6 Henry the Necromancer
Chapter 6. Henry the Necromancer
Today was Halloween. The day Lily lost her love, her husband. And she again lost someone dear to her on this day. Her daughter, oh her sweet little daughter who wouldn't smile or giggle anymore. This day was cursed for the Potters. She realised that when she stepped into the infirmary, seeing the dead body of her little girl.
She sobbed, clutching the warm body of Iris against her chest. She cried for her innocent daughter who died for nothing. She was surrounded by the Hogwarts staff who appeared shocked and sorrowful at yet another death in Hogwarts. But she didn't care about them.
She only cared for her little girl and her little boy. She abruptly stopped crying and looked at her son who was sitting in the chair beside the bed. She was surprised she hadn't noticed him, seeing how close he was. But her attention had been occupied by her dead daughter, rightful so. She felt her heart ache at the blank face of her son. He wasn't crying. But he had, she guessed by looking at his red puffy eyes. She knew how close the siblings were and Harry would be the most affected by this cruel twist of fate.
"What happened, Harry? How did Iris die?" she asked helplessly.
He didn't say anything. He just glanced at her emotionlessly for a second before going back to staring mindlessly at Iris' face.
"He had been silent since he carried Iris to the infirmary. He isn't responding to any of our questions." Dumbledore answered gently instead of him. Lily nodded. She stood up and venomously glared at Dumbledore.
"Then you tell me why my daughter is dead? Isn't Hogwarts supposed to be the safest place. Then why is my daughter DEAD?" Lily yelled the last word, crimson aura surrounding her body, her eyes glowing eerily. Dumbledore remained unfazed, but gave out a tired sigh.
"As far as I can think, this tragedy is related to the theft of the Philosopher's Stone-" Dumbledore began, but was surprisingly interrupted by Harry.
"Voldemort's spirit possessed Iris and took us both to the hidden chamber inside the third floor corridor. He asked me to retrieve the Stone from the mirror. When I did, he took it from me and left Iris' body. But instead of being safe, Iris was already dead." Harry lied emotionlessly, still blankly looking at his sister. There was a moment of charged silence after that. Then it was chaos as everyone started questioning him at the same time in frightened voices. But Harry ignored them all and remained dead quiet.
"Enough! I am taking Harry home and Iris' body. Harry won't be returning to Hogwarts this year. I don't want to lose my last child due to the incompetence of Hogwarts." Lily snapped, silencing everyone. She picked up her daughter's corpse and ordered Harry to follow her. Harry barely nodded, but stood up from the chair.
The two Potters quickly made their way to the Headmaster's office.
The Professors and the Headmaster were quick on their heels trying to convince Lily to let Harry stay at Hogwarts. Lily didn't respond and hurried her feet. Students gawked at the strange sight and murmured among themselves. She didn't pay them any attention.
When she reached the Headmaster's office, she flooed back home. Harry followed his mother's lead and flooed home, leaving behind desperate Hogwarts staff calling out their names and bemused students who didn't know what was happening.
~xXxXx~
Lily gently laid Iris on the bed. She stood in Iris's room, helplessly looking at the still body of her child. She turned around and saw Harry leaning against the doorframe.
"Everything will be fine, Harry. Your father was being lonely so Iris has decided to go to him. To keep him company." Lily spoke in a croaky voice. Harry simply looked at her impassively.
"Yes, mum. Everything will be fine. Don't worry. I will bring Iris back. You will cry tears of relief tomorrow. But now, you need to sleep. Somnus!"
Lily couldn't move in time and the spell hit her right in the chest. She gave him a confused look as her eyelids started closing. Before she could fall down on the floor, Harry was right beside her, holding her in his hands.
She fell asleep in his arms.
"Sleep now, mum. Everything will be alright in the morning." He said softly, picking her up and carrying her to her bedroom. He put her on the bed and tucked her in. He kissed her cheek and mumbled his apology and farewell.
He walked away from her room and entered into Iris' room where her body was resting. He placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered to her.
"I will bring you back. It's a promise. But I have to go and become powerful enough to resurrect you, Iris. It will take time, not for you, no, for you it will be instantaneous but for me it will be a long time. Too long, I personally think. Until then, Goodbye. I love you."
Harry went into the living room and slumped down on the sofa. He wrote an anonymous letter to the Flamels and placed the Philosopher's Stone in an envelope. He called a house elf and instructed it to send the package to Nicholas Flamel by an owl. He heaved a sigh and prepared himself for the next course of action.
He finally opened the game window.
QUEST:
– Survive the spirit of Voldemort.
Success!
REWARD: Gained!
– 1000 XP
– Spirit Sword
Bonus Objective:
– Keep Iris safe.
Failure!
Bonus Reward: Not Gained!
– 10 Affection
– 10 Obedience
– Perk [Hero]
Harry pressed his lips in a thin line while reading the last part. Failure! The first failure since he gained the Gamer gear. A failure which lost him his sister. He blanked his mind at the thought of his sister. He wouldn't think about her, not now, he didn't want to have a breakdown.
At least not now.
QUEST:
– Obtain Philosopher's Stone.
Success!
REWARD: Gained!
– 3000 XP
– Perk [Unlimited Money]
Bonus Objective:
– Return the Philosopher's Stone back to Flamels
Success!
Bonus Reward: Gained
– Plus 25 Affection with the Flamels
– New Class [Enchanter]
Heh, He wasn't feeling very successful right now. He opened his character stats, trying to distract himself from his gloomy thoughts.
Character Sheet
Name: Harry Potter
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Lvl: 165(0%)
HP: 8250 (10 per second)
MP: 16500 (100 per second)
Traits:
[Remorseless]
[Lustful]
Perks:
[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)
[Gamer's Body] (Passive)
[Observe] (Active)
[Peak Body] (Passive)
[Skill Create] (Active)
[Teleportation] (Active)
[Inventory] (Active)
[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)
[Killer] (Active)
[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)
[Unlimited Money] (Active)
Skills:
[Ray of Light]
[Death Arrow]
[Flying]
[Shield]
[Leech]
[Bomb]
[Energy Shield]
The big numbers didn't do a thing to his numb heart like they used to before. He didn't feel giddy seeing his MPs and HPs in thousands. He felt weak. Too weak.
Are you ready, Harry?
Isis' voice brought him out of his self-deprecating thoughts.
'Yes, let's do it.' He nodded with determination and laid his head on the sofa's headrest and closed his eyes.
World Jumping… processing… randomising... world selected… JUMP!
Harry's whole body was enveloped in lights. When he opened his eyes again, he was walking out of a stony archway. He saw flashes of spellfire as he silently stood. But all the occupants of the chamber froze at his sudden appearance.
Harry peered around him. It seemed there was a battle going on before he had stepped out from this weird arch thing.
"Down, boy! Hide. Don't stand in the open. Do you want to die or something!" A man who had a weird spherical ball for an eye and wooden leg yelled at him. Harry simply raised his eyebrow at the man with a battered body. Harry's sadness abruptly buried under the increasing adrenaline and eagerness. There was a fight going on here and he was going to participate in it.
Hmm, who to support and who to kill. His decision was made when he saw familiar faces. Sirius Black was one of them, gaping at him.
"Hello, Padfoot. What happened to you? You look like shite. How old are you? 50 or something?" Harry said with a hoarse voice, trying to lighten his heavy numb heart.
"Take that back, young man! Take that back right now!" Sirius complained loudly, momentarily losing his wary countenance.
"Hmm." That's all Harry uttered in reply as his attention went to the new quest.
QUEST:
– Defeat all the remaining Death Eaters.
REWARD:
– 1000 XP
– 10 affection with Order of Phoenix
– 10 affection with Hogwarts Six
Bonus Objective:
– Kill the Death Eaters
Bonus Reward:
– Familiar Egg
"Who are you, kiddo? And how did you come out of that strange door frame thingy?" A black haired woman shrieked, glaring and pouting at him. Harry ignored her as he plotted in his mind.
"Just to confirm, all the people who are wearing black robes are Death Eaters, right?" Harry questioned thoughtfully, looking around the chamber.
"Yep. I would be extremely relieved if you just stop talking and hide behind me, kid." A pink haired woman stepped in front of him, trying to shield him from the malicious gazes of the Death Eaters. Harry quickly recognised her. Her counterpart in his world was a family friend.
"Thank you for your consideration, but I don't need your help, Tonks." Harry said blankly and used his [Flying] skill.
"What the hell?" she said in disbelief as she saw the eleven year old boy shot up in the mid-air, in the death chamber. His face was passionless but his eyes were glowing with hatred. He glared down at the Death Eaters.
"Death Arrows." he mumbled softly.
What happened next would forever be etched in the memories of people present there. They wouldn't ever be able to forget the sight of ebony arrows appearing around the flying boy. And they definitely couldn't forget how those same arrows whooshed towards the stupefied Death Eaters.
"Shields!" Lucius Malfoy cried out loud to his allies, flicking his wand, conjuring a bright blue translucent shield in front of him.
But mere shields wouldn't save them. They would know that by experience, unfortunately for them that would be the last experience they would ever have, as their shields flickered out, the arrows passed through them effortlessly, burying deep in the hearts of the Death Eaters. None of them would be spared, not the weakest ones and nor the strongest like Bellatrix Lestrange. All would share the same fate. Death by a single arrow lodged into their heart.
"That will do. Now, I shouldn't waste the bodies. They will come in handy, I am sure. I am going to choose a new Class after all." Harry mumbled to himself though it was heard by everyone. The other people in the room watched in horror and intrigue as the boy who wouldn't be older than 11, walked around the mangled dead bodies and made them disappear.
"So… You're welcome. Now it's time for me to go." Harry said with a frown, looking at them. But before he could do anything, the door to the chamber opened and Dumbledore strode in with rage, ready to fight, ready to save the day.
Dumbledore stopped abruptly, looking dubiously at the sight before him. Unexpectedly, there were no Death Eaters. Not a single one of them. He was surprised to see Remus, Sirius, Nymphadora, Moody, Shacklebolt, Harry and Neville staring at a young boy in apparent shock.
"What happened here?" Dumbledore asked as he climbed down the stairs, approaching the group, his wand still in his hand.
"This boy killed them all and then somehow made their bodies disappear." Remus was the first one to come out of his stupor. Dumbledore paled rapidly and stopped before the carefree looking boy.
"Who are you, my boy? How did you come to this room?" Dumbledore asked in his kind grandfatherly voice. He looked at the child's eyes and saw so much self-hatred and rage. Those emerald eyes were filled with so much pain that it made the old headmaster instantly sympathetic to the boy.
"I am Harry Potter. I came through that veil." Harry answered blandly, pointing to the veil of death.
"No, you are not! I am Harry Potter." Said a black-haired green-eyed teenager, looking incredulously at the pre-teen.
Harry stared at him for a few seconds before sighing.
"You are. But I am too. This is going to be complicated and strange. Be open-minded. Now, listen carefully." Harry began and told them about the multiverse briefly. He didn't reveal much and lied a few times to keep his history a secret.
"Okay, that's ridiculous. You are saying that there are infinite worlds with infinite Harry Potters and you are a Harry Potter of your own world." Harry Potter of this world said in clear disbelief.
"You fell into the Mirror of Erised while fighting Voldemort." Dumbledore repeated in a soft voice, ignoring the teenager's righteous outburst.
"Yes. Call me Henry from now on to avoid any further confusion. This will get annoyingly confusing otherwise." Henry replied without much emotion.
"And how did you kill the Death Eaters? I haven't seen that type of arrows or the spell? And you did it wandlessly too." Moody grunted, still clutching his wand, wary of the boy.
"Yes. I am powerful. Very powerful. Enough of all these questions. Now I need to go." Henry shrugged and started climbing up the steps immediately, not giving them a second glance.
"Stop! Come with us. We will take care of you. I will try to find a way to send you back to your home." Dumbledore offered, not wanting to leave such a young child all alone in this new world. Henry simply stared at the headmaster.
"Fine. Lead the way." Henry agreed reluctantly. Dumbledore smiled and led them out of the death chamber.
All of them were silent, thinking about the new boy in their group. Along the way, Dumbledore helped as best he could to the injured students they found moaning on the floor. He healed as much as he could and asked them to follow him. Henry recognised a few of them. Though he didn't know who the blonde-haired and red-haired girls were. The now rejoined teenagers gave him confused looks, but remained silent at behest of Dumbledore.
"Let's get safely home first." Dumbledore had advised when Hermione asked him about the young boy.
Though their silence turned into dread when they walked into the Ministry atrium. Waiting for them at the far end was Voldemort himself. Henry reigned in his rage and used [Observe] on him. He wasn't ever going to charge in blindly. He had done that before and had lost everything. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Name: Voldemort
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Lvl: 300(max)
HP: 15,000
MP: 30,000
Affection: 0
Obedience: 0
Thoughts about you: Nothing
Henry stiffened in fear. This was not good. He didn't think that Voldemort would be this powerful.
They all were in immense danger. He glanced at the group and saw that he wasn't the only one terrified among them. Except Dumbledore, all of them were scared of coming face to face with the strongest dark wizard of their time. Voldemort prowled forward with a wand in his hand.
"Keep the children safe. I will take care of him." Dumbledore spoke to the adult members of Order of Phoenix and walked ahead, leaving them behind. Henry couldn't help, but think that Dumbledore was being suicidal. Voldemort was almost twice his level.
Name: Albus Dumbledore
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Lvl: 160
HP: 8000
MP: 16,000
Affection: 10
Obedience: 0
Thoughts about you: Curiosity, Sympathy
So, consider him impressed and bamboozled when Dumbledore somehow managed to keep up with Voldemort.
He was awed as he saw the magical giants fight each other with all their experience and skills. Henry confessed to himself that even though he was magically more powerful than Dumbledore, he lacked all the skills and experience.
In the end, Dumbledore managed to drive away the dark lord. Not before the atrium was filled by people though. He heard horrified gasps as people witnessed the snake-faced man glaring at the old headmaster.
There were some who also shot pictures of him. Journalists. Voldemort simply apparated away with an enraged scream.
~xXxXx~
Henry sat beside Harry, opposite to Dumbledore who was sitting behind his desk.
"You can start now. I can see the questions bubbling inside of you. Ask away. I will answer it if I can." Henry said candidly, glancing at Harry and Dumbledore.
"What happened to Voldemort in your world?" Dumbledore began the questioning.
"He was killed by my father, James Potter and Neville's father, Frank Longbottom when he came into our house to murder us a decade ago. Our families had decided to live together during the war for extra protection.
"Our fathers held him long enough for us to escape. After that, they both used sacrificial magic to blow up the house. They died along with Voldemort. At least that's what everybody believed.
"But he is still alive. On Halloween, which was today in my world, I met him in a secret chamber under the third floor corridor. He possessed my sister and made me retrieve the Philosopher's Stone. But the bastard killed my sister." Henry snarled, finally showing some emotion.
Harry Potter and Dumbledore felt the oppressive aura filling the room. But as soon as it came, it disappeared.
Henry was again sporting a blank look.
"You have- had a sister?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yes. She was the best. She was my twin. And after your question, I can guess that in your world you don't have an Iris Potter. What a sad world." Henry said wistfully.
"What happened to your mother? Lily Potter? You didn't mention her." Harry asked his younger doppelganger, not disagreeing about the sad world part. He wouldn't have minded having a sibling.
"She is alive and well. She was the one who kept us safe and happy. Why do you ask? Where is your version of Lily Potter?" asked Henry.
"She died protecting me along with dad." Harry Potter whispered bitterly.
Henry gave him a sympathetic look.
"You sure are unlucky. You don't have Iris and you don't even have awesome Lily Potter. I feel sorry for you. Then who raised you if not mum? Sirius? Maybe Andromeda Tonks or Alice Longbottom?" Henry pondered out loud.
"Alice Longbottom and Frank Longbottom were tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. So, they couldn't take care of Harry. Andromeda Tonks is a nice choice, but no, Harry is living with the Dursleys." Dumbledore answered since Harry Potter was extremely silent, glaring at the headmaster.
"Who? Dursleys? Who are they?" Henry asked with a frown, not remembering anyone with a name like that.
"You don't know the Dursleys? Wow, you are really lucky. I don't know if I should be happy or envious." Harry snorted.
"Your mother's sister's family, Harr- Henry? Don't you know them?" Dumbledore queried, ignoring Harry's smouldering glare.
"Ah! Now I remember it. Penisia or something. Mum did talk about her a couple of times, but she always seemed angry and disappointed discussing this Penutia. I have never met her and mum barely made two mentions of her in the last few years." he shrugged and gave a confused look to the hysterically laughing teenager who kept mumbling 'penisia' in between his laughter.
"Petunia Dursley, Henry. Not Penutia and definitely not Penisia. Stop laughing, Harry, you are not a ten year old who finds the word 'penis' funny, are you?" Dumbledore asked lightly, his own lips twitching in amusement.
"He is such a simpleton. I can't believe this world's Harry Potter is so un-cool." Henry said under his breath.
"I heard that, kid." Harry grumbled after he stopped laughing.
They continued their discussion some more, but Dumbledore sent Henry off since he needed to have a private conversation with Harry Potter.
~xXxXx~
QUEST:
– Defeat all the remaining Death Eaters.
Success!
REWARD: Gained
– 1000 XP
– 10 affection with Order of Phoenix
– 10 affection with Hogwarts Six
Bonus Objective:
– Kill the Death Eaters
Success!
Bonus Reward: Gained
– Familiar Egg
Henry was sitting on a bed in his new room. In Grimmauld Place which was covered with Fidelius. It wasn't big and comfy like his real room back in his world, but he didn't come here for comfort. No, he came here because he had no choice.
Ideally, he should have remained back in his world and tried his Necromancer class there, but he couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the broken look in his mother's eyes everyday. He just couldn't. So, he ran away. But the thing which sold him on this idea was that when he leaves a world, the time in that world would stop completely. It will freeze until he comes back to that world. That was the best thing he could ask for. That's why he accepted Isis' offer to leave his world and jump into an unknown one.
This way when he goes back to his world, not a single second would have passed there. He would be able to resurrect Iris without wasting months or years of her life. When she would come back alive, nothing would change for her.
The same couldn't be said for Henry. Although his body would be the same, of that 11 years old boy, his mind wouldn't be. He would be mentally older. But that was the sacrifice he was willing to make. He stared at the snow white egg in his hands. It was big enough that he had to hold it with two hands.
Familiar Egg:
– An egg which will give the user a strong familiar pet.
Note: Drop a few drops of blood on the egg to make it hatch.
Henry smiled softly. He was alone in this strange new world. But maybe this would make him less lonely.
He discreetly went to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife before teleporting back to his room.
He could hear muffled arguments from one direction. He knew that not everyone was happy bringing him here.
Shacklebolt and Moody particularly were wary of him and distrusted him after they saw how easily he killed the Death Eaters.
He returned his attention back to the egg. He sliced his palm and let a few drops of blood drip down on the egg. The cut on his palm vanished instantly. His healing factor was just that powerful.
He put the egg on the bed as he felt something moving underneath the shell. He stood close and stared as cracks formed on the white shell. A second later, the top part of the egg crumbled and a white gooey substance poured out from it. Henry looked on with intrigue as the white jelly-like substance formed into a ball.
He was surprised to see the sphere of white morphing aggressively into something. Few seconds later, there was a very cute white kitten with golden eyes staring at him.
"Mew!" it purred, jumping at him. Henry caught it as the kitten snuggled into his arms.
Name: ?
Race: Shapeshifters
Current form: Cat
Lvl: 1
HP: 20
Affection: 100
Obedience: 100
Shapeshifters are mythological beings which can morph into any sentient thing. Though they do have one original form. Like this Shapeshifter has a cat as her original form. Also, when they are at their prime they can morph into far larger and powerful beasts.
"Her?" Henry asked as Isis educated him on Shapeshifters.
Yes, it is she. Now give her a name.
The cat looked at him with wide golden eyes as if waiting to be named.
"Aura. You will be my Aura." Henry smiled scratching the back of Aura who purred joyfully. He hugged her close and let a few tears fall from his eyes.
He wasn't alone anymore.
~xXxXx~
Henry laid on the bed with Aura snuggled to his side, sleeping silently.
He opened his character stat.
Character Sheet
Name: Harry Potter
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Lvl: 170(0%)
HP: 8500 (10 per second)
MP: 17000 (100 per second)
Traits:
[Remorseless]
[Lustful]
Perks:
[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)
[Gamer's Body] (Passive)
[Observe] (Active)
[Peak Body] (Passive)
[Skill Create] (Active)
[Teleportation] (Active)
[Inventory] (Active)
[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)
[Killer] (Active)
[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)
[Unlimited Money] (Active)
Skills:
[Ray of Light]
[Death Arrow]
[Flying]
[Shield]
[Leech]
[Bomb]
[Energy Shield]
He sighed. He had to do it.
'Isis, change my class to Necromancer.'
Are you sure?
'Yes.'
Class сhanged successfully!
Henry suddenly felt too lethargic. His HPs and MPs lowered considerably. He felt his strength and magic leave him. He again opened his character stat.
Character Sheet
Name: Henry Potter
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer
Lvl: 10(0%)
HP: 500 (10 per second)
MP: 1000 (100 per second)
Traits:
[Remorseless]
[Lustful]
Perks:
[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)
[Gamer's Body] (Passive)
[Observe] (Active)
[Peak Body] (Passive)
[Skill Create] (Active)
[Teleportation] (Active)
[Inventory] (Active)
[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)
[Killer] (Active)
[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)
[Unlimited Money] (Active)
He had mixed feelings seeing his stats. On one hand, he still had his overpowered perks, but on other hand all his 7 skills, which would have been very useful in combat, had vanished.
No, your skills haven't vanished. They are just locked with [Mage] Class. Now you again have 20 free slots for skills. Every class will have their own 20 skills. Did you see your name?
'Why? Wai- why 'Henry'? My name is Harry. I am going by Henry just so others don't get confused.'
No, now you are Henry Potter. You are a Necromancer from now on in this world. A whole new character. I suggest you remember that a new Class means a new character with its own skills. I decided to change your name to make you remember this little detail.
Also, have this.
QUEST:
– Make 5 new skills.
REWARD:
– 1000 XP
– Perk [Shapeshifter]
From now on whenever you choose a new Class, your first quest will always be to create five skills related to that Class. And no, you don't have to wait for 6 months for this quest to make one skill. Your first five skills will always be free and without the limitation of waiting for six months. But after that five you will have to wait half a year to use [Create Skill] once again.
Harry couldn't help, but give a soft chuckle. This wasn't looking so bad now.
~xXxXx~
"Are you really sure about keeping that boy here?" Shacklebolt asked tartly. Currently the members of the Order of Phoenix were sitting together around the table.
"Yes. I am." Dumbledore answered with surety.
"You weren't there, Dumbledore. But we were. We saw that young boy fly without a broom and skewer every Death Eater with arrows. Without a flinch, dammit. Without a single second of reluctance. He just killed them like he was used to killing. He is an experienced killer. Are you sure about keeping a killer in this house where he could harm anyone?" Shacklebolt protested loudly.
Before Dumbledore could answer, Sirius snapped angrily.
"Enough, Shack. He is Harry Potter and that's enough for me to trust him. If he wanted to kill us we wouldn't be here. Maybe he is a killer, maybe he is not. I don't care. But what I am sure of is that he is Harry Potter, even if from another parallel world. He is my godson. We will give him shelter here. And it's my damn house. This decision isn't up for a vote. If you feel unsafe than fuck off to your own homes."
There was a moment of silence as everyone digested that.
"Fine. But if he kills anyone here then it will be your fault." Shacklebolt yelled.
"Yes. Yes. I take responsibility for 'Henry' Potter." Sirius threw up his arms in exasperation.
"That's it for tonight. You all go have dinner. The children will be hungry after their fight." Dumbledore said and stood up.
"Thank you, headmaster, for allowing the children to leave Hogwarts early this year." Molly Weasley smiled gratefully at the wizened wizard. Dumbledore smiled back and nodded before leaving the room.
"Sirius, please talk to Henry. Just make him promise not to hurt anyone here. I can't be at peace if I don't have any assurance." Molly requested to Sirius, who sighed, but nodded.
~xXxXx~
QUEST:
– Make 5 new skills.
Success!
REWARD: Gained
– 1000 XP
– Perk [Shapeshifter]
Perk: [Shapeshifter]
– This perk gives the user power to change his body in any form.
Harry nodded to himself as he changed his hair and eye colour. They were now silver. Both his hair and eyes. He wasn't Harry Potter here, no, there was already a Harry Potter.
He was Henry Potter.
The Necromancer.
He glanced at his skills.
[Skeleton Horde]
– Weak humanoid skeletons wielding swords and shields. They have one tenth of the gamer's powers. They will grow strong along with the user. Maximum number of skeletons allowed in use is 2 per level of the user.
[Undead Archers]
– Medium level undead wielding bows and arrows. They have one fifth of the user's powers. They will grow strong along with the user. Maximum number of archers allowed in use is 1 per 2 levels of the user.
[Repair]
– Gives the user power to restore bodies.
[Create Undead]
– Gives the user power to make dead bodies into undead. The undead will have half of its powers from before their death. It can be trained to become stronger.
[Ray of Darkness]
– Black jet of shadows which deals massive damage. Requires 2000 MPs to deal 4000 HPs damage.
Not bad. Definitely not bad. The one thing he had learned while trying to make skills was that he couldn't create skills unrelated to the class or create stupidly overpowered skills. The first skill he had tried to make was [Resurrect]. It obviously failed but thankfully triggered a quest.
He looked at his new quest.
QUEST:
– Reach level 300 in Necromancer.
REWARD:
– Perk [Reviver]
Well, at least he finally had a concrete goal now. No matter how hard it looked.
