It was with great reluctance that Harry stepped into the final chamber of the dungeon.
The air was thick and foul, stinking of rot and something worse—something ancient. Stone walls arched high above him, and glowing fungus pulsed along the cracks in the ceiling. And there, in the center of the chamber, it waited.
The monster was enormous.
[Lord of the Rat – Level: 12]
[Title: Dungeon Sovereign]
[HP: ?]
[Status: Enraged]
It was the size of a horse, its matted fur slick with blood and filth. Jagged bone armor clung to its back like crude plating, and its red eyes glowed with unnatural fury.
The moment it saw him, it snarled—a sound like grinding metal—and bared its yellowed fangs.
It had already known. It knew Harry had slain its kin.
Then it charged.
Harry dove aside just in time as the rat's claws slashed through the stone floor, leaving deep gouges. It wasn't as fast as the Commander Rat—but its sheer size and power more than made up for it. The first glancing hit rattled Harry's ribs and sent him stumbling.
[HP: 91 / 140]
[Status: Bleeding – Minor]
[Effect: -2 HP/sec for 10 sec]
It reared up and unleashed a shriek that made Harry's ears ring—then exhaled a thick cloud of greenish mist.
[Skill Detected: Poison Breath]
[Status Effect: Poisoned]
[HP Regen halted for 30 seconds]
[Vision slightly impaired]
Harry coughed, vision blurred, swinging blindly as he retreated. The fight quickly became a game of survival. Strike, dodge, run. Circle. Repeat. The iron sword in his hand grew heavier with every swing. His arms ached. His legs burned.
He even considered retreating—but when he turned to flee, the path was gone.
[Escape Route Sealed – Rusted Iron Bars Detected]
[Objective: Defeat Dungeon Boss to unlock exit]
His heart sank.
There was no going back.
The rat lord lunged again, and Harry barely rolled aside. His arm was slashed, his side bruised, his shirt torn and soaked in blood. His health bar was dangerously low.
Panting, he yanked out the last healing potion and downed it.
[Healing Potion Used]
[HP Restored: 90]
[HP: 121 / 140]
Then he gripped the sword tighter and screamed as he charged forward.
The battle was chaos. Sparks flew from steel and claw. The rat shrieked, its massive body now covered in deep gashes. Blood sprayed across the stone floor. Harry's blade flashed in the torchlight, cutting low and high, dodging teeth, spinning past claws.
Finally, with one last upward strike—he drove the blade under the rat's jaw and into its skull.
The beast trembled.
Then collapsed.
[Dungeon Boss Defeated: Lord of the Rat]
[500 XP]
[Loot Unlocked]
[Level Up! Level 4]
[Level Up! Level 5]
[10 Stat Points Earned]
Harry dropped to his knees, breath ragged, hands shaking.
[Loot Acquired]
– [£100]
– [Healing Potions x2]
– [Stamina Elixir x1]
– [Full Body Armor – Iron Grade]
– [Silver Key x1]
– [Scroll of Wind Step x1]
– [Scroll of Poison Attack x1]
– [Galleons x50]
– [Sickles x21]
[Exit Unlocked – Path Cleared]
With blood-slicked hands, Harry whispered,
"Status."
And the screen appeared:
[Name: Harry James Potter]
[Level: 5]
[EXP: 25 / 250]
[Class: ?]
[Title: The Boy Who Lived]
[HP: 121 / 140]
[MP: 110 / 110]
[Stamina: 70 / 100]
[Strength: 10]
[Dexterity: 13]
[Intelligence: 12]
[Wisdom: 11]
[Endurance: 11]
[Luck: 16]
[Charisma: 8]
[Available Stat Points: 15]
[Skills]
– [Observe Lv. 2]
– [Cooking Lv. 5]
– [Gardening Lv. 6]
– [Martial Arts Lv. 8]
– [Hand-to-Hand Combat Lv. 4]
– [Blunt Weapon Mastery Lv. 5]
– [Sword Mastery Lv. 3]
[Passive]
– [Gamer's Mind – MAX]
– [Gamer's Body – MAX]
[Inventory Slots Used: 21 / 100]
– [Iron Sword (Equipped)]
– [Full Body Armor – Iron Grade]
– [Healing Potions x2]
– [Stamina Elixir x1]
– [Silver Key x1]
– [Scrolls (x2)]
– [Currency: 410 / Galleons: 62 / Sickles: 21]
Harry stared at the screen.
He had survived.
In the far corner of the chamber where the Rat Lord had fallen, Harry spotted a locked trunk—one he hadn't noticed during the fight. Its iron frame shimmered faintly with the same markings as the silver key he had looted.
He stepped forward and inserted the key.
It clicked smoothly.
[Silver Chest Unlocked]
[Loot Acquired]
– [Galleons x90]
– [Sickles x120]
– [Scroll of Fireball x1]
– [Scroll of Water Shield x1]
Harry's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the glowing scrolls and the neatly stacked piles of strange magical coins.
He hadn't expected much when he first accepted the quest—just a hundred pounds and some XP. Instead, he had made a fortune.
[Quest Complete: Monster Rats on the Loose]
[Total Currency Acquired: £305]
– [Looted: £205]
– [Quest Reward: £100]
[Current Funds]
– [£510]
– [Galleons: 152]
– [Sickles: 141]
He stored everything safely into his [Inventory, sealing away the coin pouches and scrolls in a single gesture. With one final glance around the dungeon chamber, Harry made his way back up the now-open path.
The cuts and bruises from the brutal fight were gone—healed completely when he leveled up. But his clothes hadn't recovered. His shirt was torn along the sleeves, stained with blood and dust. His trousers were ripped at the knees, and the soles of his shoes were worn thin from running and battle.
He didn't mind.
Because for once, he could do something about it.
People stared as he walked through the streets of Little Whinging, heads turning to glance at the boy in shredded clothes and dirt-smudged cheeks. Some whispered. Others avoided eye contact.
Harry ignored them all.
He walked straight into a local clothing store and took his time. For the first time in his life, he wasn't wearing someone else's hand-me-downs. He picked out three sets of brand-new trousers and t-shirts, along with undergarments, socks, and two pairs of shoes—one for daily use and another for rougher work.
He added a new jacket and a few groceries to the pile—tinned food, bread, fruit, and bottled water. The shop assistant gave him a look, but Harry simply handed over the cash.
[£100 removed from Inventory]
[Items Acquired: Clothing Set x3, Shoes x2, Undergarments x6, Socks x6, Jacket x1, Food Supplies x12]
[Inventory Slots Used: 34 / 120]
[Remaining Balance: £410]
He stepped outside with bags in both hands—then smiled quietly to himself.
Not because he'd defeated a dungeon boss. Not because he'd gained levels or rare loot.
But because this was the first time in his life that everything he wore, everything he owned… was his. New. Clean. Chosen by him. Paid for by him.
And for the first time ever, he felt something close to proud.
Ever since he unlocked the Gamer ability, one question had quietly troubled Harry—his class.
It stared at him every time he opened his status screen, a single glaring placeholder where everyone else had something clear. While others had labels—[Human, [Wizard, [Squib]—Harry's class field had always read:
[Class: ?]
He had observed dozens of people now. Most were marked as [Human, and he understood that. Even if the rest of the world didn't have blue screens and skill trees, their classifications made sense.
So why didn't his?
He had met four distinct classes so far.
[Human]—normal people.
[Squib]—Mrs. Figg, even though he don't know what that is.
[Wizard]—like Teozad Umbra, the nicromancer with a staff and velvet robes.
And now, most surprisingly—[Werewolf].
That one had shaken him.
Miss Holloway, the gentle, soft-spoken woman who taught maths, was listed as:
[Lillian Holloway ]
[Level: 14]
[Class: Werewolf ]
[Title: Moondancer]
[Reputation: Friendly]
She was kind, always patient, and never raised her voice. The students loved her. She smelled like chalk and tea, and she once let Harry stay behind during lunch so he could finish a worksheet in peace.
He had stared at her status window for minutes, unsure how to feel.
All the stories he'd read painted werewolves as monsters—villainous creatures who stalked villages and tore people apart under the full moon. But Miss Holloway was... kind. She was nothing like the beasts in books.
"Maybe those stories were wrong," Harry thought quietly.
He sat with the thought for a long while.
Then he opened his status window again, staring at the empty field.
[Class: ?]
[MP: 110 / 110]
MP. He had always assumed it meant Major Points. Now he is very sure that it means Magic Points.
That alone said something.
He thought hard—examining every bit of knowledge, every event, every strange thing about him. His ability to teleport during danger. The way his hair grow back overnight. No one else seemed to notice any of it.
It wasn't normal.
He wasn't normal.
"I'm a wizard," Harry whispered, finally saying it aloud.
The moment the words left his mouth, a soft ding echoed in his ears.
A new notification blinked in front of his eyes.
[Critical Thinking Detected – Logic Chain Completed]
[Intelligence 1]
[Wisdom 1]
His status screen flickered—and the question mark vanished.
[Class: Wizard]
Harry stared at it for a long moment. Then, slowly, he smiled.
He wasn't guessing anymore.
He knew.
Harry stood in the center of the familiar clearing, surrounded by trees and silence. This place had become his sanctuary—a training ground, a proving ground. Only this time, he wasn't in tattered clothes swinging a stick.
He wore iron armor, fitted snugly around his chest and shoulders, and in his hand gleamed the iron sword he had looted from the Rat Dungeon.
Equipping it had been simple.
[Iron Armor Equipped]
[Iron Sword Equipped]
Just a thought, a tap on the [Inventory, and the change was instant. One blink and he was fully dressed for battle. Another, and he could be back in casual clothes. No buttons. No laces. No effort.
Now, Harry practiced with slow, steady movements, testing the balance of the sword and the pull of the armor on his limbs. It was heavier than his training gear, but manageable. His muscles had grown stronger since the dungeon fights, and the armor no longer felt like a cage.
[Sword Armor – Progress: 12%]
[Bonus Applied: Movement Penalty Reduced]
He moved through stances, footwork, shadow swings.
The twenty stat points he had earned from leveling had not gone unused.
[Stat Allocation Complete]
[Strength 7 Dexterity 7 Endurance 6]
[New Stats]
– [Strength: 17]
– [Dexterity: 20]
– [Endurance: 17]
Harry felt faster. Stronger. His movements more precise. He could already tell that the blade was no longer controlling him—he was controlling it.
Sometimes, he found himself hoping the suspension would last longer.
Life outside of school was... simpler. Freer.
Still, he wandered near the school often—close enough to be seen, far enough to avoid teachers. Students who once ignored him now waved when they saw him. Some came to talk, shyly asking where he'd gotten his new clothes, or if it was true he beat up Dudley's gang.
Harry answered politely, keeping details vague.
[Reputation Increased: Classmates – Friendly]
[Passive: Charisma Influence Activated]
He didn't mind the attention, not like before. His new clothes fit him. His shoes were his size. He stood taller—not just because he was stronger, but because he had something now. Confidence. Skill. Choice.
And people noticed.
Some even wanted to be his friend—not just to be around him, but to stay away from Dudley and his gang.
It was during one of these quiet afternoon walks that he ran into Miss Holloway outside the teacher's lounge.
She smiled as always, though she looked pale.
"Harry," she said softly. "When you're back in class, come to me if you need help catching up, alright?"
Harry nodded.
"Thank you, Miss Holloway," he said, hesitating. Then, after a pause, "Are you going somewhere tomorrow?"
She laughed weakly, hand brushing her forehead.
"I'm taking a sick day. Caught something, I think. Happens around this time of the month."
Her smile was gentle, but her eyes were tired.
Harry nodded again.
He didn't press. He didn't say anything.
But he knew.
Harry returned to the clearing once again—his usual place of focus and solitude. The air was still, the sky pale with early light. Birds called faintly from the trees, but otherwise, the world was silent.
He knelt down in the grass and opened his inventory.
Four scrolls from the Rat Dungeon lay inside, each glowing faintly with stored power. He hadn't tried using them before—not until he understood what he was. But now that his class read [Wizard, the time had come.
He selected the first.
[Scroll: Wind Step]
[Type: Martial Technique]
[Effect: Grants a sudden burst of speed for 3 seconds. Useful for dodging, gap-closing, or sudden strikes.]
[Requirement: None]
[Would you like to learn this technique?]
[Yes / No]
Harry tapped [Yes] without hesitation.
The scroll flared in his hand—white and silver flames consuming the parchment in an instant. The heat was real, but it didn't burn him. Instead, a sudden pull tugged at the back of his mind, and then—understanding. As if someone had whispered a secret directly into his bones.
He staggered slightly as the sensation passed.
[Skill Learned: Wind Step (Lv. 1)]
[MP Cost: 10]
[Cooldown: 30 sec]
[Dexterity 1]
He exhaled slowly.
That's how the Commander Rat had moved. That blinding, darting lunge—it had been this technique. And now it was his.
He reached into the inventory and drew out the second scroll.
[Scroll: Poison Attack]
[Type: Magic Spell]
[Effect: Allows the user to create and control poisonous mist. Can inflict Poison status. Effective in crowd control or stealth ambush.]
[Requirement: Class: Wizard]
[Would you like to learn this spell?]
[Yes / No]
Harry hesitated only for a breath, then tapped [Yes].
Greenish-black flames erupted from the scroll, crackling with foul energy as it vanished. Unlike the Wind Step, this one burned cold. The knowledge slithered into his thoughts—like venom through the veins. Not painful. Just... different.
[Spell Learned: Poison Attack (Lv. 1)]
[MP Cost: 20]
[Effect Duration: 10 sec]
[Status Effect: Poison – Minor (20% chance)]
[Intelligence 1]
He flexed his fingers, watching faint wisps of green energy dance along his palm before fading away.
"Two down," he whispered to himself, his voice calm but focused.
The first two scrolls had been valuable, no doubt—but the remaining two felt... different.
He reached into the inventory.
These scrolls were sealed in decorative cases, wrapped in silk cords with elegant magical seals glowing faintly at the edges. The parchment shimmered with a weight and importance that the others lacked. These were not simple combat tricks. These were real spells—refined, structured, and dangerous.
Harry selected the first.
[Scroll: Fireball]
[Type: Offensive Spell – Element: Fire]
[Effect: Creates a fireball that scales with user's intent and MP. Can be used for illumination, combat, or destruction.]
[Control Skill Required: Medium-High]
[Would you like to learn this spell?]
[Yes / No]
He clicked [Yes].
The scroll unraveled midair, igniting with deep red flames that radiated heat but didn't burn his skin. His heart pounded as the spell surged into him—this was no ordinary skill download. This was power.
Knowledge of the fire element flowed into his mind—how to draw the heat from his core, shape it into a sphere, and will it forward. He could create a flickering flame to light a candle, or, if he dared, build a fireball the size of a boulder and send it hurtling like a meteor.
[Spell Learned: Fireball (Lv. 1)]
[MP Cost: 15–80]
[Power: Scales with MP and Intent]
[Element: Fire]
[Wisdom 1]
[Spell Type: Ranged / AoE]
Harry stared at his hand, heat dancing faintly around his fingers like a spark waiting to be called.
Then he reached for the final scroll.
[Scroll: Water Shield]
[Type: Defensive Spell – Element: Water]
[Effect: Creates a spherical water shield around the caster. Absorbs damage. Density and durability scale with level.]
[Requirement: Class: Wizard – MP Control: Stable]
[Would you like to learn this spell?]
[Yes / No]
He accepted without hesitation.
The scroll unfolded with a sound like crashing waves. Blue light burst outward, wrapping around him like a tide. It was cool, heavy, calming. The knowledge of the spell settled gently into his thoughts.
He saw the shape of the shield in his mind—like a liquid dome that would surround his entire body. At first, the water would be soft, like a bubble. But as the spell grew stronger, the water would thicken, harden—becoming like armor, nearly unbreakable.
[Spell Learned: Water Shield (Lv. 1)]
[MP Cost: 25]
[Duration: 15 sec]
[Absorbs: 100 damage (Base)]
[Element: Water]
[Intelligence 1]
Harry exhaled.
The four scrolls were now part of him. Wind Step for speed, Poison Attack for confusion, Fireball for destruction, and Water Shield for defense.
He wasn't just a kid with a sword anymore.
He was a wizard with spells.