Night 10

Waking up feeling confined and bound, I frowned. And at the same time, I tried to jog my memory, attempting to remember the last thing from yesterday. 'Oh. Right.'

'Evolution.'

I struggled.

'I remember selecting evolving into a Moth and then having an overpowering urge to spit around me?' I began squirming wildly. 'Was that how nature worked? Or was that my instinct telling me what I had to do?' I wiggled my body as much as possible.

'Will that happen every time I evolve?' Will I just know what I had to do when the time came?

Crack.

It seemed that the shell was finally cracking. Abandoning the thought process, I squirmed wildly and was finally able to come out of the shell.

Ting.

[Evolution completed. You have evolved into a Poisonous Forest Moth.]

Ting.

[Evolution bonus of 16 HP has been added to your total Health Points. You have been completely healed.]

Ting.

[Species Title, {Hungry}, lost.]

Ting.

[Skill {Night Vision Lv.1} acquired.]

Ting.

[Skill {Fly Lv.1} acquired.]

Ting.

[Due to the title {Reincarnated}, skill {Fly Lv.1} has evolved into {Fly Lv.6}]

I grinned. '2 new skills and a 16 points of HP bonus? Wow! Just wow!'

With excitement flooding my veins, I focused on the skill, {Fly}.

Ting.

[Gives the user ability to fly. With the increase in level, air time increases.]

Pretty standard, all things considered. I focused on the next skill, {Night Vision}.

Ting.

[Allows the user to see in dark. With increase in level, ability to see in dark increases.]

Again, pretty standard; nodding, I focused on my status.

[Name: Unnamed]

[Species: Poisonous Forest Moth]

[Race(s): Insect]

[Level: 1]

[HP: 121/121]

[MP: -]

[Titles: {Sentient}, {Reincarnated}, {Survivor}]

[Skills: {Crawl Lv.10}, {Molting Lv.3}, {Poison Resistance Lv.7}, {Poison Creation Lv.4}, {Survive Lv.2}, {Sensor Lv.5}, {Pain Resistance Lv.4}, {Trap Lv.2}, {Dig Lv.6}, {Ant's Will Lv.1}, {Observe Lv.1}, {Fly Lv.6}, {Night Vision Lv.1}]

[Spells:-]

I scowled; it seemed that I still didn't have access to my magic. 'That will not do. It most certainly will not.' I focused on the option of MP.

Ting.

[Mana Points unavailable. Your species doesn't have access to Magic.]

'Fuck. You.' My scowl deepened. 'Fuck you and your dickless ancestors blue screen. I am not leaving this hole until I have magic back.'

I closed my eyes and focused on myself.

Though I had been reincarnated and had a new body, even though an insect one, it was still no excuse for not having access to my magic. Magic had nothing to do with the human –or insect- bodies; instead, it had everything to do with souls.

'Souls are the source of one's magic; not the body. And as I have been reincarnated, I have my soul. Very. Much. So.'

'I see no reason why I shouldn't have my magic. I. Should. Have. Access. To. Magic. There was no reasonable excuse for me not having my magic!'

I took a deep breath in and slowly, ever so slowly, let it out. 'If this 'World' is not going to give me my magic back, then I will take it back myself.'

Again I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out.

And with it, I tried to let out my frustration, my irritation, my anger and my grief; my irritation and frustration with myself, for not having my magic; my anger for being reincarnated as an insect, for being betrayed by my wife, for dying itself.

And then my grief, my grief for being betrayed by someone I loved, for losing my love and for losing all those that were my family.

It did not help.

Not.

One.

Bit.

So I took another breath in, taking it as deep as I could, till my tiny chest started to ache. And then slowly, so slowly that my body fought me to let it leave faster, I let it out.

I repeated the process again and again; not willing to agree defeat and, at the same time, not willing to let go of my emotions. I struggled; against my emotions, against my stubbornness and against myself. I still wasn't willing to give up against either of my opponents.

I continued to struggle against them with all my might.

Ting.

[Skill {Meditate Lv.1} acquired.]

The chime sounded in the background but I ignored it. 'All I want now is my magic. And my emotions. I do not need anything else; no blue screens, no chimes, no notifications; no, nothing.'

I felt like I was being pulled in opposite directions; one wanting me to give in to my bullheadedness and let go of my emotions for my magic. Second one, on the other hand, wanted me to give in to my emotions and stop the exercise so I could hold onto my emotions, my grief, my anger, my frustrations and my irritation.

Then there was third side that was pulling me against both the previous ones; the one that wanted me to let go of none of those things; neither my emotions, nor my magic. This third side was me. I knew it was foolish, dangerous even, to keep my emotions but I couldn't just let go.

'No I can't.'

'I just can't.'

I.

Can't!

Let!

GO!

Ting.

[Skill {Meditate Lv.1} has leveled up to {Meditate Lv.2}. While meditating MP regeneration will be increased by 2 MP/Hour.]

The struggle continued and each side continued to pull me in their direction while I tried to pull them to me. 'It isn't working. It isn't working! It isn't working! But I can't give up! No! Not now. Not ever!'

I tried to ignore the struggle, I really did. But whenever I felt my resolve weakening, even a little bit, the two conflicting forces reminded me that they were there as they both tried to overwhelm me, trying to rip me apart. I felt myself stretch to my limits of my sanity and then beyond.

I wasn't sure if I was me anymore.

Ting.

[Skill {Meditate Lv.2} has leveled up to {Meditate Lv.3}. While meditating MP regeneration will be increased by 3 MP/Hour.]

'I can't take it! Not anymore!'

It was too much. My yearnings were ripping me apart and I couldn't do anything about it. 'B-bu-but. B-but. But! But I can't just let go! I can't give in! No, I can't! I just can't give in!'

I felt warmth from somewhere far away; it was my magic, I knew, I just knew. It wasn't anything else. How could it be? I was yearning for it after all. And I could feel it. It was calling me, asking me to come grasp it, embrace it; make it mine.

Ting.

[Skill {Meditate Lv.3} has leveled up to {Meditate Lv.4}. While meditating MP regeneration will be increased by 4 MP/Hour.]

It was coming near me, I could feel it. Slowly and steadily it was coming near me. I knew. I focused on it and pulled at the two other conflicting with all my desire, my yearnings.

They were pulled. Towards me. I almost smiled and we drifted towards the warmth.

Ting.

[Title {Bullheaded} acquired.]

[Title {Bullheaded} grants the skill, {Stubborn Lv.1}]

We were drifting and so was my magic.

I could feel it coming close to me; more and more with each passing moment, and I could feel myself getting more and more close to it. 'Soon, so very soon, we will be close; so very close. I will be able to touch it then, embrace it. I will be able to grasp it in my hands and I will not let it go. Not now. Not ever.'

I continued to drift and so did my magic. We were close, very close. I could almost feel it, touching me, embracing me. I embraced it bac-

I-I c-couldn't embrace it!

I-I cou-couldn't hold it!

My yearnings were holding me back, pulling me from different sides; they were pulling at my hands! 'How have I not noticed that!? How!' I tried to pull at my yearnings, I really, really did, but they just pulled me back! Harder, each time.

They wouldn't let me embrace my magic! But I couldn't just let go!

My magic continued to drift!

It began to drift through me!

I could feel it slipping past me, passing through me! I tried to hold it, I did! But I couldn't! My yearnings were holding my arms back! My emotions were holding me back! They wouldn't let me embrace my magic! But I couldn't just let go of my yearning! My emotions!

Of the two holding me back, one was my desire to have my magic back! It was what had brought my magic to me! I couldn't let it go! If I let it go, my magic would drift away faster than I could even react! I would never have my magic back if I let this one go! I couldn't let this one go! NO! I couldn't!

The other one holding me back was my desire to keep my emotions; my irritations, my frustrations, my anger, my rage and my grief! I couldn't let it go. It was what made me, me! It was my drive! It was me! If I let it go then I would let go my old life; I would let go of myself! I just couldn't do that! I couldn't let this one go! NO! I couldn't!

Ting.

[Skill {Stubborn Lv.1} has leveled up to {Stubborn Lv.2}. The negative modifier has decreased by one. All distractions will now be felt 9 times as stronger.]

I tried, again and again, to pull my magic in me as it passed though me, I did! But I couldn't! I was being held back! And I could do nothing about it! I felt my magic pass through me! 'NO! NO! Don't go! Come back! Come back to me! Please come back! Please come back to me!'

I called and I called and I called but it drifted through me and continued to drift. I felt my heart wrench. I felt hate unlike any other bubble in me. I felt disgust begin to take root in me. I felt all that and I felt even more.

…

…

But I didn't care.

I couldn't care less.

I had lost my magic.

Nothing I had done had let me keep my magic.

Nothing.

Ting.

[You have gained the title {Depressed}. All your skills will be 20% less effective.]

I opened my eyes, defeated, alone and sad.

And so, very alone.

I couldn't get my magic.

I couldn't get my magic when I was so close. So. Very! CLOSE!

Anger, no, not anger! Rage! Rage bubbled in me!

"GYAAAAAAAH!" I screeched as I thrashed around.

Ting.

[-3 HP]

I hit my head on the ground in rage! I couldn't take it! Not when it was so close! So very close! I couldn't! Why! Why could I not! WHY!

Ting.

[-3 HP]

Ting.

[-4 HP]

Ting.

[-2 HP]

Ting.

[-1 HP]

Ting.

[-5 HP]

Ting.

[-3 HP]

Ting.

[-4 HP]

Ting.

[-1 HP]

Ting.

[-5 HP]

Ting.

[-2 HP]

Ting.

[-3 HP]

Ting.

[-1 HP]

I gasped; my breaths coming in short.

My anger and my rage had faded away. It had faded away with each punishment I gave myself. That I so very much deserved.

And now all that was left was numbness. Cold numbness and nothing else.

I looked down at myself. My body was bruised and my limbs battered.

I looked at the cluster of notifications. I had gathered quite a bit in my rage.

There were quite a bit of windows notifying me of my HP loss. I checked my HP, it read [HP: 85/121], a total loss of 36 points to be precise.

There was time when I would have died at the loss of so much HP. Huh. It would have made me laugh at one point. Not now though.

I looked down at my body and frowned; I did that to myself.

And then there was the notification about {Depressed}. I scowled at that but focused on it nonetheless.

Ting.

[You allow your negativity to fester. All skills output is reduced by 20%.]

My scowl deepened and I pursed my lips as my temper flared. 'I do not let my negativity fester. I just died! Died! Dead! Cold like Ice I was! DEAD for Good! What do you expect of me blue screen! WHAT! To forget it and dance about because I was killed by newlywed wife! What do you expect me to do! Do you expect me to be fucking happy about it and throw a party! What. DO. YOU! WANT!'

I gasped.

I gasped and I panted.

My anger had gotten the better of me again. It had gotten better of me even through the cold numbness that had surrounded me earlier.

I took a breath in.

A deep one.

Then I took another.

And I repeated it.

I repeated it again and again.

Slowly, with every passing breadth, I calmed myself and dismissed the screen. It did not matter.

After it came the notification about the Title [Bullheaded] and the Skill {Stubborn Lv.2}. I focused on the skill, as it came first.

Ting.

[The skill stops all distractions from disturbing you as you focus. You won't feel pain, hunger, sleepiness or tiredness for as long as it works. But when it stops, all distractions will be felt x9 times as stronger and for as long as the skill had been active. No time limit.]

A good skill, I guessed. But I was too tired emotionally and too battered physically to care. So I dismissed the screen and focused on the next one, the title [Bullheaded].

Ting.

[You work on your own terms, even when your terms are foolish. Grants skill {Stubborn Lv.1}]

I scowled at the screen but I didn't have any energy left in me justify my choice. So, tiredly, I dismissed the screen and focused on the next ones. They were a bunch of notifications about a skill level up. I focused on the last one that notified about the skill leveling up to {Meditate Lv.4}.

Ting.

[MP regeneration, while meditating, increases by 4MP/Hour.]

I didn't even have the energy to scowl at the screen. I did not have any MP, let alone MP regeneration. What good was this skill?

Closing the screen, I used {Molting} to heal the wounds that I had inflicted on myself and laid down to sleep. I was too emotionally exhausted to do anything else.

Ting.

[- 48 HP]

Night 11

I woke up, feeling exhausted, but a lot less tired than when the last time I had been awake.

Still, the first thing that I felt was the burn in my belly, which was threatening to melt off my stomach.

Way too hungry –and tired- to dig my way all the way to surface, I dug into the only thing edible in the hole, the cocoon shell out of which I had crawled out.

Ting.

[You have consumed The Gift.]

Ting.

[You have Leveled Up! Level up bonus of +1 HP granted.]

'What. The. Heck. What the hell is this 'Gift'? And whose gift? And to whom? Was it my cocoon? If it was, then why did I gain a level for eating that bogus thing?'

I shook my head in disappointment; so many questions, yet, so few answers.

A soft sigh escaped me. I have way too important things to worry about, than to bother thinking about some random mysterious gift.' The foremost being, had I done the right thing? In keeping my emotions?

'And In letting go of my magic?' A tiny thought whispered unhelpfully.

'I. Didn't. Let. Go. Of. My. Magic.' I thought back hotly. 'I tried my best to keep it!'

'That's not true.' The same tiny thought seemed to whisper back. 'I let my magic go.'

'I. Did. Not. Let. Go. Of! My! Magic!'I screamed at the thought; not wanting it to be right. Not accepting that it was right.

'I could have let go my emotions.' It whimpered from somewhere. It sounded tiny and afraid. Good. 'Is my self-pity more important than to me, than my magic?'

'I did not let go of my magic!' I growled, angry. 'I had no choice!'

'I had a choice.' It murmured back, scared. 'I just chose wrong.'

'That's not true. That's not true! THAT'S NOT TRUE!'

'But it is.' It whimpered back. 'Even the blue screen had said that.'

I sat there stunned and defeated.

That small thought was right, wasn't it? I had made the wrong decision. I had wanted to keep both my desires, but in trying to do so, I had inevitably let go of one of them; the most important one. I had let go of magic.

'I-is it really my f-fault?'

My emotions weren't more important than my magic; instead they were doing nothing but hurting me. I should have let go of them. But in my madness, I had forgotten that.

I sighed and closed my eyes as just a single word reverberated through my being, answering my question.

'Yes.'

Suppressing the thoughts that emerged, alongside that one word, I activated the skill {Meditate}.

With my thoughts pounding against my being, wanting to be heard, I took a deep breath and slowly let it go. With it, I tried to let go of my emotions, my sorrows and my grief.

It didn't work.

I resisted myself and took another deep breath in, as deep as I could, and slowly, ever so slowly, I let it go. And with it, I slowly began to let go of my emotions; my grief, my sorrow, my anger and my rage. I let it all go.

It was slow.

So very sluggish.

So incredibly, excruciatingly and horribly unhurried.

Yet, it was there.

And I felt it. I felt it move as it began to ebb away.

I felt as the emotions continued to slowly ebb away from me, leisurely drifting away from me; leaving me feeling emptier and vacant inside. It was like feeling life drip away from you, drop by drop. It left me feeling hollow and, surprisingly, unburned and unburdened.

Little by little, all my negativity ebbed away. It took a long fucking time but it did.

All my sorrows were gone. All my rage had vanished. The feeling of betrayal and treachery disappeared. The frustrations and the irritations departed. I felt like I had unloaded a great burden that I didn't know I had been carrying.

Ting.

[Skill {Meditate Lv.4} has leveled up to {Meditate Lv.5}. While meditating MP regeneration will be increased by 5 MP/Hour.]

It was then that I felt it, my magic, drifting away from me. Going on and on in the direction opposite to me.

I yearned for it and, as if in answer, I was pulled; pulled towards it. This time there was no confusion, no pull from the other side, no struggle. It was a smooth transition from opening my eyes to moving, closer and closer to my magic, my movement fueled by my desires and yearning.

I inched closer, closer to my magic; free and unburdened, I moved closer. I stretched my hands, unbound by my yearnings, and I called. It didn't answer and continued to inch away. It continued to drift but so did I. 'I will soon be close. I will soon be able to touch it; embrace it. I will soon be able to make it mine again.'

I smiled; I was close, so close. And this time I will not let go of it. I. Will. Not!

Stretching my hands, as far as I could, I moved closer and my fingers brushed against the soft warmth that was my magic. My smiled blossomed into something much more and much pure as it warmth seemed into me. I embraced it, hugging it and not letting go. I held onto it, bringing it closer to me and making it mine.

Ting.

[Title {Depressed} has been lost. You are no longer affected by your negative emotions.]

And then warmth blossomed in me; flowing through my veins, embracing me, making me it's.

Ting.

[Magic has been unlocked.]

Ting.

[22 Points of Mana gained.]

Ting.

[Title {Reincarnation} has come into effect.]

Ting.

[Title gained, {Master of Death}.]

Ting.

[Skill acquired {Invisibility Lv.1}.]

Ting.

[Skill acquired {Rise Lv.1}.]

Ting.

[Blood inherited Skill {Animagus Lv.1} acquired.]

Ting.

[Skill acquired {Beast Tamer Lv.1}.]

Ting.

[Skill acquired {Occlumens Lv.7}.]

Ting.

[Skill acquired {Leglimens Lv.2}.]

Ting.

[Skill acquired {Apparate Lv.6}.]

Ting.

[Spell List Inherited.]

Ting.

[Inherited Spell List: {Lumos Lv. Max}]

[{Expelliarmus Lv. 10}, {ExpectoPatronum Lv. 10}, {Protego Lv.10}, {Nox Lv.10}]

[{Reparo Lv.9}, {Incendio Lv.9}, {Aguamenti Lv.9}, {Stupefy Lv.9}, {Episkey Lv. 9}, {Immobulus Lv.9}]

[{Lumos Maximus Lv. 8}, {Confundo Lv. 8}, {Fianto Duri Lv. 8}, {Protego Maxima Lv. 8}, {Repello Inimicum Lv. 8}]

[{Accio Lv.7}, {Bombarda Lv.7}]

[{Petrificus Totalus Lv.6}], {Diffindo Lv.6}]

[{Reducto Lv.5}, {Wingardium Leviosa Lv. 5}, {Transfugiration Lv.5}]

[{Silencio Lv.4}, {Glacius Lv.4},]

[{Confringo Lv.3}, {Alohomora Lv.3}]

[{Sectum Sempra Lv.2}, {Imperio Lv.2}, {Muffliato Lv.2}]

[{Crucio Lv.1}]

Ting.

[All Inherited Spells follow the following path.]

[Level 1-4: Need a magical focus and large Mana Cost.]

[Level 5-8: Need a magical focus but cost will bereduced.]

[Level 9-Max: Do not need a magical focus.]

I gaped at the numerous notifications, which popped up as soon as I gained my magic back, before a grin plastered itself on my face. Most of these skills were the one that I thought I had lost. But of course not! I didn't have my magic until now, so of course, I didn't have most of my skills!

My grin widened even more when I read the last 4 notifications. 'I can use magic without a wand!'

I laughed. 'I can use magic without a wand! Without a wand!'

That was awesome! Hands sown the best thing that happened to me since I was reborn here!

Still grinning, I checked out the list of spells. It wasn't great but it wasn't bad either. Though, at the moment, the spells I could use were few. There were a few offensive spells! 'Finally I have something to attack with.'

Still, grinning I checked the cost of the spells. Lumos and Nox had a cost of 10 MP; Expelliarmus and Protego had the cost of 20 MP; Reparo, Incendio, Episkey, Immobulus and Aguamenti, 30 MP; Stupefy, 40 MP while Patronus charm had the cost of 50 MP. And so on.

My grin fell and a scowl took its place. I couldn't use most of these spells as I was now. I didn't even have enough MP!

Ting.

[Skill {Night Vision Lv.1} has leveled up to {Night Vision Lv.2}. Your ability to see in night has increased.]

I dismissed the notification; it wasn't important at the moment.

What was important was improving my MP. And if it increased anything like HP, then I should get 1 MP increase per level. That meant I had to at least level up 10 times before I could use most of my usable spells; and more importantly, the spell, {Episky Lv.9}. 'If my hunch is right, this should be a very good skill.'

I focused on the spell.

Ting.

[It heals flesh and ligaments but not bones; restores HP 5 times the skill level. Current restoration: 45 points of HP.]

I grinned at the description. 'Finally a way to restore my HP!'

Still grinning, I continued on with the rest of the notifications. Before I came across something that made me frown. Apparate, Leglimens and Occlumens were all listed as skills rather than spells though they all consumed 50 MP.

Why was that? Why were they listed as skills rather than spells? Was it because they did not need a focus? Was that it? But then, Leglimens could be cast by wand and was, usually, cast with a wand. I sighed. I did not know how this stupid blue screen worked.

Still sighing, I dropped that line of thought and focused on the next window, {Beast tamer Lv. 1}.

Ting.

[You can tame an un-evolved and non-sentient creature of level ((X-1)x10), where X is the Level of the skill. Current level of creature that can be tamed: Level 1.]

Wha-How? How did I gain this skill? I never tamed any bea-

'Oh. Buckbeak. Right. And maybe Hedwig too.' Next I focused on {Animagus Lv.1}.

Ting.

[Inherited Skill. Allows you to turn into your spirit animal. No time limit.]

'Eh? Inherited skill? What does that mean? And How did I get it? I don't remember ever trying to be an Animagus. Wai- Inherited? Does that mean I get it from my dad?' Shaking my head, I ignored the thought process. It was not like I was going to get an answer anyway.

With another thought, I focused on the next skill, the one granted by the title [Master of Death], {Rise Lv.1}.

Ting.

[Granted by the title, {Master of Death}. Allows you to call the wraiths of the Dead. Cost 200 MP per call. Wraith can only exist for X minutes, where X being the skill Level. Current time limit: 1 Minute.]

I expected as much; it was nothing I didn't know. So I focused on the next skill, {Invisibility Lv.1}.

Ting.

[Granted by the title, {Master of Death}. Allows you to turn completely invisible. Cost 100 MP per activation. No time limit. Invisibility cannot be broken.]

I gaped at the cost. For {Rise} I could understand the cost of 200 MP, after all, it was raising the dead. 'But a 100 MP cost for simple {Invisibility} spell? That is just absurd! Just absurd! Even if it is True Invisibility, that cost is way too high! Why was the cost so fucking high?!'

And just how am Suppose to use it anyway? I had a mere 21 points of MP. 21. Fucking. Points!

I tooke a deep breath in.

And gently let it out.

Calm down. No need to get angry. I will be able to use it when I evolve next time; only if my MP increases like my HP that is. 'Still, why is the cost so high? Is it because it can't be broken? But then what does that even mean?'

Shaking my head at the absurdity, I dismissed the window and focused on the title, {Master of Death}.

Ting.

[Grants 2 skills {Invisibility Lv.1} and {Rise Lv.1}. Also, for each level gained in any Spell, 2 levels are added.]

I gaped at the description! It was the next best thing to not needing the wand!

Still. What does the second part mean? Was the last part supposed to fill in for the Elder wand? The effects of the Stone and the Cloak had been replaced by the skills so it did make some kind of sense in a strange roundabout way. Still, it was way too good to be true.

But I grinned nonetheless. Magic was just so awesome!

I continued to read the descriptions of the rest of my skills when I remembered that I should probably go back to the surface. I frowned. Just how much time has passed? And how much HP did I have left after my tantrum and the subsequent use of {Molting}?

Not much I would guess.

Indeed, I had little more than half my HP left. Sighing, I called up my status.

[Name: Unnamed]

[Species: Poisonous Forest Moth]

[Race: Insect]

[Level: 2]

[HP: 74/122]

[MP: 22/22]

[Titles: {Sentient}, {Reincarnated}, {Survivor}, {Bullheaded}, {Master of Death}]

[Skills: {Trap Lv.2}, {Poison Resistance Lv.7}, {Crawl Lv.10}, {Poison Creation Lv.4}, {Pain Resistance Lv.4}, {Sensor Lv.5}, {Dig Lv.6}, {Molting Lv.3}, {Survive Lv.2}, {Ant's Will Lv.1}, {Observe Lv.1}, {Fly Lv.6}, {Night Vision Lv.2}, {Stubborn Lv.2}, {Meditate Lv.5}, {Animagus Lv.1}, {Beast Tamer Lv.1}, {Occlumens Lv.7}, {Leglimens Lv.2}, {Apparate Lv.6}, {Invisibility Lv.1}, {Rise Lv.1}]

[Spells: {Lumos Lv. Max}, {Expelliarmus Lv. 10}, {ExpectoPatronum Lv. 10}, {Protego Lv.10}, {Reparo Lv.9}, {Incendio Lv.9}, {Aguamenti Lv.9}, {Stupefy Lv.9}, {Episkey Lv. 9}, {Immobulus Lv.9}, {Lumos Maximus Lv.8}, {Confundo Lv.8}, {Fianto Duri Lv. 8},{Protego Maxima Lv. 8}, {Repello Inimicum Lv.8}, {Accio Lv.7}, {Bombarda Lv.7}, {Petrificus Totalus Lv.6}, {Diffindo Lv.6}, {Reducto Lv.5}, {Wingardium Leviosa Lv. 5}, {Transfugiration Lv.5}, {Silencio Lv.4}, {Glacius Lv.4}, {Confringo Lv.3}, {Alohomora Lv.3}, {Sectum Sempra Lv.2}, {Imperio Lv.2}, {Muffliato Lv.2}, {Crucio Lv.1}]

I gave my status an onceover and decided to sleep to recover the rest of my HP.

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