What the hell was that?! First, there was a flash, then text floated before my eyes. Judging by everything, this is my system, but the question is, what just happened...
I tried to open my eyes and saw a huge world, or rather, the world was normal, but I was tiny. Raising my hand, I realised that I was in the body of a small child... just what I needed. We look around and what do we see? We see a woman's body on the floor, a small room, apparently a nursery, and me lying in a cot. There aren't many options for where I ended up, of course, but I need confirmation. And it didn't take long to get it.
"HAHAHA, that was even easier than I thought," said an old man's voice with a hint of madness, "you've amused me greatly. Now, let's see how my future pet hero is doing.
An old man with a strange cap and a huge white beard leaned over my bed.
"Well, hello there, my boy. I got bored with my last pawns and had to get rid of them, so you'll have to be the new one," he grinned, "I hope you grow up quickly so we can put on a show with the Dark Lord and the boy who lived, HAHAHAHA.
So, Potteriana with Dumbledore, well, it could have been worse. I hope the canon doesn't let us down. What do we have at the moment? Dumbledore has had his fun with Harry's parents and has decided to switch his attention to Harry himself. I'm in the body of a baby, and, judging by the Avadaed forehead, the system has gone on holiday for three years. And lastly, I have at least three wonderful years ahead of me with the Dursleys...
Meanwhile, Dumbigad took out his wand and pointed it at my forehead.
"Excellent! I can sense echoes of Tom's soul, faint but present. However, the ritual has not been tested. Although this is not enough, we must mark our young hero," he said, pressing the wand harder, and I felt excruciating pain, followed by darkness.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the sofa in the living room of some house. Obviously, I was already at the Dursleys', and there they were. Vernon and Petunia entered the room. It wasn't hard to guess that this couple was my "uncle" and "aunt."
"Vernon, this is a nightmare. I always knew that all this magical nonsense would lead to nothing good, and now we have to deal with the boy," she almost growled.
"Petunia, there's always the orphanage.
"No, even though I hated them, the boy will stay with me, and we'll get all this magical nonsense out of him.
What did you expect? Well, let's see how it turns out.
Three years later.
...3
...2...
...1...
...Reboot successful...
...Welcome to the Game God System v1.1...
...Reboot results...
...Attempt to absorb a foreign soul fragment...
...Skill "Soul Eater" created...
...100% of the foreign soul's characteristics (995 in total) have been absorbed...
...Not enough mana to restore your own soul...
...995 attribute points distributed to Wisdom...
...Soul successfully restored...
So, the three most boring years of my life are over, and now, hopefully, things will be more fun. As it turned out, the life of a small child is incredibly boring: you sleep most of the day, eat sometimes, and your body doesn't listen to you. But thanks to my memories, I was able to overcome these problems in a couple of years. I learned to move and speak normally, although it took a lot of effort. Of course, I was lucky that I knew English from school, so I had no problems understanding what was going on around me. But I had to work hard on my body, teaching it to move the way I wanted it to.
...Greetings, user...
"And don't get sick."
...The system is being configured, this will take a few minutes...
...How can I address the user?
That's a good question. It came up for me right at the beginning of my life here, and the problem wasn't even choosing between an old name and a new one, but the fact that I couldn't remember my old name no matter how hard I tried. The same was true of the names of my parents, friends and acquaintances. I remembered everything about every person I knew, except their names. The strange thing was that it didn't bother me much, which is probably what Shiro was talking about. I'm not going to get clever with nicknames, so there's only one option left.
"Call me Harry."
...Accepted. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Harry...
"Oh, let's not do that. Just Harry, and let's drop the formalities."
...Accepted. Harry, would you like to familiarise yourself with my features?
"Sure. And tell me, do you have a name?"
...I don't have a name. If the user wants one, they can choose it themselves...
"Really? Well, I'll call you Jarvis."
...Accepted. Let's get back to the features. Here is a list of available functions...
"Characteristics"
"Abilities"
"Inventory"
"Shop"
"Map-
"Quests"
"Group Menu"
...Voice or mental control works...
"Features"
Name: Harry Potter
Race: Human.
Gender: Male
Class: Wizard
Age: 4
Life: 28
Mana: 20,000
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 5
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 1000
Luck: 65
Achievements and titles:
Reborn ( +50% to level-up speed )
Mage (mana x4, magic attack x2)
Last of His Line (+10 luck, +20% all defences)
Dark Lord Slayer (+10% to all types of attack and defence, luck and health)
David (+50% to all damage and defence if the enemy's level is more than twice as high)
The Chosen One (+10% chance of getting into trouble, +20% luck)
Soul Eater (Grants the "Soul Eater" skill)
God of Games' Mistake (+40 luck)
Great Sage (You live by magic)
What can I say about the stats? Voldi was incredibly strong, as the total amount of his stats invested in Wisdom made me almost a god of magic. Well, almost. Basically, I now have a huge mana pool, but no matter what spell I cast, I do almost no damage.
Regarding titles and achievements. Everything is clear with the reborn and the mage, but the Last of the Line is probably because I am the last Potter, although considering information from other fanfics, I may not be the only Potter. The Dark Lord's Assassin and David gave me a title for killing Voldemort, although it's not entirely clear who did it: the system or the ritual that Dumbledore talked about. I received the title of Chosen One thanks to an old jerk... a wise man obsessed with lemon slices. But the most interesting thing is the soul eater. Apparently, I got this thing thanks to the system and its manipulation of a fragment of Voldemort's soul that ended up inside me. A mistake by the god of games, apparently one of his attempts to apologise for what this poorly performing god had done. I really wanted to continue studying, but it was already night and I didn't have the strength to do so, so I closed my eyes and passed out.
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