or strong they are or how smart or quick they are. 

I feel like I am a mortal god or something who doesn't have any equal in this world, except you of course. So, why would we be scared of a puny giant snake?