Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)

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It's the weekend, so we have permission to go to Hogsmeade.

That means I have a free day without Wanda and Harry, who took the chance to visit Grandma. Mama's little kids.

So, I have the whole day to rest without them, though I don't really know what to do, so I just took a nap by the Black Lake.

I could play, but I was feeling too lazy.

Even if I wanted to spend the day playing, the magical VR pods only allow a maximum of three hours per day.

We still haven't found a suitable battery or power source. For now, the pods consume magic from the environment and the players, but it's not optimal since they only work fully in magical schools.

So, for now, we can't market them or open our own gaming rooms unless it's in a magic hotspot.

We're still researching. We found a couple of rocks that can store magic, but not enough. They're only useful for Luna to summon small pets all day long and that's about it.

"Boss! Here you are!"

"We've been looking for you for hours," the twins said as they arrived.

By the way, I was lying down, watching the clouds by the lake, so it's weird they didn't see me since there were plenty of female students staring at me.

I've already gotten used to it. It's my fault for being this handsome, so I can handle it.

"What do you want? I'm enjoying my parental freedom," I said lazily.

"Remember the game we asked Joseph for?"

"The one where we told him to surprise us."

Joseph is the creative director of the gaming section. He's the best Occlumens and Legilimens we know—he's even scary to look in the eyes because it feels like he knows all your secrets. He's the best game creator in the company.

Especially because he has tons of stories to tell. After all, he was in the war and even worked as a bounty hunter until I found him during a rescue mission a year ago.

A few weeks ago, the twins started pestering him to create a game for them until he finally accepted after finishing his work at the time.

"So, what did he make?" I asked, shaking off my laziness.

"We don't know."

"He didn't tell us."

"We asked him to surprise us."

Their way of talking was making me dizzy, especially since my brain wasn't fully awake. I got up and slapped my cheeks a couple of times.

"Alright, what are we waiting for?" I said with a grin, starting to walk toward the gaming room.

Luckily, I hadn't used my time in the pods yet, so I could play with them.

Which, by the way, had been reduced to just half an hour. But I have some tricks to extend my time as long as Snape doesn't notice.

Though I do have a hidden pod in Hogsmeade, I'm too lazy to go there.

Especially since Wanda and Harry might find out.

After all, the one cleaning that house is Dobby, and for some reason, Wanda convinced him to be her spy.

I don't mind—my spy is Misty, so we're even.

Besides, my Misty is stronger and cooler.

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We arrived so excited that we ignored the Bat's venomous comments and rushed to one of the unoccupied pods.

By the way, the gaming room—now officially named—was pretty dark, so Snape really looked like a life-sized bat. Haha.

When the game started, we found ourselves in a rundown, rotting house, with the roof about to collapse.

"I wonder what this is about," Fred said as he and George rummaged through the furniture.

It's a habit they picked up from playing too much. A problematic habit that has gotten them killed countless times when their pockets were full and they couldn't run.

"There's nothing."

"Nothing here either," they said, disappointed after searching the whole house.

Meanwhile, I noticed some movement outside.

"We've got company," I told them, and the twins got ready.

Before we could say anything, a mob of people stormed in to subdue us.

Even though we couldn't use magic, we put up quite a fight, taking down at least 25 to 30 villagers.

But our bodies in this virtual world were out of shape, so the villagers managed to capture us and tied us up.

"Hahaha! Great! Looks like we're having a feast tonight!" said one of the villagers, seemingly the leader.

An obese man with rotten teeth, looking at us like a piece of meat for his grill. He even started drooling.

"So, we're in a cannibal village," I said, while the twins, instead of being scared, were even more excited about the story.

"Could this have happened in Joseph's life?"

"Maybe that's how he lost one of his fingers."

Their words shocked the villagers, who suddenly seemed more realistic, thanks to the illusion magic technology for the pods improving since the trial request for students started.

Honestly, in just two weeks, everyone has become the perfect test subject/beta tester.

"What's wrong with these guys?"

"They're not scared at all."

"Doesn't matter, take them to the barn and start the fire," the leader ordered.

The villagers dragged us to an old barn full of bones—not all of which seemed to belong to animals.

They tied us to three separate posts and left.

Seeing that we were alone, I spoke.

"Fred, George, look around and see if you have a bone nearby," I whispered, since from the shadows under the door, it seemed like there were one or two guards.

"Escape mission!" Fred said excitedly, starting to search near him.

"Boss, I've got a coccyx. Will that work?" Fred asked, nudging the human bone with his foot.

"Hmm… I don't think so."

"I've got a chewed-up one here. I think this one will work," George said, dragging a gnawed bone toward his post, then sliding to grab it with his hands.

"Great, cut your ropes quickly and free us," I said, watching George act swiftly.

After a few seconds, George managed to untie his hands and feet, then freed us too.

Someone's coming! Put the ropes back like you're still tied up and pretend," I said, returning to the posts so they wouldn't suspect anything.

A single man entered—thin, wearing clothes too big for him. For a cannibal, he didn't seem well-fed. He had a chef's hat and an apron.

"Hello, boys. How would you like to be cooked? Skewered or roasted with an apple in your mouth?" he asked mockingly, approaching Fred with a knife in one hand and a jar of salt in the other.

"Wait, weren't you the one tied up over there?" he asked, pointing at Fred while actually indicating George's spot.

The three of us were surprised since the twins dressed exactly the same. Even I would have trouble telling them apart if not for their magical signature.

Seeing that he was about to scream for the guards, I signaled George and Fred to take him down quickly.

George slipped out of the ropes and threw a bone straight into the man's mouth, while Fred hit him over the head with the coccyx.

"Nice aim, George," I said, watching how precisely he had thrown the bone. "And I guess the coccyx was useful after all," I told Fred, who was now modifying the bone with the cut rope to make a handle.

"Now it's the Coccyx Mace."

"That name sucks, Fred."

"How about Maxis?"

"I don't think so."

While the twins debated the name, I searched for weapons or useful tools.

I didn't find much, so I improvised a crude spear with a stick and a bone.

And a piece of cloth—which was actually the chef cannibal's hat that had dropped.

"Mace Maximus!" they shouted, though it wasn't the best time for that.

"Idiots," I muttered, preparing to fight with my bone spear.

Fred took a stance with his coccyx weapon, and George grabbed two long bones. They looked like human leg bones, but it was better not to say anything.

"I wish these were sharper," George commented.

"Later!" I replied, just as the door swung open and two guards entered wielding knives and forks.

We took them down quickly before they could call for help.

"Why cutlery?" George asked, examining their weapons.

Which were basically a nearly broken knife and a fork made of three twigs tied together.

"Maybe they turned to cannibalism because they didn't have proper hunting tools," Fred said, playing with the fork.

"But…" I pointed to the bones behind us. "They could have used those to make weapons like we did."

"Alright, let's get out of here… Stealth mode," I said, peeking through the door. There was no one around.

We stepped out, and upon reaching the outside, we saw that the village was surrounded by wooden walls.

"We have three options: climb the walls, take down everyone stealthily, or go violent mode," I suggested.

"What's violent mode?" Fred asked.

"Fighting non-stop," I said with a grin.

The twins exchanged glances for a second before shouting,

"Violent mode!" excitedly.

"First, let's get better equipped," I said, heading back into the barn to search for materials.

We made do with bones and wood, mainly to protect our arms and legs. Fred crafted a wooden shield, while George and I preferred mobility, so we skipped the shield.

"They've noticed," I said, hearing the villagers.

"Ready?"

"Yes!"

"Charge!" I shouted, rushing toward the villagers, who wielded rusty weapons but were no match for us.

As we fought, more villagers kept coming—there were around 30 to 40 of them.

It was a tough battle, but we defeated them all with minimal injuries.

After the long fight, we stood victorious—except for one figure in the distance. The chief stood there, holding a massive greatsword adorned with glowing runes, emphasizing its rarity.

"Is that a magic weapon?" George asked, surprised.

Magical weapons in games were an innovation we had created, inspired by Gryffindor's magical combat arts. Since spells still caused real damage, we didn't want students getting hurt, so we focused on a different approach.

That's when we remembered martial arts and the fighting style of Godric Gryffindor, mixing it with physical abilities.

"What runes does it have? Do you know, boss?" Fred asked.

"Dash and Shock. Nice combination," I said excitedly.

"Now's not the time to be excited, boss," the twins said. "We only have bone weapons. I wonder if I can enchant my Mace Maximus."

They discarded their broken bone armor and threw aside Fred's shield, which was now just a chunk of wood.

My spear had broken a while ago, so I swapped it for a spiked club dropped by a villager.

George only had one bone sword left, while in his other hand, he held a rusty, half-broken sword—also a drop.

The only weapon that remained undamaged was the mace Fred had crafted.

"I told you my mace could be a legendary weapon," Fred boasted, while we ignored him.

After a few seconds of silence, George spoke.

"Umm… how much longer do we have to wait?" he asked, looking at the great leader, who was approaching slowly, dragging the massive sword behind him.

"I think he's exhausted," Fred noted, watching how the leader struggled forward, breathing heavily.

"Well, the sword could be pretty heavy," I said, defending the poor cannibal leader a little.

Finally, after a few more moments, the leader reached us.

"You... huff... how dare you... huff... fu... ugrh?" he gasped, trying to catch his breath. In the end, he even threw up, making us take a few steps back.

"Um… I feel kind of bad if we beat him now," George admitted.

"It kind of seems like we're the bad guys in this situation," Fred added.

"Maybe we just need to push him back, and he won't be able to get up," I suggested.

We chatted amongst ourselves while watching the leader struggle to recover his breath…

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