HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 168: Level-Gap! ] (Patreon)

"You sure about this?" Iris asked dumbly as the pale figure of her opponent stood in front of her with its wand ready.

Currently, the Potter twins were in the glade that lay in the forest behind their manor, preparing to train magically and becoming less reliant on their system skills and weapons.

She had heard what happened to her brother this morning. She didn't know how to react other than give him a strangling hug.

He had been killed.

The traumatised look on her mother's face told her that Iris might have been more horrified if Harry's death had happened before her own eyes.

But since she saw that he was mostly well after his death, she didn't experience the crippling heartbreak that her mother had suffered.

While Iris had been sad, she didn't cry.

It just felt too unreal for her. She couldn't imagine a decapitated Harry.

Well, she could and did, but it looked only comical in her mind. She couldn't see the real image of a headless Harry lying on the forest edge.

She should have been able to picture that.

She had seen enough decapitated bodies, she had beheaded enough bodies to know how it would look if that same thing happened to Harry. But however much she tried, she wasn't able to visualise that catastrophic scene.

Maybe it was for the best. Perhaps it was a defence mechanism she subconsciously picked up to not be wrecked like her mother.

She was glad.

She was glad that she wasn't capable of conceiving any vision of that incident.

"Yes, I'm sure. You are strong enough to take him on." Harry yelled, sitting on a rock at a safe distance from the place of action.

Aura napped, curled in his lap, in her original cat form, uncaring of the pale man with black eyes. Harry petted her absent-mindedly while his attention was on the spar that was going to take place.

Voldemort vs Iris Potter.

To be specific, this Voldemort was the one from another world. Where Harry met his good friends Daphne and Tracey.

He sighed, run over by nostalgia.

Thinking about them always led to bitter-sweet feelings.

He hoped he would see them again.

'And now I might just accept Daphne's advances when she offers herself to me.' he thought with a wry grin.

He knew that everything between them had been platonic and she had been just teasing him. But sometimes he questioned himself, thinking she might have liked him in more ways, possibly in a sexual way.

Maybe he was being delusional.

Truthfully, the past had started becoming blurry and he wasn't sure if what he thought now was the truth or a mere wishful dream.

The sound of fighting dragged him out of his mind. Aura perked up, opening her golden eyes wide and staring at the match.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Iris dodged the Killing Curse with disbelief written all over her face. She hadn't thought she would see it in a friendly spar. But then again, her opponent was an undead Voldemort. She shouldn't have expected safe spells.

She returned with a piercing curse. She had learnt silent casting this summer. And her spell repertoire had also increased abundantly since she started training last year.

The former dark lord simply batted it away and said blankly. "Crucio!"

She shot him a dark look, jumping to her side and sweeping her wand upwards.

The grass below him turned into sharp glass needles. Voldemort wasn't quick enough to escape them safely. Two shards quickly punctured his right leg before he was able to undo her spell.

While Voldemort was vastly more skilled than her, he was still only level 150 as she had been informed by her brother.

She had a massive advantage over him due to the level gap between them, hers being 250. She was a lot faster and had more mana than the undead. She just had to be swift and not make any errors. Then she would easily win this spar.

She shot a strong Exploding Charm, on the ground right in front of him.

Dust and grass burst out of the ground with a loud boom, clouding around him. Iris again swept her hand and turned the grass into glass missiles. A wave of air forced the dust toward the former Dark Lord.

She hoped to blind him and restrict his movements.

When the dust cleared, she was surprised to find him entombed in a golden shield. His dead eyes fell on her and he spread his arms to his sides.

The golden barrier disappeared and a black miasma seeped out of him, writhing in front of him before turning into a big black shadowy ball. He pointed his arm forward and the ball flew toward her.

She ignored her beating heart and leapt to her right side, easily missing the spell. She got on her feet elegantly and prepared to cast a cutting spell.

Unfortunately, she wasn't given the opportunity.

The shadowy ball which she had dodged earlier, returned swiftly with double speed, slamming behind her.

The silver necklace around her shone brighter and nulled the curse which would have killed her otherwise.

She grunted angrily, glancing at her amused brother.

"Again?" He yelled.

"Again." She yelled back.

Voldemort's injury closed unnaturally and he stood healed and ready once again.

'This time I am going to win.' Iris vowed.

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Harry strode into his mother's room.

He was a little confused about the time. They had decided to do it at night. But hadn't determined any particular hour.

So, an hour after the dinner, he decided to visit her, praying he wasn't going to disturb her.

However, when he went into the room, she wasn't there. For a moment, he thought she might be outside the master bedroom, but a conspicuous gown sprawled on the bed caught his eye.

He walked to the bed and inspected it.

A short black silk negligee lay upon it. Both, curious and horny, he picked it up and looked at the translucent, virtually transparent, nightie.

An amused grin broke over his face. It seemed his mother was making an effort to overcome her morals. To look at their activity in a more favourable light.