HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 32: Bellatrix Lestrange!] (Patreon)

"Okay. I guess that's the best I can ask for. If you ever need to talk, please come to me. Even if you are not my Harry, you still are Harry and that's enough for me to help you in any way I can." Sirius smiled softly, standing up and pushing the chair back under the study table. His eyes hid so many conflicting emotions as he stared at an alternate version of his godson.

"I will, Padfoot. I will." Henry said with a small smile.

"Dinner is at 8." Sirius closed the door behind him saying that.

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Henry stood and looked on curiously at his experiment.

[Name: Bellatrix Lestrange

Race: Undead

Class: Mage

Lvl: 40

HP: 2000

MP: 4000

Affection: 0

Obedience: 100

Thoughts: Nothing ]

He had finally decided to make use of the corpses. He activated the [Create Undead] skill and chose the strongest dead body for the experimentation.

Bellatrix Lestrange. One could say anything about her, but her strength and skills were never in question. She was level 80 before her death. That was a high, very high level.

Logically, she shouldn't have died from his single [Death Arrow] since it would only deal 1500 HPs damage while her full health was 4000 HPs. 

But does it really matter whether someone is weak or strong when an arrow pierces their heart? No, it doesn't.

Unlike him, everyone else didn't have the luxury of [Gamer's Body]. They couldn't survive with an arrow piercing their heart. They would die no matter the amount of their HPs remaining.

That's why even though Bellatrix was level 80, she didn't survive. Because in the end, she was just a human. And humans don't survive with a bursted heart. But she wasn't human now. Not anymore. She was an undead. A missing heart won't stop her from now on.

She would crawl when she wouldn't have legs, she would bite when she wouldn't have hands. She would keep on going until her HPs hit 0. She would do everything in her power to follow his orders.

She was currently standing in front of him. Henry had used [Repair] on her and restored her body before making her an undead. Standing across from him, she didn't look dead at the first glance.

Her wild black hair was falling behind her in waves. Her slender hourglass figure didn't have a single scratch on her. Her fancy black dress was clean and devoid of any blood or dust. But her once vibrant purple eyes were glassy.

And her skin was also very pale. Though she might still pass as a normal witch.

Let's test some things.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." She answered in a monotonous voice.

"Who do you follow?"

"My master." She replied in the same tone.

"Who is your master?"

"You."

"Will you do anything for me?"

"Yes."

"Will you die for me?" Henry asked curiously, stepping forward and pointing his wand at her chest. Usually he wouldn't bother with a wand, but his measly number of MPs had forced him to pick back his wand from his Inventory. He would happily take the discounted amount of MPs for his spells by holding onto his wand.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" he asked again, standing closer to her. They were just a step away from each other. Henry had to slightly look up since she was obviously taller than him. His wand bumped into her accidently.

"Yes."

"Then stay still." Henry ordered coldly, pressing his wand into her soft squishy chest, just where her heart should be.

Bellatrix followed his order and didn't move. Henry stared at her emotionless purple eyes. He confessed silently that she was a beautiful woman. A beautiful bitch, but beautiful nonetheless. Not as pretty as his mother though. He doubted anyone would ever be.

"Ray of Darkness!" Henry mumbled.

There was no jet of light since his wand was pressed into her breast. It was a point blank shot. But a second later, Bellatrix stiffened and then she crumbled on the floor, dead again.

There was no physical injury on her body, but an [Observe] later, he confirmed her death. Her HP was 0.

His new skill [Ray of Darkness] reminded him of the infamous Killing Curse which didn't leave a mark behind on the victim's body though he knew they both worked on different principles.

He was confident that this skill was far stronger than the Killing Curse. And he was also sure that his undead would survive Killing Curses with barely a scratch since the AK worked by forcefully removing the soul of the victim from its body.

But what would happen if there wasn't a soul in a body to begin with? Simple, nothing would happen. The AK would just be a merry flash of green lights and nothing else.

'What is dead may never die.' Henry pondered amusedly while looking at his first undead who was sprawled on the floor.

"Arise," he whispered, pointing his wand at the dead body of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her eyes snapped open and she stood straight, waiting for his orders.

"Act normal like a human." Henry ordered. If she could act like a normal living being then Henry would have a shortcut to empower himself. He could spread his undeads as spies in every faction and would have intelligence on everything.

An eager smile brightened his face.

Bellatrix remained still, just looking blankly at him, not understanding his order.

"So you are just a mindless slave, huh. Do you feel pain?" Henry questioned her, pushing his wand violently on her cheek. Well, he wasn't going to get lucky every time. It seems his plan to plant his undeads as spies won't work.

"No." she answered obediently.

"No?" Henry tilted his head in thought before backhanding her across the face. Bellatrix remained unresponsive, not a single sign of anger in her expression. She really was just a soulless husk acting like a human.