HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 98: Strange how?! ] (Patreon)
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"You shouldn't let rumors bring you down."
Shaking my head, I continued, "I don't. It's just that maybe they're right. I never knew my parents; all the orphanage told me was that I was found abandoned as a baby by a passing police officer at a nearby park." This was false by the way, not that anyone would know, as I had spent a meticulous amount of time and resources creating my made-up origin story.
Any evidence that would contradict it had been either erased or modified to the point where the fake looked more real than the truth.
"Any aspirations I had of meeting them and being a happy family died right there, after all they chose to abandon me so callously. I never allowed myself to wonder about them after that. It wasn't until I received my Hogwarts letter that I was forced to start thinking about them again. Could one of them have been a wizard? Could they have had some reason for leaving me? How would I feel about them if I knew the whole truth? I know it was stupid but a part of me wanted to believe."
I let my eyes water as I used the back of my hand to wipe unshed tears. The small professor bought the act as he placed a comforting hand on me. "When I arrived at Hogwarts, I was so busy with everything that I momentarily forgot about them. It wasn't until recently when I began to notice strange things happening to me, that I started wondering about them again."
"Strange how?" Flitwick asked in a concerned voice.
Sniffling I looked down at my hands, "I noticed it a few weeks ago, but didn't want to bring it up in case it was nothing. Lately I felt like I'm starting to become someone else. There are times when I sense myself getting overly competitive, especially during Quidditch as if something is pushing me to be the best. I've also felt myself get a sudden burst of strength and speed when I push myself, almost like my body is adapting."
I spared him a quick side look to judge his reaction before looking down and taking a deep breath, "I-I scraped my knee last week, during my morning run but when I went to clean it, I-I found that it had already healed itself.
Even I know that's not normal! Worse, today I woke up to find myself levitating a foot off my bed! It was only thanks to the fact that everyone else was asleep that I wasn't caught. What next, am I suddenly going to grow scales and start breathing fire?"
"I certainly hope not, I think Madam Pince might have an issue with that," Flitwick said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood and failing miserably.
I gave him a forced smile, "It's just that for the longest time, I was certain I knew who I was, but now I'm not so sure."
"(Sigh.) I can understand it's not easy," the charms professor started, "to suddenly feel like something you thought was true to suddenly be thrown into question. But you need to keep one thing in mind, we become the people we are through the choices we make, not by the blood in our veins. We cannot change our heritage, but we can change how we act on it."
"I suppose you're right, Professor. Still I wish I knew what I was, if only to put it behind me," I said hopingly.
Flitwick hummed in thought, "If you're really that curious, there is an ancestry test that you may take at the Ministry. We can go together when I go to submit your dueling application."
I gave him a shocked look before a grateful smile graced my lips, "Thank you Professor."
"No, need. It's my pleasure to help my students."
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Daphne:-
"Your turn Daphne," Pansy said after using her bishop to capture the blonde's rook.
Daphne glanced at the chess board, having gotten lost in thought. It only took a second for her to assess her options and choose the one that would secure her the victory.
"Queen to B4. I believe that's checkmate," the blonde witch declared offhandedly.
Pansy looked shocked before seeing that what she said was true.
Yet despite the victory Daphne felt nothing as she went back to thinking about her latest problem.
Ever since she had gotten the Sword of Gryffindor from Charles she had been in a constant state of anxiety and paranoia.
Thinking back on it, she was almost positive that this was another one of his tests, probably as a way to see how she handled pressure.
Oh sure, the sword was without a doubt a great bargaining chip, but it would be meaningless if she didn't know how to use it. She was smart enough to know that presenting it to her family wouldn't guarantee her a proper position in the family business. At most she would receive praise and some early estate before her father felt like passing on the title to her, but nothing more. Worse it would also lead to them finding out about Charles, who she wanted to work under her, not her family.
She also couldn't outright sell it on the black-market without it ultimately being traced back to her. The selling of a national treasure was not exactly looked at favorably by the Ministry.
Her best bet would be to use the sword to enter some sort of agreement with the goblins. Rumor has it that they've been after the sword ever since it was first made.
The problem was how to make it so they wouldn't double-cross her. It would be easy for them to play ignorant once they had the sword seeing as she couldn't go to the authorities for help.
She was sure there had to be a right answer, even if she couldn't see it.