HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 8: Sword Mastery! ] (Patreon)

"…ow."

I picked up a Knut from the coin pile that must have been up to my waist.

I brought it to my inventory and watched as it disappeared.

[Money: G0/ S0/ K1]

Grabbing a few more I Knuts I watched as the number kept rising but when I placed the 29th coin something unexpected happened.

[Money: G0/ S1/ K0]

"Oh, so it converts it naturally," I concluded before spotting a withdraw tab. A small window that looked like it belonged to a calculator appeared asking for the money I wanted to take.

"Let's see, how about 1 Sickle?" I said pushing the number one button and then the button that had a silver coin on it.

Amazingly, a silver coin appeared in my hand rather than the 29 Knuts I had put in.

Great, I now had some income I could spend. It was only now that I began to realize that I didn't have my family's fortune to rely on. I would need to support myself from now one. The corner of my lips strangely lifted up at that thought.

Without further adieu I began shoveling the pile of coins into my inventory, enjoying as the numbers began to climb higher and higher.

After I placed the last of the change, I sat down on the chair again and thought of my next plan.

"Wait? Isn't this a medieval castle? There should be weapons right. Room, bring me all of the lost weapons in the castle."

The room grew bigger as racks and racks of different types of weapons appeared before me, some of which looked to be rusted beyond all hell. I stood up and picked up a rusted dagger that looked ready to snap in half.

"This could give someone tetanus. Observe."

[Old dagger: A rusted dagger from the 12th century, that looks ready to fall apart. This will certainly give someone tetanus.]

Placing the dagger back, I went down the rows of weapons using observe on all of them.

[ Observe's level has risen by one.]

[ Observe's level has risen by one.]

Observe was now level 4.

[Rapier- Rank: Ordinary

A normal rapier that is perfect for thrusting and slashing attacks.]

Swinging the elongated sword, I was reminded of my fencing competitions. I took a pose and thrust forward. Immediately I noticed the difference caused by my size and lack of upper body strength.

"Room, create a training dummy."

It responded immediately as a wooden dummy sprouted in front of me like a tree.

Holding the thin sword, I slash at the immobile doll across the chest.

[A skill has been created through a special action. ]

[You obtained the skill, 'Sword Mastery'.]

[Sword Mastery (Passive) LV 1

Description: A skill that allows user to freely handle swords.]

[5% increase in attack damage with swords.]

The sword suddenly became as light as a feather in my hand. I tried a few more swings and noticed just how fluid my movements had become.

"This is good, I can work with this."

I had encountered another hidden dungeon while I was traveling to my potions class, one that I could finally enter.

Seeing as it was called the Zombie Dungeon, I figured that it was filled with the undead.

I suppose it did make sense however, as Hogwarts was no doubt an old castle, and seeing as the Slytherin were in a repurposed dungeon it was safe to assume that people had died here.

But that begged the question, would they be normal zombies or wizard zombies.

That however wasn't important, as I would first need to raise my attributes before I even contemplated going in there. I might be emotionless, but that didn't mean I had a death wish.

Hitting the dummy a few more times, I noticed an obvious problem.

"I won't get anywhere if it's just standing there. Room, I want a training dummy that can fight back."

The wooden dummy melded into the ground as a new dummy that looked more human took its place.

This new dummy was equipped with a long sword and it was eager to use it as it sprinted forward in the blink of an eye.

It slashed at my head and I was just barely able to duck. I tried for a leg sweep, but it countered by jumping and going for a downward strike.

I used the flat of by blade to redirect the slash to the ground next to me, then jump forward, headbutting it.

As it staggered back, I re-entered my fencing stance.

Despite the dangerous situation I was in, I was the same as before.

No, that wasn't entirely true. My heart did beat a tad faster, but it was not out of nervousness.

Back when I was in my old world, I had always wondered what it would be like to be in a real fight using a real rapier rather than those toys that were used in competitions. The fight that I had always longed for was finally hear, a fight to the death, with one clear winner.

My eyes narrowed even as the corner of lips lifted.

"The path to the strongest, is filled with many challenges. Rejoice, I'll give you the pleasure of being one of the stepping stones I leave in my wake. On guard!" I announced as I dashed forward.

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The potions master looked over the Great Hall and frowned when he saw the object of his irritation laughing away without a care in the world.

The strange thing was that his gaze wasn't directed at the Gryffindor table, like most would expect.

His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit as he looked at Charles Bell, a first year Ravenclaw.

Despite the boys well practiced actions, Snape could see what truly laid beneath those eyes. There were times when he would look at the mirror and see the same thing.

The boy might as will be dead with all the emotion contained in those golden orbs. They were eyes that lacked remorse of any kind.

Those sharp yellow irises showed a startling lack of empathy, so much that even Snape had become curious of the boy's origin.