Chapter 134

"So it is, mother," And despite the diadem's shields, Harry saw a tear slide down Ravenclaw's cheeks.

"You haven't called me that in so long."

"I know," she said, and there was no reply.

The memory exploded into a blast of color and dissolved into silvery strands, just as a mighty fog swept into the memory, and filled everything around Harry.

A voice-Rowena Ravenclaw's voice echoed in his ears. "My lesson to you, seeker of our paths, is this. Duty above all else, no matter what the cost."

The fog dissolved in a whirl of color and darkness, and Harry felt himself falling. With a crash, he fell back into his bed in his room.

His body felt drained, and yet, his mind somehow seemed to be moving at light speeds, trying to comprehend just what he had witnessed and what it meant.

He was pretty sure that he had just witnessed the creation of the house elves.

This changed everything. House elves weren't the benignly treated servants as the books painted them to be. They were slaves, in all its literal meaning. They were created slaves and then forced to serve their master or live constantly in pain.

Pushing past the horror of the entire thing, Harry analyzed the situation. There was something that wasn't making sense.

Dobby.

He shouldn't have been able to disobey and go against Lucius Malfoy, ever.

Unless, Harry's Gamer's Mind thought, 'integrating into the essence' was more literal than he had initially thought. If Ravenclaw had somehow forced the Permanent Pain Curse into the genes of the house elf species, then she would have made it a dominant gene.

And much like any other form of genes, very rarely, the recessive trait would pop up, and elves like Dobby would be born. Elves in whom the Pain magic would still be present, but it would be weaker, less all-consuming…still binding them to their masters, but with bonds weaker than their dominant gene bearing brethren.

That was why he had been able to heal the Slave Bond status, Harry realized. It wasn't some sort of Ancient magical spell he had healed.

It was a genetic disorder.

And Ravenclaw's greatest creation…was the house elf.

It had taken Harry an entire day of musing and self-conflicted thinking in an ID before he had come to terms with the fact that his favorite founder and one of the very few people he idolized had actually tortured and enslaved an entire species. And killed her own mother.

He had come to the conclusion that he really needed to get out of the habit of envisioning people as perfect. He also added the removal of that pain curse from the house elves into his future plans. He couldn't in good conscience let an entire species live in forced servitude. The least he could do is give them the right to choose their future. As a Ravenclaw, it was only right that he fix his founder's mistakes.

"ID Escape," he muttered and reappeared in his bedroom in the real world.

Ping!

Skill leveled up due to repeated use!

ID Create, Lv-6 (40%)

Used to create Instant Dungeons. Higher the level, stronger the dungeon.

Current list-

Empty Dungeon- no monsters.

Monster Dungeon- Zombies

Harry frowned as he waved the screen away. It had been quite a while since his ID skills had leveled up. Almost half a year.

Wondering if this was because of the fact that he had not fully completed the Zombie dungeon, Harry decided that tonight was going to be the night he fully finished the zombie dungeon.

Opening his room's door, Harry quickly ran to the dining table, where Nicholas and Perenelle were waiting for him.

"Sorry for being late," he said as he sat down and started wolfing down the chicken curry.

"I haven't seen you two today," he said in between bites, remembering that the Flamels had gone off somewhere today, "Where have you been? Out on a date?"

"No," Nicholas said flatly, "We were searching for books on new sex positions. Anal is getting a bit boring"

Harry spewed his entire mouthful of chicken curry right onto Perenelle's face, which was currently doing a striking impersonation of Argus Filch-twitching jaw and all. Nicholas broke down laughing while Harry struggled to keep a straight face.

"Ha! The look on your face!" Nicholas said between guffaws, "Priceless…"

Perenelle fumed, before pulling out her wand and waving it. Nicholas's bowl of curry went flying into the kitchen, and a plate of disgusting looking salad came and landed in front of him. The rest of the meal was spent with Nicholas whining about his salad and talks about how Perenelle writing her new book was coming along.

Sooner than he knew it, Harry was back in his room, checking his HP and MP, preparing to enter what promised to be the worst ID battle he'd had yet. He tucked in the post-Burning-Day baby form of Hedwig, before he quickly equipped the appropriate title.

Apprentice Zombie killer- 30% more attack and defence when dealing with the undead. +5 to all stats when dealing with the undead.

And then, he took a deep breath before he enunciated, "ID Create: Zombies!"

The world around him gained a red tinge. Harry pulled out Gandiva from his inventory and turned it into its ring form before putting it on. He mentally went through all his inventory and the skills he could use before he slammed open his bedroom door and ran out of the flat.

Boosting down the corridor to the elevator, Harry pressed the button to the somehow still functioning elevator, waiting until it opened with a ding.

There was a half rotten groaning zombie inside.

Harry didn't hesitate as he lobbed a fireball right into his face, before he kicked the zombie's burning body out of the elevator and headed to the highest floor. He hadn't ever fought zombies in a city before, and he needed to take the vantage point and analyze the environment.

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