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  Snow bnketed the forest in a shimmering hush, turning the world into a tapestry of white, silver, and muted greens. It was now well into November 1988, and the once gentle flurries had intensified, piling drifts outside the wolves' den. The crisp air carried scents differently, making even the simplest movement crackle with crity. Within this fragile silence, Harry felt more alive than ever.

  He stepped gingerly into the clearing around the den, the snow crunching softly beneath the crude hide boots he had fashioned. A week had passed since he'd cimed the "Skill Creator" ability from the Gacha, and in that time, everything had changed. The wolves—Selyria, Luna, and his nine sister-pups—remained his steadfast family. But Harry himself felt no longer like a fragile wisp. He had grown stronger. The system's influence on his body had been remarkable, and the steady nourishment and practice had finally removed his malnourishment debuff.

  That morning, he had awakened to a symphony of chimes and notifications in his mind:

  [Status Update!][Debuff Removed: Malnourishment][Level Up! Level Up! Level Up! ... Current Level: 12]

  He marveled at how easily the system quantified his growth. Each level had brought a surge of strength, perception, endurance, and other attributes. He felt heavier in a good way, more substantial, as if he finally belonged in his own skin. Gone were the skeletal outlines of ribs beneath his flesh; while he was still small for his age, his body no longer screamed of starvation and neglect. Instead, he could stand tall—well, as tall as a tiny boy among giant wolves—proud that he could hold his own.

  After verifying his improvements, he had opened his Status screen to see the results:

  Name: Harry James Potter (The Abandoned Pup)Title: THE GAMER (Active)Race: Human (Suppressed Magical Core)Age: 8 (Physically ~4)Level: 12HP: Significantly ImprovedMP: ??? (Restricted by remaining bindings)Condition:

  Healthy,Warm,Well-Fed

  Curses:

  9x Magical Bindings (1 broken),Horcrux

  Perks:

  Gamer's Mind,Gamer's Body,Empathy,Observe (Lv.?),Resource Analysis,Herbal Medicine Crafting,Primitive Tailoring,Skill Creator

  Skills:

  Cooking (MAX),Cleaning (MAX),Gardening (MAX),Sewing (MAX),Stealth (Novice),Foraging (Novice),Herbal Remedies (Basic),Firestarting (Novice),and more...

  Attributes (S.P.E.C.I.A.L.): Greatly Improved from BaseSystem Coins: 50Inventory:

  Multiple useful crafted items,herbs,hides

  The biggest shock had been seeing that a binding had broken from his magical core. He wasn't entirely sure when it had happened—perhaps during one of his moments of intense concentration, or maybe when he'd tried to summon more strength to carry heavier loads of meat or furs. But something had snapped inside him, and his magic, previously a trickle, now felt like a rushing stream. The system noted that his mana had grown eightfold in size. He still didn't have free access to all of it, thanks to nine remaining bindings, but the difference was extraordinary. He could feel magic humming in his veins, whispering under his skin.

  Harry took a deep breath, watching his exhation form a wispy cloud in the icy air. The pups—Ilfa, Myrren, Taris, Eriwen, Selune, Aylin, Nythra, Vaerya, and Corlys—bounded around him, sinking their paws into snowbanks and flicking powdery crystals into the air with joyous abandon. They were vibrant and full of energy, their fluffy winter coats insuting them from the cold. He loved each of them dearly and considered them his sisters, though he knew he was different—human, not wolf. He felt duty-bound to protect them, even though they far outstripped him in strength and skill.

  He had once tried using "Observe" on the pups and Luna to gauge their levels, but the result had been baffling. The system dispyed question marks or nothing at all. He could only guess, and based on their casual strength and the ease with which they pinned him to the ground in py-fights, he theorized that the pups must be around Level 500 each. Luna, who was more composed and regal, must be at least Level 800 or more. It was a staggering thought—he was level 12, which he considered a great achievement, yet to these wolves, he was still a delicate little thing.

  The wolves knew their strength differences far better than he did. Whenever he managed to pin one of the pups or push them over in a mock tussle, he'd feel so proud, so mighty—only to see Luna watching from the sidelines, a knowing, amused gleam in her golden eyes. They were humoring him, letting him think he was strong. Yet the pups never corrected him; they never shattered his illusions. Instead, they rewarded his earnest efforts with pyful nips and gentle yips, as if encouraging him to keep improving. It never occurred to Harry that he was truly so weak compared to them. He believed wholeheartedly he was growing strong enough to protect his family, and they allowed him this comforting belief.

  Harry didn't know that his own ignorance was a kindness. His confidence soared each day he trained and learned. He had carved out some wooden spears, practiced throwing them at snow-den bushes to improve his aim. He even tried using his newly freed portion of magic, though he barely understood how. He focused, imagining warmth radiating from his palm—and though no fire appeared, he felt a strange tingle. The system might record this as repeated attempts, eventually granting him some form of magical ability once he overcame more of his bindings.

  Unbeknownst to Harry, far away in a different part of Engnd, in a small, cozy office lined with books and delicate instruments, Albus Dumbledore frowned at a rge silver contraption. The old wizard wore half-moon gsses and a concerned expression. His device, which he cimed monitored the health and well-being of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, had given off an odd fluctuation. Dumbledore pressed a long finger to his lips, muttering, "Strange. The boy's condition... Perhaps he's ill? Or maybe the wards around Privet Drive need recalibration."

  He had assumed Harry was safe with his Muggle retives, never suspecting that they had abandoned the child in a forest to die. Dumbledore rarely doubted himself—he was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the leader of the so-called Light, the one who had maniputed the course of wizarding Britain for decades. If something deviated from his pns, he tended to bme external factors, never his own oversight. He dismissed the odd reading as a minor sickness and decided to do nothing for now. The boy needed to remain a pawn on the chessboard, primed to defeat Dark Lords in Dumbledore's narrative of the "Greater Good."

  Across the ocean, in the United States under MACUSA's jurisdiction, Dumbledore was known under various unsavory nicknames like "Maniputive Old Goat." He would be arrested on sight if he ever tried to set foot there. His reputation as a schemer and maniputor was well-known internationally, though Britain's Wizarding World was rgely ignorant. In his arrogance, Dumbledore believed he had crafted a perfect persona of grandfatherly kindness. He never considered that his web of lies and schemes would fail him one day.

  Meanwhile, Harry ughed as Nythra and Myrren knocked him into a snow drift, their tails wagging as they mimicked a hunting lesson they'd learned from Selyria. Harry tried to pin Myrren down, grunting as he used all his strength. He succeeded—only because Myrren allowed it. The pup whined pyfully, acting defeated. Harry grinned broadly, chest puffed out with pride. From a distance, Luna watched with a bemused twinkle in her eye. He was so earnest, so determined to protect them, yet so far from understanding how outmatched he truly was.

  Still, Harry's growth could not be denied. He felt the eightfold increase in his mana reserves thrumming beneath his skin. He searched the system for more details.

  [Magic Status:Magical Core: Partially Unbound (1/10 Bindings Removed)MP Increased x8

  Warning: Further Bindings Detected. 9 Remain. Each Binding Restricts Access to Full Magic Potential.]

  He wondered who had pced these bindings on him. The system records suggested a "Dumbledore" had done it, though Harry had no memory of such a person. It listed the bindings as curses. He knew what curses were from reading tooltips in the system. He also had that strange Horcrux thing inside him, something that didn't sound good at all. In time, he would need to find a way to remove these constraints. For now, he had to focus on building strength and knowledge. He had the Skill Creator ability—maybe in the future, he could craft skills to break curses or break bindings.

  Encouraged by his newfound vigor, Harry set himself a small project. He wanted to test his magic more concretely. He had Firestarting at Novice level, gained from his attempts at creating sparks with flint stones. What if he combined Firestarting, Resource Analysis, and Herbal Remedies to create something like "Alchemical Fire," a skill that could produce a controlled fme enhanced by certain resinous herbs? He had tried combining skills before to create new ones, thanks to Skill Creator's synergy.

  He gathered a few resin-heavy pinecones and dried moss from his inventory. He pced them on a ft stone near the den's entrance. The pups watched with curiosity, circling around him. Harry breathed slowly, focusing on the pinecones. He "Observed" them carefully:

  [Observe Lv.?: Pinecone – Resinous material, fmmable, can be used as tinder or infused with certain herbs to create slow-burning fire starters.]

  Now he tried mixing in a bit of dried herb that he knew from Herbal Remedies had warming properties. He ground it between two stones, releasing a faint spicy scent. He then brought his hands together near the mixture and whispered under his breath, trying to focus on igniting the material. He visualized sparks of magic, the eightfold mana he now possessed. He felt a gentle warmth in his fingertips, but no visible fme sparked.

  One of the pups, Eriwen, cocked her head as if asking, "What are you doing?" Harry smiled softly and shrugged. "Just experimenting," he said quietly, though he knew they didn't understand his words. Still, Empathy told him they sensed his intent: he was trying something new, something interesting.

  He repeated the attempt several times, calling upon his Firestarting skill and trying to merge it with Resource Analysis. Finally, after several minutes of concentration, the system chimed:

  [Skill Combination Successful!New Skill Created: Primitive Alchemy (Novice) – By combining Firestarting, Resource Analysis, and Herbal Remedies, you can craft rudimentary alchemical fire starters and simple concoctions that harness natural properties.]

  Harry beamed. No fme had appeared spontaneously, but he had formed a skill that might lead to that in the future. Perhaps if he developed Primitive Alchemy further, he could brew potions or create salves that produced heat.

  Satisfied for now, he put away his materials into his Inventory and pyed with the pups in the snow. He noticed that while he felt stronger, they still dominated any physical contest. He no longer felt weak, but he recognized he had an enormous gap to overcome.

  Later that day, he decided to explore the forest's edge. With winter's arrival, prey might be scarcer. He wanted to help gather resources. The wolves allowed him to roam a short distance, always sending a pup or two to watch over him. Today it was Taris and Corlys, who trotted beside him as he searched for edible roots or berry patches that might still bear fruit under the snow.

  As he searched, he marveled at how quiet and serene the world seemed. The system interface blended seamlessly with his daily life now. He would "Observe" a patch of moss, then "Forage" it, then "Analyze" it, attempting to find some synergy that would yield new skills or information. Every action he took further integrated him with the forest, shaping him into a being of survival and subtle magic.

  A sudden cracking of a branch made him look up sharply. Taris and Corlys raised their heads too, ears alert. A rge shape moved in the distance. Harry's heart raced. It looked like a boar, massive and bristling, its tusks sharp as knives. The pups tensed, stepping protectively in front of Harry. He knew he shouldn't challenge such a beast directly. He tried "Observe" on it:

  [Observe: Frost Tusker Boar (Estimated Level: ???) – A highly territorial creature adapted to winter conditions. Dangerous when threatened.]

  Harry swallowed. Level unknown. Definitely too strong. He backed away slowly, gesturing for the pups to do the same. The boar snorted, pawing the ground. It watched them, but did not charge. Perhaps they hadn't crossed into its immediate territory. After a tense moment, Harry and the pups slipped away, retracing their steps back to the den.

  When they returned, Luna and Selyria were waiting. Luna's eyes flicked over Harry, noting his startled expression. She stepped forward, sniffing him, and Harry felt a calm, reassuring presence. He tried to convey with his tone and gestures that they had encountered something rge and dangerous. The wolves seemed to understand. Selyria let out a low huff, as if acknowledging the danger. Harry realized again how little he could protect his sisters against real threats right now. He vowed to grow stronger.

  He ate a hearty meal that evening—some smoked fish he had prepared and kept in his Inventory. With his Sewing (MAX) skill, he had crafted a smoke-curing rack outside the den weeks ago, preserving fish and small game. He considered how to improve it further. Perhaps he could integrate Herbal Remedies and Cooking to create medicinal broths that increased vitality. The system would surely reward such ingenuity.

  After dinner, he sat near the den's entrance, wrapped in fur clothing, his breath forming small clouds. Snow continued to drift zily. The pups curled up against him, sharing warmth. He checked his Status again, admiring his Level 12 and increased attributes. Just a week ago, he was barely surviving; now he was thriving.

  Harry contempted the broken magical binding. If this was the smallest and easiest to break, what would happen as he freed more of them? His mana might become immense. Would he gain spells, elemental magic, the ability to communicate with his wolf family more directly? He yearned for it. He wanted to heal them if they were hurt, shield them from harm, and maybe even help them hunt more efficiently. His dreams soared high.

  In a distant tower, Dumbledore re-examined his device, frowning again at the odd readings. He considered visiting Privet Drive to check on Harry, but then shrugged it off. The boy's supposed retives might just be neglecting him a bit, which suited Dumbledore's pns. A downtrodden Harry would be easier to manipute ter. He never considered that Harry might be forging alliances far stronger than the flimsy ties of blood retions with the Dursleys.

  Dumbledore's arrogance and apathy sealed his ignorance. He knew nothing of the white forest where Harry learned to love, to trust, and to grow strong. He did not know that every passing day chipped away at the chains he had pced on Harry's magic. He remained secure in his delusions, thinking himself infallible.

  Back in the den, Harry decided to test another combination of skills before sleeping. He had Firestarting, Primitive Alchemy, and Herbal Remedies. What if he tried to create a simple healing salve that also produced warmth? He took some Greenfern leaves and a bit of resin, crushed them together, and focused. His mind spun with ideas. If he combined healing properties with the mild antiseptic and the warming effect of resin, maybe he could craft "Warming Salve" to help soothe sore muscles. He repeated the action until the system acknowledged his intent.

  [Skill Combination in Progress...]

  It took several minutes of careful trial and error, but at st:

  [New Subskill Created: Warming Herbal Salve – A simple concoction that provides mild healing benefits and warmth. Effect: Slight increase in body temperature, minor healing over time.]

  He applied a dab to his own forearm. It smelled herbal and felt pleasantly warm. The pups sniffed, intrigued. He smiled, offering a tiny bit on Eriwen's paw. She shook it off, puzzled but unharmed.

  Satisfied with his day's progress, Harry settled in for the night. The wolves formed their protective circle, pressing close. Outside, the moon cast silver light over a world of white. Harry closed his eyes, feeling the gentle thrum of magic inside him, the warmth of his family, and the quiet hum of the system's presence.

  He dreamed of the future—of breaking all ten bindings, of achieving spells so wondrous he could shape the forest to his will, create sanctuaries for the wolves, and stand guard against any foe. He pictured Luna's amused smirk turning proud when he finally grew strong enough to truly match even a fraction of her strength. He imagined the pups regarding him not just as their beloved Omega brother, but also as a pilr of safety.

  Morning arrived with a bze of pale sunlight dancing over snowdrifts. Harry woke early, eager to refine his clothing further. He had Sewing (MAX) and Primitive Tailoring skills. Could he create better boots and gloves infused with herbal warmth? He tried rubbing the Warming Herbal Salve onto the inside of the hides before sewing them. The system recognized his intent.

  [Equipment Enhanced: Winter Boots (Basic) – Provides slight warmth and improved grip in snow.Equipment Enhanced: Fur Gloves (Basic) – Provides slight warmth and dexterity in cold conditions.]

  He wiggled his toes and fingers in his new gear, delighted at the improvement. Every action he took made life in this snowy world more manageable. He even tried to attach small bone hooks to a piece of hide to create a crude cloak csp, ensuring it wouldn't slip off his shoulders.

  As he worked, Luna approached and nudged his shoulder. She gazed at his improved gear and huffed softly. It felt like approval. He bowed his head to her, a gesture of respect. He might be Omega, but he was useful. He saw pride in her eyes, or maybe that was wishful thinking. Either way, he cherished it.

  The pups came bounding in, eager to py. They knocked him over again, this time with Ilfa and Selune tackling him into a soft snowbank. He tried pushing them off, ughing, straining with all his might. He managed to move Ilfa half a step—her tail wagged, amused at his effort. Harry beamed. He felt strong. He had no idea that to Ilfa, it was like allowing a baby to topple her gently.

  Luna watched, her smirk returning. She knew Harry's perspective. He truly believed he could protect them one day. She admired that belief. For wolves, strength and skill were clear-cut, but what Harry brought was unwavering determination, creativity, and resourcefulness the pups had never known. He enriched their lives as much as they did his.

  As afternoon fell, Harry ventured out again with a pair of pups, searching for herbs beneath the snow. With his improved boots and gloves, he could dig more easily. He found a cluster of wintergreens that provided mild sustenance. He carefully tucked them into his Inventory, grateful for the magical storage that kept items fresh. He had discovered that Inventory halted decay to some extent, making it perfect for storing herbs and meat for long periods.

  He paused in his foraging, marveling at his luck. The system had given him a new life. He knew nothing of wizarding society, of the twisted plots of Dumbledore, or the legacy his name carried. He was simply Harry, a boy raised by wolves, guided by an invisible system, forging his destiny in a snowbound forest. And that was enough for now.

  He returned to the den at dusk, greeted by Selyria and Luna's calm presence, and the pups' joyful greetings. They shared a meal—a hare Selyria had caught, and a small fish Harry had managed to spear earlier. He cooked his portion lightly, savoring the fvor. After dinner, he checked his Status once more, thrilled at every incremental improvement. He noticed "Primitive Alchemy" had gained a few experience points from his attempts at crafting salves and warm clothing. Slowly but surely, every skill advanced.

  Before sleep, Harry dared to try something bold. He closed his eyes, focused inward, and reached for his magical core. He visualized the broken binding—a faint memory of tension that had snapped. He wondered if he could weaken another. Perhaps not now; the system might require certain conditions. Maybe leveling up his magic-reted skills or obtaining certain items would help.

  He resolved to explore magical growth more systematically. He had Observe, Resource Analysis, and Skill Creator. In time, maybe he could synthesize a "Mana Manipution" skill. That might help him gain direct access to his magic.

  In the quiet darkness, the pack settled in around him. The wind whispered through the trees, scattering snow crystals that sparkled under moonlight. Harry yawned, his heart full of warmth, his spirit brimming with hope. He would grow stronger still—strong enough to protect his family, break all the bindings on his magic, and stand tall in a world he barely understood.

  In a distant study, Dumbledore snuffed a candle and told himself that all was well, that his pawn Harry Potter would remain pliable. In truth, Dumbledore had never been more in the dark. While he slumbered in his false security, the boy he thought safely cowed by neglect was blossoming into a force guided by love, empathy, and the gentle wisdom of wolves.

  Harry drifted into sleep with a smile on his face. The future was a mystery, but he was ready for it. The snow y thick, the forest quiet, and the boy at level 12 dreamed of breaking free from all chains and rising to heights no one could imagine.

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