HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 16: Ravenclaw House! ] (Patreon)
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She too looked mildly uncomfortable, "Umm, I actually had some studying I wanted to do in the library today sooo…"
"Me too," I indicated to the books on the table.
"Well I'm not leaving," she said, crossing her arms and sitting down again.
"…I suppose we can both share the library," I offered as I took my seat too.
"No helping it then," she stated casually as she took a book from the stack and opened it.
"I guess not," I agreed before opening my own book.
We read in comfortable silence for a while before I finally opened my mouth to speak, "By the way, should I continue to call you Hermione or would you like it if I called you Granger from now on?"
"Granger. You?"
"Charles please. Hmm- Granger does tend to roll off the tongue rather nicely."
"…So why did you pick me over everyone else? Like Harry Potter for example?" she asked without looking up from her book.
"Potter huh? To be honest, he's a bit of a disappointment. I thought that as someone raised in the non-magical world like us, he would be a tad more excited to study magic, but so far all I have seen him do is cause trouble for Gryffindor with his friend Ronald Weasley. As I said before, you're the much better choice."
"…In what way?"
"Okay now you're just fishing for compliments."
Common Room:-
When I finally entered the common room, I noticed a crowd around the bulletin board.
"Hey Michael, what's this all about?" I asked, tapping my fellow Ravenclaw on the shoulder.
"Oh, Charles your back already," the black-haired boy said turning around, "Flitwick put up an announcement that Quidditch tryouts will be held next week."
Oh, so that's what it was.
Hmm? Should I give it a try?
As far as I knew, there was no rule against First Years joining the team, only against them owning their own broom. This meant that they would have to use the school brooms if they hoped of try out. As a result, most first years were rarely chosen since they lacked both experience flying and a decent broom.
Still for my plan, I needed to establish myself as Ravenclaw's golden boy, someone that could do no wrong. Joining the team seemed like a step in the right direction.
When the crowd finally thinned out, I walked to the tryout sheet and wrote my name among the applicants.
[A quest has been created.]
[Going for the Gold]
[ Show your housemates that you were born to rule the skies by joining the Quidditch team.
Completion award: EXP 7,000
Increase closeness with Ravenclaw House
Random Item.
Completion Failure: Decrease closeness with Ravenclaw House.]
"Charles, you're signing up?" Anthony Goldstein asked as he was accompanied by the rest of our year's Ravenclaw.
I gave them my most sincere smile, "Well it never hurt to try right?"
Terry stepped forward, "Unless you get hit by a bludger."
"…Well there is that."
Padma slapped Terry on the shoulder playfully, "Oh stop that. You don't know that for certain. Who knows, he might actually get in. Even Madam Hooch said he was a natural." Turning to me she smiled, "Don't worry though, if you do get your head smashed in, I'll let you see my notes when you wake up from your coma."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said in the most deadpan voice I could muster.
Still, the experience alone would be enough to push me to the next level giving me enough points for WIS.
Room of Requirements:-
The room had transformed itself into a large white room with padded walls and floor. The ceiling was easily 100 ft.
I was currently using it to train my flying skill. This time when I asked for a flying broom the Room had provided it, making me think that it could only materialize items that I was familiar with.
Flying reminded me slightly of surfing as you need to use your whole body to steer.
Thanks to the my newly acquired title of [Rival, I had managed to level up flying to Level 10 after only a few days.
[ [Flying] (Active/Passive) LV10 EXP: 53.23%
Description: Flying. It's in your blood. Who said man wasn't meant to fly? Not you.
Passive: 25% increase to all flying mediums such as brooms, mounts, magic carpets, or airplanes.
Active: You can fly without a medium using magic. The more magic you use, the faster and higher you can travel.
Cost: 40 MP per second]
DEX had also exceeded 20 giving me peak human dexterity.
I had all the grace of a cat as I walked and felt safe even on hard to balance surfaces. DEX also transferred over to all abilities to, like my piano playing, running speed, and even aim.
I was confident that if I used my abilities professionally, I would be able to win every gold medal at the Olympics.
But winning some gold trinkets wasn't my goal. No, my goal was much bigger.
Standing on the handle of the conjured broom I closed my eyes, spreading my arms as wide as possible before falling backwards plummeting to the floor below.
My eyes snapped open as I extended a hand to the broom. It shot from its floating position to my hand with surprising speed.
Tightly holding onto the handle, I positioned it underneath me, my foot at the base of the handle where it met the twigs.
When I was only a few feet off the ground I commanded it to accelerate just as I pulled it up so the handle was facing the ceiling.
The straw twigs briefly scraped the floor then shot up vertically like a spinning rocket, as it steadied itself from the sudden change of direction.
It really was like a combination of surfing and sky-diving, both of which I had experienced back in my old life.
People used to think I was an adrenaline junkie on account of all the life risking hobbies I had, but the truth was that I was just trying to find something that could make me feel better again.