HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 131: Undead! ] (Patreon)

“Like we killed someone. I recall how you broke into hysterics at the first sight of 'stern mum'."

"You were crying too. You don't have the higher ground to make fun of me." She grimaced, covering her face with her hands, not wanting to see her brother's smug look.

"Of course I did. You know how fearful I was of disappointing mum. I really thought she would hate me or something. Which is the worst thing that can happen to me. Even worse than death." Harry laughed lightly, prying off her fingers so he could look at her cute shy face.

"You were always a mama's boy." She taunted.

Harry shrugged, accepting it as a compliment. "Well, she is the most beautiful woman on this planet."

"You do know how weird it may sound to others? It is also slightly creepy how obsessed you are with mum." Iris sighed, a little bit jealous of how he adored their mum. He was her twin. He was her soul mate. She should be his number one, not that old lady.

As if reading her thoughts, Harry shot her a smirk. "You jealous?"

"Am not."

"You are."

"Am not."

"You are. Just accept it. There is no need to lie to me. I can read you like an open book."

"That doesn't amount to much if you are illiterate."

"How witty." Harry exclaimed in a faux admiration.

"Shut up." She mumbled, sitting up, trying to distance herself from him. Before she could move away, Harry wrapped his arm around her, keeping her firmly beside him.

"You look cute when you are jealous." He smiled, pressing a kiss on her cheek.

"Stupid Harry. Just shut up. I am not jealous." She grumbled.

"Fine, you are not. But in the hypothetical scenario where you were, I would say, there's no need to be jealous. Lily Potter is a goddess who is meant to be worshipped and admired from afar while Iris Potter is my best-est friend, my perfect partner, my soul mate, the one who knows me better than anyone, the one I love the most. And no one can take her place. Ever."

"..."

Iris couldn't stop the bright smile that took over her face. Harry chuckled and side-hugged her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Her smile slowly faded into a grimace.

"You think he will come?" She whispered with fear plain in her voice, winding her hands around him tightly. There was no need to specify who 'he' was.

"He will. But his arrival won't be a surprise. I am using my Soul Searcher skill every minute. I will know when he leaves his castle and comes here."

"Good. We don't want to be surprised by him ever again." She pulled back and nodded. The last time he surprised them, it led to her death.

Harry's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face. Using [Soul Searcher] skill again, he checked Voldemort's whereabouts, but the results baffled him. He immediately pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and covered the confused Iris with it.

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A shadow slithered from beneath the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. It moved stealthily towards the sofa where a single student sat with an air of agitation.

The shadow grew, it became tangible, it increased in size, until it took a humanoid shape. And then from that dark shell stepped out a man.

"Harry Potter." The man hissed.

The boy stood up hearing his name and walked around the sofa, standing before the man.

"Who are you?" The boy asked.

"I am lord Voldemort." The man answered with a cocky smile, spreading his arms grandly.

"I see. So, you really came."

"I did. I am the one who took your sister's life. I am the one who tried to kill your mother. Now, I will give you your opportunity to have your revenge. To display your anger and cruelty. Show me the heat of your wrath, little one. Show me your power.

"Take my hand and we will go to a chamber where we can let loose. Let me see if you have evolved into a giant or if more encouragement is still needed." Voldemort chuckled, offering his arm palm up.

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Harry stared at the offered limb. The result of [Observe] still in the forefront of his mind.

[Name: Jonny Alder(Voldemort)

Race: Human(Enhanced Undead)

Class: Mage(Ritually Unlocked)

Lvl: 0

HP: 50,000(Ritually Enhanced)

MP: 100,000(Ritually Unlocked)

Affection: 0

Obedience: 0

Thoughts about you: None ]

"Let's finish this." Harry announced, his green eyes gleaming with hatred. He clasped his hand with the man who had murdered his father and sister.

The man and the boy turned into shadows and flitted through the gap beneath the door.

Iris took off the Cloak and looked at the place where her brother had stood earlier. She balled her fists in anger. She wished she could help him, but Harry's quick action was reasonable.

There was no need to inform Voldemort of her resurrection.

There was no need to reveal Harry's true strength and power. And yet, hiding away from the Dark Lord and seeing her brother disappear with him filled her with doubt and anxiety.

She knew Harry was capable enough to come out of this unscathed. Her mind knew that and yet her heart thumped loudly against her ribcage and sweat gathered at her brow. She shook her head and slumped down on the sofa, hoping her brother would return quickly.

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The two mortal enemies, according to Harry, Or the pair of teacher and student, according to Voldemort, reappeared in the Chamber of Secrets.

For Harry, this shadow transport was just so weird and yet thrilling. As soon as he had grabbed his enemy's hand, his body had dissolved into shadow. Then another shadow had latched onto him and they had flown together through the hallways at the speed he didn't know was achievable.

Just a minute later, they had covered a vast amount of distance and had entered the place where it was too soon for him to return. He still remembered that night when that basilisk mortally wounded his sister.