HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 33: Create 3 Undead!] (Patreon)

At least her skin wasn't peeling off like in those horror movies and she was able to maintain her body perfectly. And there was also this human warmth to her skin, most probably because the magic was trying to keep her as human as possible.

"Hmm. A mindless slave. You can be useful too I guess." Henry murmured before waving his hand, putting her into his inventory. She wasn't alive so there wasn't any rule stopping him from stashing her into his vast limitless inventory. He surely wasn't going to let her stay in his room. If the other people saw her then some uncomfortable questions would be asked.

He heard Isis' voice announcing his new quest.

[QUEST:

– Create 10 Undead.

REWARD:

– 1000 XP ]

Well, he had few bodies remaining in his inventory. This quest was easy.

-----------

At the time for dinner, Henry stepped into the kitchen.

There was a long table in the centre where everyone was sitting. His counterpart, Harry Potter, was sitting with his friends. The same friends who had accompanied him in the ministry for the fight. Though the blonde-haired girl and Neville were absent.

There were adults present there too. Tonks, Sirius, Remus, a ginger haired plump woman and a kind looking middle aged man discreetly eyed him.

"Come on, Henry. Sit on that chair. It's not taken." Sirius said with forced joviality, pointing to a chair beside Hermione's. Henry shrugged and plopped down beside Hermione.

"Hi. You really did change your hair and eyes to silver. We thought Sirius was joking." Hermione smiled nervously. Tonks grinned from across the table and changed her own hair and eyes to silver.

"Nice choice. Though I like my pink." Tonks chuckled before turning back to her usual form.

"Hi." Henry mumbled back. He noticed that all the other conversations had stopped. Everyone was paying attention to their conversation.

"It is so amazing that there are parallel worlds similar to ours. I still can't believe that you really are Harry Potter from another world." Hermione babbled excitedly.

A nostalgic smile graced Henry's lips, remembering the other Hermione from his world.

"Yeah. You remind me of my version of Hermione. It has been just two months since we started Hogwarts together, but she is already a good friend of mine." Henry said wistfully.

"Oh! Does she look exactly like me or do we differ in appearance? I can't be sure and how did you become friends with her? Also, is Hermione of yours number 1 in every class like me? And-"

"Hermione, breathe." Ron smiled patiently. "Let the bloke answer your questions one at a time."

"Yes, she looks exactly like you. I mean since you are older, you obviously are way prettier than your preteen counterpart. But I am sure that your own preteen appearance would have been the same as hers. As for how I became friends with her, I helped her in finding my friend's toad on the train. I am sure you know him, Neville Longbottom." Henry answered, skipping her last question, he knew how competitive she could be and he didn't want to deal with that right now.

Hermione blushed at his compliment while Ginny and Tonks giggled at her embarrassed reaction.

"Yes, he is a friend of ours." Harry replied who was sitting between Tonks and Ron. The two teenage boys were sending amused smirks at Hermione who in return was glaring at them.

"Though I am a bit surprised that Ron is your best friend." Henry remarked curiously.

"What? Are you saying that your version of Ron isn't your best friend?" Ron asked with a frown.

Henry shook his head.

"Yes, he is barely an acquaintance. My best friends are Neville, Tracey and Daphne." Henry informed them though he didn't mention Iris who was his best-est friend. He just didn't want to discuss her with them. The thoughts of her always left him in a mournful mood.

"Who are Tracey and Daphne? I don't even know them." Harry said, looking at Ron who too shook his head.

"Really? You both are idiots. Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass are in the same year as us. They are our Slytherin classmates. How can you not know them when we have been sharing classes with them for years?" Hermione rolled her eyes at the two boys.

"You are friends with Slytherins?" Both Harry and Ron asked simultaneously, looking dumbstruck.

"Yep. What's the problem with that? They are my childhood friends." Henry said defensively.

"Oh, no, it's no problem. We are just shocked. We never imagined that Gryffindors could be friends with Slytherins." Ron chuckled together with Harry.

Henry shot them a strange look. They both were stupid dorks, no surprise that they were each other's best friends.

"Don't mind them. They are Quidditch fanatics. The idea of Gryffindors being cordial with Slytherins is too strange for them. They sometimes forget that there is a world outside Quidditch." Hermione complained in an exasperated voice.

"You like Quidditch?" Henry questioned his counterpart.

"You don't like Quidditch?" Harry gave him a horrified look. "Ron, we need to get this kid on a broom. He is missing out on something amazing."

"Definitely." Ron agreed. Before Henry could protest a single cute sound interrupted their discussion.

"Mew."

All the occupants of the room stared as a tiny white fluffy kitty ran around the table before jumping into Henry's lap.

"Hello, Aura. Had a nice sleep?" Henry smiled, scratching behind her ear.

"Mew!" Aura purred in affirmation before glaring at the other people in the kitchen. She growled in a threatening manner. Though it sounded far more adorable than a growl should.

"It's fine, Aura. They won't hurt us." Henry reassured his cat, patting her affectionately.

"Whoa! You have a cat and such a cute one." The girls gathered around him, bathing Aura in their attention who in turn immensely enjoyed the pattings and scratchings.