Kapitel 14: Chapter 11

"Exshcuse me mish. My uncle just went into the floo and he shaid that I could come on my own if I wis-wished cos I am a grown up now. Bu-but I forgot what to say when I'm in the fire. "

In normal situations, a usual 11 years old might not have succeeded in this amateurish deception, but Harry's small stature worked in his favor. The lady seemed to almost melt over his glasses and wide green eyes as she cooed over him as she asked "Aww. Do you remember your Uncle's name little man?"

"De-Ded-Dudlush Diggul." Harry said, adding a stutter for effect. At the moment, he was frankly surprised at his own acting skills.

"Dedalus, he did mention his nephew was coming over." The woman muttered as she checked the paper she was holding for the name.

"Charing Cross little man, think you can remember that?" she asked, and Harry nodded. "Yes? Good. Now go stand in the line and go through when your turn comes. Got that? Now scoot!" She said with a smile.

Harry walked towards the end of the line and tried not to feel bad about lying to the nice lady. He didn't quite succeed.

Ping!

Skill leveled up!

Lying, Lv-2 (30%)

This is your ability to lie to people, the higher the level the better the lie and less chance of discovery!

10% chance of success, less based on how extreme the lie is.

He was getting better at lying and he didn't know how to feel about it. On one hand, he was improving a skill, and on the other hand, he was improving lying. Deciding to look on the bright side, Harry waved away the screen and started reading the various signs all around the room.

Much to his surprise…

Ping! Ping!

Language: Modern English, Lv-7 (40%)

You have poor English reading skills, you can talk it, but can't walk it. Your reading is now better, grade level-6

-35% in understanding what you read.

He frowned. That was quite odd. Why did he level up so quickly when all he did was read a few signs? Perhaps there was some kind of magic involved. Or perhaps his own Game was more forgiving in a location filled with wizards. Harry sighed. It could be just random luck for all he knew. Deciding to not look a gift horse in the mouth, he fell into line and waited.

His turn came soon, and Harry, more nervous than he expected, stepped into the flickering green flames and squeezing his eyes shut, yelled his destination loudly. The flames flared up around him, and the last thing he knew before the tickling fire whooshed him away was the amused snickers of the people in line behind him. He passed through an ethereal black space with many green specks of light whizzing by him as he headed towards one particular spot of light that grew and grew and grew until it enveloped his entire world.

With a loud bang, he shot out of a fireplace and landed face first on the floor.

He quickly picked himself up, tried smoothening his hair and looked around, trying to spot Diggle. Soon enough, he spotted him on the opposite side of the road in a shop, browsing through the shelves. Ducking by the other patrons in this new shop he found himself in, he went out into Charing Cross road and sat down on the steps of a nearby shop that was closed, waiting for Diggle to come out.

It didn't take him long to get bored of staring at Diggle. To amuse himself, he started playing with his inventory. He didn't have much money, just 50£, but he had plans to fix that. The money would help him move about and come to London more, and that in turn would lead to more skills and powers revealing themselves and making him more powerful. Perhaps he could find some quests would allow him to get some cash or something if that was even possible.

Just then the stone Harry had been fiddling with fell from his hands. But before it could clatter onto the ground, the inventory that he had left open underneath caught it.

Harry paused and considered the implications. This could be incredibly useful. If his inventory could catch stones without him having to individually put them in, then maybe it could capture something more…dangerous. Maybe even bullets.

His inventory box could possibly be the most powerful tool in his arsenal. Harry was curious about his powers, out of all which his inventory stumped him the most. What exactly happened to the stuff he put in there? Where did it go? He definitely needed to know.

So Harry took out a loaf of bread that he had stashed in his in the inventory two days ago. Much to his surprise, it was just as fresh as it was the day he put it in there. That meant that the inventory box was a type of stasis field. Anything in it was frozen in time, something that could be very very useful.