HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 61: You're a pureblood?! ] (Patreon)
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Hogwarts Express:-
[Gained 450 experience.]
Seeing the shocking message, I summoned Hermes to my side curious to what the newborn spirit was up to.
But first I had to deal with the current situation.
Daphne was still staring at me intently waiting for my reaction to her confession.
"Princess, I'm liking you more and more," I said honestly, "You're ambitious, intelligent, and crafty. As I said, we're more alike than you'd think."
She released some of the tension in her shoulders when she saw she hadn't scared me off, "Perhaps, but I still haven't heard of what you want Charles."
"Hmm? What do I want? I wouldn't say no to a few more books-"
"Charles," the small witch hissed threateningly.
"Oh fine, spoilsport," I rolled my eyes before putting on a thinking face, "I suppose it's the same thing. I want the freedom to do what I like without being held back. After the troll incident, I've concluded that life is too precious to waste on unnecessary things, like grades, rules, and authority. I've decided to only focus on things that are fun and interesting."
The blonde looked thoughtful as she digested what I had just said, "Hmm, I suppose our goal truly does align."
"Hmm."
She looked me straight in the eyes, mustering up all her courage to ask the question that had been on her mind for weeks no doubt, "Charles, will you join me?"
Seeing the nervousness in her eyes I patted her head and gave a lighthearted chuckle, "No."
"W-What?" she said looking stunned at my rejection.
"Now, don't get me wrong Princess, I'm sure that joining you would be all loads of fun, but unfortunately there's a problem."
"What is it?"
"You're a pureblood?"
"Huh?" She looked taken aback by my words.
"Sorry, I don't want to sound hypercritical, but I noticed that those raised in the magical world all tend to have a different common sense than what I'm used to. Also no offense but the general education is simply baffling, you would expect those that are starting to learn magic to have already mastered something as simple as simple spelling and grammar, but the number of papers I had to correct is disheartening to say the least," I said in a lamenting tone.
"But-"
"Now don't misunderstand, I've seen that you're different from the rest. You're smart, crafty, and willing to learn, but I can't simply place my faith in just that. You do understand that if I do join you and we get caught it would be a straight-way ticket for Azkaban for me right? It would be pretty difficult to experience freedom from inside a cell. So as much as I want to join you I can't just yet?"
She looked disheartened by my rejection before she perked up, "Wait, did you say 'yet'?"
Smiling benevolently at her I continued, "Well I mean if you were to say prove yourself capable, I might be willing to reconsider my decision."
Seeing the lifeline placed in front of her she pounced on it, "Oh? And hypothetically speaking, what exactly would I have to do to prove myself?"
Seeing that she had taken the bait I allowed myself a moment to check another step off the list, "Then how about…"
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Following the great feast for our return, I followed the rest of my housemates up the Ravenclaw Tower.
"Ough, I'm stuffed," Terry said patting his stomach as he laid down on his bed, "Buuuurb! Excuse me."
The others were in similar states of sluggishness, meaning unpacking would mostly likely be left for tomorrow.
I walked over to the window and opened it, letting in an icy breeze.
"Charles, why did you do that!" Anthony said with a shiver as he dived under his blanket.
Extending a hand, Hermes swooped down from the darkened sky and landed on my finger. 'Did you have a good flight?' I asked it telepathically, as I noticed a pale miniature arm sticking out of his beak.
'Yes, the forest has these tasty humanoid insects,' the spirit said as it swallowed the rest of the fairy.
Petting his head in an affectionate manner I brought him inside, 'Well as long as you had fun.'
"Oh, you got a bird during the holidays," Michael commented offhandedly as he began to get ready for bed.
"Yes, he's named Hermes?" I started presenting him to everyone, the spirit preening under their gazes.
"Cool."
"Nice."
"Whatever."
Hermes hopped on top of my bedpost as I went to my suitcase and retrieved my top hat.
"Oh right, do you guys mind if I decorate the room a bit?" I asked.
"Sure, go for it?" Terry said half asleep.
Anthony, who was taking out his pajamas, gave a shrug, "I have no problem with it, actually I've been meaning to spice the room up."
"Well since the other two already said yes, I guess I have no choice but to agree," Michael chimed in.
Turning my hat downward I began to shake it causing an assortment of objects to spill forth onto the ground.
"Woah!"
"Bloody hell."
"Huh? Oh, what a blimey!"
Giving the hat one last tap, a single red ball fell on top of the small mountain of stuff.
The three unable to hold their curiosity got out of their beds and huddled around the pile.
"How in the bloody hell did you sneak all of this in here," Terry said astonishingly as he picked up a well-worn dartboard.
"I have my ways," I told them mysteriously, "By the way, do you guys know the reparo spell? Most of this stuff is broken but if you help me fix them, I'll let you guys have pick of the litter-"
"Sweet! I call the dartboard!" Terry announced as he began to pick up the darts among the pile.