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Chapter 113: Chapter 110

"Okay Harry focus, focus, focus!" he muttered and tried to remember all he knew about wards.

Wards needed to be anchored. This one was centered over the mirror. Harry quickly started looking around the mirror, trying to find the wardstone just like the one he'd found at the Dursleys, until he saw runes on the mirror's back glowing blue.

The mirror was the wardstone. Elated at making at least some progress, Harry started looking around trying to find anything that could stop the ward, trying frantically to anyhow save his friend.

Quickly pulling out Gandiva, he shot an explosive arrow at it. It vaporized to nothingness before even touching the mirror.

Suddenly, he stilled, remembering the ward's description.

. . . A magic draining ward spell capable of growing, sucking any magic it touches . . .

And he knew what to do.

Harry walked to the front of the mirror and hesitated. Ron had once told him about how one of his uncles died of a small magical overdose. And his Runic Burnout description said it started causing damage it HP after his MP was filled. This would kill him. He knew it.

His head snapped back towards the door when Hermione's screams stopped completely.

She had screamed her throat dry and was curled up, tears streaming from her eyes as the ward continued leeching on her magic.

'So many plans I had.' he thought with a sigh, 'To be fair, dying trying to save a friend isn't exactly the worst end possible,' he thought as he placed his hand on the mirror and pushed a few points worth of mana into the ward.

Then, steeling himself, he tugged!

Ping!

Runic Burnout Lv-5 (44%)

A precise sucking of magic from a ward by using it to refill one's own core. It starts causing damage to HP when magic continues to be sucked after the MP is full. common way to get around it is to use up mana as fast as it comes in.

100 MP absorbed takes down 1 HP

Do you wish to use it on: Exhaure Ward?

YES/NO

Harry pressed yes. With an audible snap, the ward disconnected from Hermione and started growing smaller.

Harry could feel the mana from the ward pouring into his body as his reserves filled themselves and a red window popped up flashing in his vision.

Extreme mana overdose risk. Risking potential fatality. Recommend abort!

Harry ignored it and kept pulling, his spirits heightening as he saw Hermione sit up and look around. Her eyes widened and she struggled to get onto her feet.

"Stay where you are Hermione. Don't move. This ward just tried to suck up all your magic. You need rest. Let me handle this."

"Harry…what are you doing?" she almost seemed too scared to ask.

"I'm breaking it. Absorbing it. Destroying it. Sucking back the magic from it. Call it whatever…" He replied as he pulled up his HP.

HP: 85/600 (+10 HP per second)

"How are you even doing that!? And you can't absorb this much magic at once! It would kill you!" she screamed, her throat entirely too hoarse.

"Probably," he said, "But this ward sucks on magic and grows, so the moment I try to cross its borders it'll start sucking my magic and grow. I have to end it here. From the inside."

The ward was nearing the mirror now, growing smaller and smaller. Nearing the end. There wasn't much more time left, Harry thought.

"Harry I'm sure Dumbledore is coming. Let him handle it. Don't do this please."

"I'm sorry."

His eyes had started glowing gold as colors of all kind flooded his vision and replaced the objects that he saw in the room. He could see the golden brown of the bricks of Hogwarts around him, the violet of the mirror and a shivering soft blue silhouette where Hermione was. He could see her struggling to get up and fall down, her legs too shaky to support her.

"Hermione."

"Yes Harry," her voice shook terribly.

"I think I'm seeing magic."

"What…what does it look like?" She seemed to have given up, her blue silhouette lay unmoving near the end of the door as she kept talking to him in between sobs.

"Beautiful. A bit too bright. But beautiful."

There were a few more moments of silence, where only Hermione's sobs wrecked through the chamber. Harry was struck by the parallel of tonight's events with the time with John the werewolf had died in that forest all those months ago.

"Hermione"

"Yes Harry"

"I'm glad we became friends."

"Me too," Harry heard before his world exploded in a white light and his heart let out a small flutter of heartbeats, and then stopped.

"Did he just-"

"Yes."

"But-"

"Yes."

"We have to do something," The man, the one that had given Harry his powers on a day that now felt a millennia ago, said with his features awash with light from the floating screen he was staring at with shock evident on his face. The screen was playing out the events of the chamber of the final trap.

"Indeed," said the woman resolutely to him as she turned to the screen and pointed her wand at it.

In the bright, vision-obscuring light that had filled the last chamber, the Mirror of Erised shattered.

The complex switching spell that Dumbledore had set up lost its intention detecting artifact, nullifying one of its requirements.

It activated and started scanning for its remaining requirement, the purest magical core without dark magic. Coming upon Harry's overflowing magical core, the spell activated and the philosopher's stone was switched to the possession of the purest magical core in the room, dropping into Harry's bleeding hand.

It slowly dissolved and entered Harry's bloodstream, the high concentration of magic in the atmosphere and in Harry's blood causing it to bond with his very DNA.

Harry's heart gave a giant heave and started beating again.

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Chapter 114: Chapter 111

Albus Dumbledore wasn't enjoying himself.

He was stuck in the seats of Wizengamot for another session that involved nothing but the most trivial of matters, like the latest issue that was brought to table, passing a law preventing the goblins from buying up all the quality tea leaves and making it difficult for the everyday witch and wizard to find and buy good tea.

A particularly annoying voice drifted into his ears. "…goblins don't even drink tea. They cannot. It would mess their insides up and give them a sick stomach…"

Glancing at the right side of the chamber, he caught sight of the wrinkled smile on the face of Lord Mulciber. He was starting to get a pretty good feel of what the law was really all about.

Resisting the temptation to transfigure the so-called 'expert on goblin societal behavior' into a gerbil, Albus quickly sifted through the proposed law and looked through the points it proposed before underlining the real hidden key.

…aforementioned. The culminating solution to the entire gargantuan issue of goblin nation buying up tea they don't even use is to prevent shops from selling to them. Thus the…

And that was the heart of the matter, Albus thought.

Albus knew that goblins were some of the highest consumers of tea in the entire wizarding market.

While the expert was right about them not being able to drink it, most goblins did process and use the odor of tea as a stimulant to keep functioning in their fifteen hour working days.

Albus had never quite understood how that worked.

But that meant that the biggest buyer of tea in all of Magical Britain was the Gringotts bank, buying tea in bulk for its employees.

Albus also knew that international tea trade was one of the biggest sources of taxes for the ministry. By prohibiting goblins from buying tea, the International Magical Tea Industry would lose its biggest buyer in Magical Britain. This would cause them to pull out a lot of their resources from Britain, making shops close down and hundreds of jobs in the tea industry disappear.

And most importantly, the ministry would stop getting most of the import taxes on tea.

And then, Albus deduced, Lord Mulciber would call a meeting and call for a vote to reallocate all the tax money going into the Muggleborn Scholarship to other departments. Scared by the dropping market and the threat of a collapsing ministry due to lack of money, Wizengamot would vote to abolish the scholarship.

And Mulciber would get his wish, not giving a rat's arse about how many lives he destroyed in the way.

Albus sighed, struck with a sudden bout of sorrow as he realized that this was what the wizarding elite had become, taking whatever served their interest uncaring for how many got hurt along the way.

He took a resolute breath, pushing away those thoughts.

As long as he was alive, he'd keep fighting against that. Mulciber's plan was good. But he was Albus Dumbledore. He didn't just dabble in this game, he lived in it.

He caught the eye of Elphias Doge and gave him a subtle hand sign, signaling that he recommended a NO vote on this bill. Elphias whispered the message to his nearest seated member and the message spread across the entire light side members of the Wizengamot.

Seeing that, Albus interrupted the expert, "That's enough Miss Burgundy. The chair would like to thank you for your statement." the woman bowed low and was escorted out of the chamber by the clerk.

"It is now time to call for a vote. Those who wish to vote for the bill, raise your hand" a lot of the traditionalists raised their hands. Some traditionalists and most neutrals didn't. They had clearly been left out of the loop on the unnecessarily convoluted plan Mulciber had cooked up.

'Those who wish to vote against, raise your hand.' The bill was shot down by majority vote, and the wizarding world was safe again.

At least until the next meeting.

"The bill is voted down and taken off the table. This meeting of this august body is now adjourned." Albus slammed the gavel and the meeting was over.

He stood from his seat and headed to the attached loo in his office. He wanted to get some good food in a proper Italian restaurant before heading back to Hogwarts, and didn't want to have to relieve himself in the common toilet.

Entering the toilet, he hiked up his robes and let it flow, observing with a small smile that his bladder functions were as healthy as ever.

Of course, the universe could never be not messing up Albus Dumbledore's day. Just as he was washing his hands, a bright doe patronus barreled in through the loo door and started speaking in Snape's voice.


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