12 Chapter 12: Drops!

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The topic of half-breeds had sprung up during this time when I asked how wizards viewed Professor Flitwick, who was known to be part goblin.

From what I had gotten, some species of half-breeds were generally looked down upon like half-giants and half-goblins.

While others were revered in the case of half-veela and half-vampires. In the end it all bottled down to how small your abnormality was and how powerful you were.

In the case of Flitwick, while some purebloods couldn't stomach him for his ancientry they still held some small amount of respect due to his magical prowess.

There also wasn't anything called a magical guardian like most fans of the books liked to believe, which was good in its own way.

It was thanks to this that I was able to bust many of the misconceptions that fans tended to have.

For instance, there was no such things as magical binding marriages or even betrothed contracts. That might have been a common practice centuries ago but in this day and age it was more likely to get you sent to Azkaban.

The selling of one's son or daughter to anyone else would be considered an act of human trafficking in the eyes of the law, which was deemed illegal by the ICW.

Another surprising fact was that despite Britain's long history of magic, it wasn't the most powerful. In fact, Britain only ranked in the top 50 magical countries. The first was, you guessed it, China.

It was disheartening to hear that we were just frogs stuck at the bottom of a well, but at least now I knew who my real competition was.

"So, what do you plan on doing after this?" I asked gesturing around me.

"You mean Hogwarts?"

"Yes, do you have a career in mind?"

"I can't say I have."

"I'm going to be a Medi-witch!" Tracey butted in.

I looked at her hiding my annoyance, "Really, that's great." I turned back to the blonde, "I don't really know what jobs there are, but I figured you might have one since you've lived on this side all your life.

"Didn't you have any dream back in the muggle side?"

"Sure. In fact, until recently I always dreamed of being a musician."

"Oh? Were you any good?" Daphne asked offhandedly.

"Ha! Was I good? You tell me?" I said as I stared to tap my fingers on the grass as if I was playing a piano.

After a few seconds I stopped and looked at Daphne's unsure face. I stopped and rubbed the back of my neck, "Ahem, admittedly it's more impressive with an actual piano."

That caused the usually stoic blonde to crack a smile, "I'll have to take your word on it."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, don't believe me. It just shows your lack of musical appreciation, Tracey back me up here."

"Huh? Yeah sure, you have talent for tapping on grass," she said plucking blades of grass in front of her.

After a few more minutes of talking we parted ways on much friendlier terms.

As I was heading to the Room of Reequipments, I thought of my plans for the future.

I had decided to follow my dream of being the world's strongest but even I knew I couldn't do it alone. To reach the top one needed to be wealthy, powerful, and most importantly well connected.

My new power would help me with the first two but the last would need some work.

There was no doubt in my mind that Daphne could be turned into an important asset with the right training but did the benefits outweigh the costs.

Tracey had proven my initial assessment true in the way she hovered around those better than her. She would be easy to deal with when the time came, in fact I could use her jealousy to unknowingly drive Daphne further into my hand.

There was saying back at my old school, "Dolls make the best toys."

Perhaps not the nicest saying, but certainly the truest, and I was rather adept at playing with them.

Zombie Dungeon:-

Today was Sunday, the last day that I could enter the dungeon before I needed to go back to classes.

~~Beware, beware, be skeptical

Of their smiles, the smiles of plated gold

Deceit so natural

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning

Bla-bla-black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way what the hell are moral~~

[ [Singing]'s level has risen by one.]

"Piercing Strike!"

My blade gained a blue shine as I thrust it into the body of a zombie. It gained a foot-wide hole in its stomach before disappearing into black smoke.

Scattered around me were different drops for the various zombies I had spent the past hour killing.

[You obtained the item 'Soul Stone'.]

[You obtained the item 'Tooth of the Dead'.]

[You obtained the item 'Rib of the Dead'.]

It was a shame that I had to pick up everything by hand but at least it gave me some time to recover my mana. Most of what they dropped was crafting items but some would occasionally drop some money too.

I had yet to find the boss of the dungeon, but I figured that was for the best. Once I reached level 20 I felt I would be strong enough to fight it, but until then I would hunt theses grunts.

As I walked down the abandoned street, I saw another group of zombies in the distance.

"Charge," I whispered the name of my newly created skill.

I was launched forward at twice my normal speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

Apparently the [Numbed Emotions] drawback only applied to spells and not skills.

The rapier cut the zombie in half, something that wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for [Sword Mastery] which increased the attack damage.

Using my superior dexterity, I danced around them chopping of their heads or stabbing them in the heart with the occasional kick mixed in.

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