HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 128: Puberty! ] (Patreon)

Regina picked up the gun, crying and sobbing, choosing the lesser evil. She pointed the barrel under her chin.

"I am sorry. Don't do this, please." She mumbled, trying to gain his sympathy.

"I don't think you are. Go on. Pull the trigger." Harry curtly waved away her heartfelt plea. At that moment, he wasn't feeling too merciful.

BANG!

Regina Gloud slumped down on the table, blood pouring down from her head along with some brain matter.

Iris glanced away and walked back to Harry, the real Harry who was back to his real age. She did not look at the dead body, feeling sick in her stomach.

"You would have raped her?" She asked the most pressing question which swirled in her mind in a constant loop.

Harry smiled softly at her, pulling her in his arms and pecking her on the head.

"Of course not. That was just a threat. Words to terrify her. Words to make her choose my desired option. I am not a monster after all."

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It was barely 4 in the morning and Daphne was in the middle of her daily ritual. But unlike everyday, she wasn't alone.

Harry was standing against the left wall, looking at her dancing form, but trying not to stare. And this time he wasn't under the Invisibility Cloak.

Daphne must have gobbled up this meeting at this strange hour as coincidence. At least that's what he would like to think. It wasn't as if after knowing her daily routine he had started joining her in the morning. No, this was only the second time he met her this early.

She had distractedly waved at him to wait when he walked in through the door of the abandoned classroom, as she had been busy twirling in her place.

She was a little embarrassed, as he watched her dance. Again. But it had steadily disappeared as she continued moving elegantly, closing her eyes and thinking only of her Queen Mother instead of her best friend's eyes on her.

His eyes indeed were on her. She was in a tiny white slip after all, which only went past her mid thighs. And Harry was a boy. A growing boy who while not very interested in the other sex was still a little curious and mortified to see so much skin of his female friend. 

A very beautiful friend who too was growing and was in the middle of puberty. 

Although she still did not have any eye-catching curves, she at least wasn't looking like a boy with a cute face and long hair. She was distinctly a girl in terms of body shape.

Honestly, Harry should have gotten used to seeing beautiful females in various states of undress. Lily Potter wasn't very shy around her son, not minding when she gave him manybrief glimpses of her nudity whether it be the moments when he walked in on her naked or when her dresses rose too high or dropped too low.

Then there was Iris Potter with a [Peak Body] perk too. Harry had gotten used to seeing his physically affectionate sister as a female, as a different breed. 

There had been moments when he had even felt her femaleness, usually when they were sleeping together or when they changed into their Grim costumes together. Iris wasn't a boy, he knew now after seeing the small budding mounds on her chest or the shape of her other body parts (red: arse).

But there was a major difference here. He was used toseeing his family in that way. Few glimpses of their nudity was a norm and nothing to get flustered about. Unlike how it was now. 

He wasn't used to seeing Daphne in that way. Her long bare legs or the hint of her collarbone was too much for the boy. He was red in face and tried not to stare at her hips or at her not-a-boy like chest. 

Which was a losing battle since no matter what he did, his eyes always found her. There was a strange joy in seeing her skin and keep seeing her soft bare skin.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she was done and put on her robes. He never knew looking his friend in the eyes would be so difficult.

"You okay? You look all red. Do you have a fever?" She asked in concern, noticing his crimson face and stepping closer, checking his temperature. The touch of her hand on his forehead made him feel all tingly and uneasy.

He hated puberty. With all his heart and every bit of his being.

Harry stifled the urge to jump back and run away from her. He recalled the good ole days when he could mess around with his female friends without any worry.

Nowadays, he had to be extremely careful not to touch them improperly whenever performing any act of affection. Even the simple harmless hug had become a chore where he felt like he was walking on a tightrope. 

If it was too brief, it might look like he was being rude and impatient which might hurt their feelings, but if it was a little longer then it gave off all wrong signals. And let's just not talk about how his mind was acutely aware of the closeness of his body with the other gender.

He hated puberty. Maybe even more than he hated Voldemort.

"I am fine. Was doing exercise earlier, so I am still all hot and sweaty." He chuckled, not knowing why, it wasn't as if it was funny or anything.

Giving him a strange look, she stepped back.

"So, what are you doing here?" She asked finally.

"Was passing through this hallway and thought to see if you were still here." He lied. Not that he could just ask her if she was alright. 

Last night's incident was still not known to the student body. It would appear suspicious if he knew that she was attacked yesterday even when he wasn't supposed to.