Harry stared at the empty backyard behind Number 4 Privet Drive, holding a faint smile on his face. It had only been a few weeks since he unlocked the Gamer ability, but his entire world had shifted. He wasn't the same boy anymore. No longer the scrawny, voiceless boy locked away under the stairs—now, Harry Potter had power. And purpose.
But there was one thing bothering him: money.
Perhaps it was because Harry had lived his entire life like a slave, doing chores and receiving nothing but scraps in return. Or perhaps it was the thrill of earning and keeping something of his own. Whatever the reason, he found himself constantly seeking ways to earn more. Gardening for the neighbors had once felt like a miracle, but now the few pounds they handed him felt far too small compared to the treasure troves of the rat dungeon.
So, driven by greed, curiosity, and ambition, Harry returned to the dungeon.
Only… it wasn't there.
The small crack between the alley bricks behind Magnolia Crescent, where the dungeon had appeared, was now just bricks. A system prompt blinked before his eyes:
[Notice: Dungeon location has moved. Try again later.]
Harry stood there for a long moment, blinking, until another message appeared:
[New Skill Unlocked!]
[ID Creation (Lv. 1)]
[Create an Instant Dungeon (ID) anywhere. Accessible only by the user.]
[ID Escape (Lv. 1)]
[Instantly exit any personal ID Dungeon.]
His eyes widened.
"A personal dimension?" he whispered.
The possibilities immediately flooded his mind. A private space only he could access. He could hide things there. Train there. Even live there. That was it—he wouldn't sleep in the cupboard under the stairs anymore. Not now. Not ever again.
He took a deep breath and made a decision.
Harry waited until Petunia and Vernon were distracted by the television, then slipped out the front door with a wad of cash in his inventory. He took the bus far out of Little Whinging, to a distant neighborhood where no one would recognize him.
There, he found a second-hand furniture shop, dusty and dim, but filled with treasures.
"I'll take that bed. That nightstand. A sofa set… that wardrobe," Harry muttered, pointing quickly. The old man at the counter raised a brow.
"Planning to furnish a whole house, lad?"
"Just a room," Harry grinned.
It cost him 300 pounds, a huge chunk of his hard-earned money. But Harry didn't flinch. With each piece paid for, he stored it in his inventory with a satisfying click of a system message:
[Item Stored: Wooden Bed — Quality: Decent]
[Item Stored: Sofa Set — Quality: Comfortable]
[Item Stored: Wardrobe — Quality: Sturdy]
He returned home just before nightfall. Vernon was grumbling about dinner. Petunia didn't even notice he was gone. When they ordered him to his cupboard for the night, Harry obeyed silently—but with a smile.
The moment the door clicked shut, Harry whispered under his breath:
ID Create.
The air shimmered. Reality warped. And in a flash of light, he was standing inside a peaceful, candle-lit space—his space.
He placed his bed in one corner in the bedroom chamber, arranged the wardrobe against a solid wall, and added the nightstand beside the bed. The sofa faced a stone wall where he planned to one day conjure a fireplace. He didn't need much else. This wasn't just a hiding place—it was home.
Harry sat on the bed, running his fingers over the fabric. It wasn't perfect. The mattress creaked a little. The drawers were chipped. But it was his.
He lit a candle with a snap of his fingers—thanks to his newly learned Fireball spell, controlled into a tiny flame—and pulled out his schoolbooks. Even though he was suspended, Harry spent every night reading, doing practice problems, and leveling up his intelligence stats.
He wasn't going to fall behind.
Harry sat down on the bed, opened his interface with a thought, and checked his progress.
[Status Window]
[Name: Harry James Potter]
[Level: 8]
[EXP: 430 / 800]
[Class: Wizard]
[Title: The Boy Who Lived]
[HP: 320 / 320]
[MP: 550 / 550]
[Stamina: 200 / 200]
[Strength: 14]
[Dexterity: 18]
[Intelligence: 23]
[Wisdom: 21]
[Endurance: 19]
[Luck: 17]
[Charisma: 10]
He tapped the ] beside DEX and INT, confirming the changes.
2 INT applied
1 DEX applied
Updated Stats
DEX: 19 better evasion and speed
INT: 25 spell power and learning speed increased
[Skill List]
[Wind Step] – Lv. 1]
[Poison Mist Attack] – Lv. 1]
[Fireball] – Lv. 1]
[Water Shield] – Lv. 1]
[Observe] – Lv. 5 ]
[ID Create] – Lv. 1]
[ID Escape] – Lv. 1]
Harry stepped into his personal dimension—his sanctuary, his training ground, and the only place where he could practice freely without risk of being seen.
The main hall stood vast and echoing, lit by floating lights of his own creation. Four doorways branched off to side chambers, one of which he had already converted into a bedroom with a clean bed, a wooden desk, and a magical wardrobe that filled with his clothes. Another room was halfway into becoming a library, though he hadn't found enough books to justify shelves just yet.
[Personal Dimension Active]
[Room Customization: 1 Complete 1 In Progress 2 Empty]
He stood barefoot on the stone floor of the main hall, stretching his fingers. The moment he focused, a familiar blue window shimmered into view.
[Skill Ready: Fireball (Lv. 3)]
Mana Cost: 35 MP
Damage: 125
Effect: Launches a medium-sized fireball up to 15 meters
Progress to next level: 62%
Harry took a breath and whispered the name.
"Fireball."
A sphere of flame coalesced in his hand—twice the size it used to be when he first cast it. The fireball hissed as it hovered in the air, and with a flick of his wrist, Harry launched it at the far wall.
BOOM.
The impact sent sparks flying, leaving a char mark three feet wide.
[Fireball Proficiency 3%]
[Progress to next level: 65%]
The progress was slow, but noticeable. The more he used a spell, the stronger it became—and the mana cost stayed the same, which meant he could cast it more often now that his MP had grown.
He glanced at his status screen.
[Current MP: 220 / 320]
Not bad.
He wiped his forehead and switched stances.
"Water Shield."
A dome of swirling water formed instantly, wrapping around his body. It shimmered like a living bubble—thicker than before and large enough to protect two people now.
[Skill Ready: Water Shield (Lv. 3)]
Mana Cost: 40 MP
Effect: Absorbs 180 damage
Area Coverage: 1.8 meters radius
Progress to next level: 38%
He focused and walked forward while the shield followed, the water rotating like a whirlpool.
[Water Shield Proficiency 5%]
[Progress to next level: 40%]
Harry let the shield fade. With only half of his mana left, he had one last thing to test.
He took a deep breath, drew his hand across the air, and cast.
"Poison Mist."
From his palm, a greenish haze erupted, drifting outward in a wide circle. The stench was faint, but Harry knew its effect would be deadly on enemies.
[Skill Ready: Poison Mist (Lv. 3)]
Mana Cost: 50 MP
Effect: Applies [Poisoned] (20 Damage / sec) for 40 seconds
Area: 2.5 meters radius
Progress to next level: 45%
Harry exhaled, heart pounding slightly, not from exhaustion—but from satisfaction.
This was progress.
He could feel his mastery growing with every cast, every burn, every droplet of mana used wisely.
[Daily Spell Training – Completed]
200 XP
2% to all spell proficiencies
[Bonus Gained: Magic Resistance 1]
Harry woke up in his custom bedroom, summoned clean robes from his wardrobe, and stepped out into the real world for the first time in days.
The suspension was over.
[Quest Complete: Suspension Period – Self-Training Arc]
Reward: 1 INT, 1 DEX, 1 Skill Point
[School Reputation Status Restored]
He smiled as he walked toward the school gates, bag on his shoulder, head held high.
He wasn't the same boy who had been sent home.
Not anymore.
Harry stepped out of Number Four, Privet Drive, the same as always—but only on the surface.
He still wore oversized, ragged clothes as far as the Dursleys could see. The same dusty old shoes. The same frayed collar. But as he walked briskly down the pavement, halfway to the bus stop, Harry tapped his interface.
[Inventory: Open]
[Equipped: Casual Clothes (Worn)]
[ Switch to: School Uniform (Set 1 – Clean, Tailored Fit)]
[Shoes: Replaced – Leather Standard Issue]
His clothes shimmered subtly as the [Inventory Swap] completed. In an instant, the tatters were gone—replaced with a crisp, perfectly fitting uniform. The shoes clicked neatly against the pavement. A light breeze brushed through his unobstructed vision.
Harry blinked.
Even now, weeks after unlocking the Gamer's Interface, it still startled him to realize that...
[Passive Perk: Corrected Vision – Permanent]
He hadn't worn glasses in over two weeks.
He hadn't even noticed.
When Harry stepped onto the school grounds, conversations quieted. Dozens of eyes turned. Whispers stirred the air like wind before a storm.
"Is that Potter?"
"He looks... different."
"Where's his glasses?"
"That's not his old uniform. That's new."
Harry kept walking. Calm. Controlled. His footsteps confident, posture upright. His new uniform—tailored from the shop nearby—fit his frame just right. The navy jacket wasn't sagging off his shoulders. His shirt cuffs weren't swallowing his hands.
He no longer looked like someone forgotten.
[Reputation Check: 2 Confidence]
[Passive Skill Activated: Charisma Aura I – Subtle Influence]
One student stepped back to let him pass. Another offered an awkward, uncertain nod.
Even a few of Dudley's former cronies looked away.
[Reputation Changed: Classmates – From "Neutral" to "Wary Respect"]
[Status Effect: Presence Established]
When Harry entered class, Miss Holloway raised her head from the attendance sheet. Her brows lifted just slightly in surprise.
But she smiled.
"Welcome back, Harry," she said, warm and gentle.
[Relationship Strengthened: Miss Holloway – Affection 5]
[Passive Triggered: Trustworthy Aura – Active]
Harry nodded.
"Thank you, Miss," he replied, walking calmly to his desk.
He no longer flinched. No longer shrank. He had faced monsters. He had built his own hideout. He had seen fire form in his palm, water protect him like armor, and poison bend to his will.
The classroom hummed with the dull rhythm of school life. Pens scratched against paper. A clock ticked lazily above the whiteboard. Miss Holloway walked between rows of desks, her heels soft against the linoleum, as she discussed the Anglo-Saxons.
Harry doodled idly in the margin of his notebook, mind half on the lesson, half on his status screen.
Then it happened.
POP! POP! POP! POP!
The air around him shimmered. Four loud cracks shattered the classroom's silence, like invisible balloons bursting one after the other.
Gasps filled the room. Chairs scraped. Pencils fell.
Four figures in dark cloaks and high-collared uniforms stood in the middle of the classroom, faces half-hidden behind enchanted visors. They moved fast—too fast.
Harry activated his Gamer ability on instinct.
[Observe – Level 3]
Target 1
Name: Alastor R. Dawlish
Class: Auror (Level 37)
Race: Human – Wizard
Target 2
Name: Helena Croft
Class: Auror (Level 34)
Race: Human – Witch
Target 3
Name: Mikhail Graves
Class: Auror (Level 36)
Race: Human – Wizard
Target 4
Name: Camber Yaxley
Class: Auror – Memory Specialist (Level 40)
Race: Human – Wizard
Alert: High-Level Entities Detected!
Warning: Hostile Spellcasting in Progress!
Harry didn't move. He barely breathed.
He watched as two Aurors moved to either side of Miss Holloway, who stood frozen with wide eyes. Her wand appeared from her sleeve, but she didn't raise it. She knew better.
Chains of glowing silver light spiraled into the air.
Spell Cast: Binding Hex – Magical Enforcement Grade
Status Effect: [Bound – Anti-Transformation Chain] applied to: Holloway, S.
[Target Cannot Transform Use Magic Apparate]
A hush fell over the room. The children looked on in frozen terror—no one screamed. No one moved.
Harry tapped [Observe] again on Miss Holloway.
[Observe] – Miss Sarah Holloway
Race: Half-Werewolf (Lycanthropic Carrier)
Class: Teacher Moonborn Witch
Status: Captured – Magical Suppression Active
Reputation: Trusting Protective Desperate
HP: 460 / 560
MP: 0 / 380
Mood: Resigned Ashamed Afraid
Then Camber Yaxley—the Memory Specialist—turned toward the room.
He raised his wand high.
"Obliviate."
A shimmering wave exploded from the tip, rippling through the air like invisible lightning. The students blinked, dazed.
Pens dropped. Heads shook.
Confusion settled like fog.
But Harry stood firm.
[Gamer Immunity: Mental Status Effect – Nullified]
[You resisted the Memory Charm: Obliviate]
You remember everything.
Harry watched as the Aurors vanished one by one, disappearing with silent pops.
And then…
POP!
The final Auror vanished.
Leaving nothing but a chalkboard of Anglo-Saxon words…
… and a classroom of kids rubbing their eyes, murmuring things like:
"Wait… what were we talking about again?"
"Where's Miss Holloway?"
"Was she even in today?"
Even the substitute teacher who stepped in moments later acted as though nothing had happened.
But Harry knew the truth.
He remembered the chains. The magic. The fear in her eyes.
And now…
He wanted answers.
[New Quest Received!]
Title: The Holloway Disappearance
Type: Main Quest – Rare
Objective: Investigate the Aurors who took Miss Holloway.
– Learn more about the Magical Government
– Unlock access to Wizarding Contacts
– Discover truth behind Holloway's arrest
Reward: ? New Skill Reputation Unlock
Penalty: Mission Ignored – Quest Locked Forever
[Quest Timer: Unknown]