HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 141: 2nd Year Ranking! ] (Patreon)

Until then, she was free to enjoy her freedom, and he was free to have this respite from these constant pressures of keeping tabs on them.

Still, this situation wasn't totally hopeless, he thought.

He was going to get something invaluable out of this unpredictable disaster.

He pointed his finger at the dead Voldemort and mumbled, "Repair. Arise."

The cut on the neck mended and his skin gained back a very little colour. His black eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly.

He looked around dazedly before his gaze locked onto Harry. His eyes shone with devotion and he slid off the bed, putting his hanging dick back into his trousers and kneeling before him subserviently.

"Master."

A smile creeped over Harry's face as he stared at his new servant. He silently used [Observe] on him and his growing smile abruptly vanished, replaced by a grim look of acceptance.

[Name: Voldemort

Race: Undead

Class: Divine Mage

Lvl: 5000

HP: 250,000

MP: 500,000

Affection: 10

Obedience: 100

Thoughts: Nothing]

So, this was Voldemort at half his power. Meaning, he was actually level 10,000 when alive. Such an ocean of raw power his enemy had. And let's just not talk about his skills and experience. Combined with the unbridled power and knowledge, Voldemort really was the epitome of Mage.

At this very instant, running around the world with that same strength was a beautiful harmless looking woman, who was decried by the system as his enemy.

He would be careful, but not overly paranoid. She was totally an unknown being to him. She could be either a kind and genial woman or a megalomaniac bloodthirsty woman.

He didn't know and that was a point of worry.

It really was hard to not be paranoid when a monster with that level of power was his new opponent. Although he wasn't sure if she saw him as one.

Did she even know him or about him?

Harry shook his head, not wanting to dwell on it too much. He would take care of her when the time was right. And it wasn't now.

"Go away." He told his new undead and added him to his inventory. It was almost funny how he had two Voldemorts stashed in his infinite pocket. Now, he only needed to kill the last one too and add her to the set.

What was better than two undead Voldemorts? Three undead Voldemorts.

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The rest of the academic year went by quickly enough. Harry and Iris did their quests when given and studied daily to keep up their rankings.

Harry's teaching sessions with Astoria also went quite well, barring the few occasions when he needed to be strict to keep her from getting too out of hand.

Daphne and Tracey did not face any more attacks from their house. The 'Butchering' (that's what everybody called the incident with the Red Grim) was still clear in their minds to moronically antagonise anyone. They were totally left alone to do whatever they wanted. Which was fine by the girls since that's all they had desired.

They already had great friends, and didn't need or want to make more in the Snake Pit.

Everything was fine really, except the many curious glances of Dumbledore during the dinners as he conversed with the professors. He wasn't really keeping an eye on them, or scrutinising them, more like he was just intrigued and mesmerised at how easily Harry went through the spells and the curriculum.

Harry now had the attention of the headmaster. Which he wasn't exactly happy with. But he wasn't in any position to do something about it. So, he ignored it and remained on guard.

The day of the results came and all his friends passed with flying colours. Harry gathered with the crowd and looked at the bulletin board in the Gryffindor common room, where the rankings were pinned.

[SECOND YEAR RANKINGS:]

[1. Harry Potter

2. Daphne Greengrass

3. Hermione Granger

4. Padma Patil

5. Iris Potter

6. Susan Bones

7. Neville Longbottom

8. Sue Li

9. Terry Boot

10. Tracey Davis]

He glanced beside him, at Hermione, who frowned at the sheet before sighing in acceptance.

"One day, Harry, one day I'll beat you both." She groaned.

"Good work, Hermione. Rank 3 is not bad, but it isn't rank 1 either." Harry smirked, dodging her elbow and slipping past her.

"One day, Harry, one day I'll defeat you and wipe off your smirk." She grumbled, walking beside him as they approached their group.

The first thing Harry did reaching them was, pull up Iris on her feet and give her a tight hug and a proud smile. "You did great. You jumped directly to rank 5. That's good progress."

"It better be or I'd be kicking you now for all the time you forced me to study." She complained with no heat in her voice, grinning in self-satisfaction and offering him a kiss on the cheek for all his hard work.

"It's good that we all are in the top 10, even Tracey, which is a pleasant surprise." Neville remarked, having already seen the rankings.

"Heh. Daphne must've been her minder as I was to Iris. That explains why Tracey was so exhausted recently." Harry commented, sliding down beside his sister on the sofa and across from Neville and Hermione.

Just at that moment, Astoria came running towards them and stopped before Harry.

"So, Tori, should I congratulate you or punish you?" he asked.

In response to his question, she just gave him a thumbs up with a wide grin. Harry chuckled, standing up and taking her in his arms. She immediately melted into him, pressing her face on his chest and vibrating with exhilaration.

[QUEST:

– Make Astoria rank first in her end of the year exams.

Success!

REWARD: Gained

– Perk [Mentor]

Gives the user the ability to masterfully convey his teachings.]

It wasn't something flashy, but Harry wasn't toodisappointed by getting it. A perk was a perk, no matter how useless he thought it was.

"Great. You were a good student, sometimes an annoying one, but on the whole, a really good student." He smiled when he pulled back, patting her head. "Have you informed Daphne yet?"

"No, I'll when we meet for breakfast." she piped up, leaning into his palm.

When all the friends met in the Great Hall, they were graced with Daphne's rare wide pleased smile as she heard about Astoria's accomplishment. The little blonde was happy to bring this smile out of her sister. It felt like a bigger and greater victory than achieving first rank itself.