Bab 98: Chapter 95
"And she's not alone. There are many wizarding families that are very old but aren't all that financially stable. Purebloods aren't all just rolling in old money. A lot of them work really hard for their living and most of the taxes they pay go towards funding free education for muggleborn kids who usually don't even need it."
Harry opened his mouth to protest that quite a few muggleborns needed it.
"I'm not saying that it's wrong Harry, or that it should be stopped," she said, seeing him about to say something, "I'm just saying that the scholarship should be more case-by-case based. And that it should be offered to all wizarding students who need it, not just muggleborns."
"How did this even get passed? I mean, it's clearly not equal nor unbiased." Harry questioned. He was eleven, and he could see holes in that law.
Susan shrugged. "I don't know, but what I do know is that while a lot of people in the traditionalistic side are blood supremacists, for most people in the Neutral side it's never been about blood. It's been about equality. About making the scales stay in balance and not tip either way."
"You should definitely be a politician," Harry commented after a moment's silence, "And I mean that as the best of compliments."
"I have to. Heiress Bones remember?" Susan reminded, bringing up her hand to show Harry her finger, upon which was her Heiress ring.
"Well, any political system would be richer with someone as passionate about equality as you are." Harry complimented, making Susan blush. They danced in silence for a few more minutes before they both retired from the floor and went separate ways after some small pleasantries.
Harry walked out of the ballroom to get some peace and quiet, all the while thinking about what he'd talked to Susan about.
The laws were geared to be too favorable towards the muggleborns at this point, making the wizardborns resentful of newer people who ended up getting much more benefits in the world than they did.
And when they attempted to set stuff back into balance, they usually ended up pushing the scales too much in favor of wizardborns, making muggleborns resentful in turn.
It was almost as if the entire system was rigged to destabilize any form of equality and stability. There was a serious problem with the wizarding government that needed to be fixed.
Lost in thought, Harry stopped when he suddenly realized that he'd come upon the end of a corridor. Looking up, he saw a massive, non-moving portrait of a regal looking woman seated on a massive gilded throne.
She wore an embroidered dress that would have looked gaudy on any other, but just looked beautiful on her. In one hand she held a silver staff with rubies and emeralds in it and with the other she held her delicate looking wand. Her face bore a haughty look, as if she dismissed anyone who admired the portrait as unworthy of her attention.
There was a plaque under the portrait. Harry read it.
Morgana Le Fay
The oldest known ancestor of the Malfoy family, Morgana Le Fay was a famed enchantress and magical arts practitioner of her times. Born and raised in France, she is one of the most powerful witches to ever live. She was believed to have passed away in the early 3rd century, but much like her famous rival, Myrrdin, her grave has never been found.
A wavering voice spoke from beside him.
"She was a sight to behold wasn't she?" Harry looked to see who it was.
A really old looking woman with a cane had come up to stand beside him. "It's good to see people as young as you interested in the history of our kind. Ever since that imbecile Binns has started teachi…"
Harry wasn't listening to her. Something had clicked in his mind while reading the plaque.
"Morgana Le Fay" Harry whispered, making the connection with Ravenclaw's clue that he had uncovered from the Room of Requirement.
The Most Maleficent of the Fae . . . Morgana the Fae.
Back at Hogwarts, a few days after New Year's day, all the students had arrived back from the vacation and life resumed as normal for the students of Hogwarts. Except for our Harry Potter.
Sitting in his four-poster bed with the curtains drawn, Harry finished writing all the stuff he knew about the founders in a notebook. Stuffing it into his inventory, he decided to go for a small grinding session. It had been a while since he'd leveled up.
He did some calculations in his head. He needed just below 20,000 exp to get his new level up. Killing all those zombies before a legion zombie formed gave him roughly 10,000 exp and the legion zombie gave him 5000 exp. So if he killed two legions and all the smaller ones, he'd easily get a level up.
Nodding to himself, he grabbed Hedwig, dropped into an empty ID and ran all the way to the Forbidden Forest, before dropping out of the ID and releasing the phoenix to go play with the animals in the forest.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Harry prepared himself to fight and clearly intoned, "ID Create: Zombies."
The sky turned red and all the noise of the wildlife around him ceased.
He quickly equipped the appropriate title.
Apprentice Zombie killer- 30% greater attack and defence when dealing with the undead. +5 to all stats when dealing with the undead.
He pulled out Gandiva from his inventory, notching a fire arrow and prepared to roast some undead flesh.
Hearing a rustle behind him, he swiftly turned and let an arrow fly. While his accuracy wasn't exactly top-notch, the zombies were coming at him from all directions. Thus, whichever way the arrow went, it ripped through a bunch of zombies.
Harry let out a wave of fire towards one side and used his geomancy powers fill the ground with spikes on his other side, clearing out scores worth of zombies at the cost of a significant portion of his mana.
He looked around and saw an entire army full of zombies hobbling towards him from behind a group of trees. Popping a few pieces of chocolate into his mouth to refill some of his mana and dropping Gandiva back into ring form onto his finger, he prepared another one of his moves.
Activating his unicorn boost perk, he ran full speed straight through the ranks of the limping zombies, with his hands spewing fire like hoses, burning dozens of zombies into crisps. Repeating the same move again and again, he cleaned the area of all zombies before popping some more chocolate into his mouth and setting off towards the rest of the forest to comb it for stragglers. With the 30% damage boost that his title gave him, he was unstoppable.
Soon, the entire area was cleared of zombies and Harry set off towards the clearing near the Black lake to kill his first legion zombie, which was level 34.
Knowing he could easily kill it, Harry set a challenge for himself. He decided not to use any wandless or wand magic this time, but only his bow. He really needed to level up his Archery skill to a higher accuracy and he really wanted to try out some types of trick arrows he'd thought of in his spare time.
Pulling out Gandiva, he watched from the top of a nearby tree as the Legion Zombie formed and stood to its full height. Steadying his breath, he took careful aim. This accuracy of his first shot would be essential for the rest of the fight.
Steadying his breath, he let go of the bowstring. The fire arrow flew through the air like a deadly missile and lodged itself into its target…the Achilles tendon of the Legion.
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