Harry Potter The Mutant Obscurus Gamer - Chapter 69

Harry leaned over a dilapidated table in a house that looked ready to be demolished hidden away in the deepest part of Salem, New York. This was the Brotherhood safehouse and for some reason, Erik insisted on meeting there even though Harry knew the man didn’t live here. Mystique and Pietro were in the room as well and the other members of the Brotherhood of Mutants had all stepped out as they felt awkward being in the same room as Harry and not trying to get back at what Harry did to them.

Harry felt they were all being drama queens. Their clothes eventually changed back and the smell was almost completely gone.

In any case, Harry had brought over a large ȧssortment of highly detailed maps and folders containing detailed tables, charts, and graphs of insanely boring information that would be required to take over and lead a country. Thankfully Erik had been preparing to do just that with Asteroid M so he wasn’t learning this stuff from scratch, just changing the layout and how resources would be delivered.

Pietro asked in his normal rapid tone of voice, “Are you sure you don’t need some backup? I wouldn’t mind dealing with guys like these.”

Harry shook his head. “I doubt you would, and Erik could probably take on most of the country on his own, but do remember that the armed forces are not humans, but enhanced mutates who have had their X-Gene forcefully awakened before being brainwashed into loyal servitude. No matter how many you kill, they only have to kill you once. The forces I’ll be using will accept the possible death toll for taking the country so there’s no need for it to fall on you.”

Harry had already met with the Goblins who’d been more than pleased with this idea. If the hostile party was made of normal humans, the Goblins would not waste their time with them but Harry had explained the details and the Goblins recognized the country’s ruling party as a worthy foe. Goblins trained to fight Goblins and Wizards so Enhanced Mutates would be a good match for them.

Of course they had not agreed for free. According to Goblin Law, if they conquered the land, it belonged to them, but because of Wizard law, they could not own land above ground. Harry used a loophole in this to have them conquer the land and then purchase the land from them using a decent chunk of his savings. This was in accordance with all laws and the Goblins were satisfied with the arrangements.

Besides, Harry was providing the transportation. Portals were terrifying in war. After he disabled any form of communication and monitoring on the island and covered the island in clouds to shield the island from satellites in space, Harry could direct the Goblin swarms to exactly where they needed to go. With this option on the table, the Goblin council had gone over dozens of heated debates about how not to make the conquest too easy.

The only difficult part would be the memory removal of the surviving citizens afterwards but mass memory removal was something wizards were good at.

While laying out plans, Harry innocently asked, “Are you going to build another Boob Detector on the island?”

Harry timed the question just as Pietro was drinking some juice and achieved a magnificent high speed spit take.

“Wait, What?!” He shouted. He figured Harry was joking until he saw the massive frown on both Mystique and Magneto. “What? You don’t actually have a Boob Detector do you?”

Magneto asked with a flat voice that contained well seated anger, “How do you know of that?”

The so-called Boob Detector was the results of the stolen Cerebro Plans Mystique had taken from the Institute. When they had a Telepath on their side named Psylocke use it, instead of locating Mutants, they could only locate women with bȯȯbs DD Cup or larger.

Magneto was most displeased.

Harry nonchalantly shrugged and said, “I may have altered the plans Mystique stole from the institute. You’re not getting any younger so I thought I’d help you settle down and find a nice woman with a giant rack.”

Pietro looked horrified at Harry’s admission and at the irritation rolling off Magneto.

Harry smiled and continued going over the plans for the island. He figured they wouldn’t be building another Boob Detector after all.

One the last weekend of Christmas break was over, Harry started his new class and was looking forward to it. Not enough people had passed Foundations of Metaphysics to justify the upper class, so this was the same class he taught last semester, just to a new group of vic- eh hem, students.

Harry stood over his desk looking over the details of his new class as students showed up one by one. There were six students who stood out. One because his last name was Connors, but apparently he had no relation to Professor Kurt Connors. Nothing else really stood out about him.

The next two were interesting. Jemma Simmons and Leopold Fitz. Both were twenty-two and apparently obtained multiple PHDs by the time they were seventeen, just a year older than Harry was when he got his. Their fake backgrounds were something Harry recognized as the standard cover for the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy of Science and Technology meaning they were junior agents. Simmons looked to specialize in Biology and Chemistry and minored in the Physical Sciences side while Fitz was the other way around. Both had all the prerequisites to apply for the class so they didn’t need to take the 100 question test.

The pair sat together and looked both nervous and excited, though Harry didn’t look at their faces while unpaused so they didn’t know he was observing them.

The next girl was even more interesting. Hope van Dyne was the daughter of Hank Pym, the apparently inventor of Pym Particles, though he denies it to anyone who asks. She was homeschooled all her life and had never actually attended a physical school meaning though she was an ȧduŀt, this would probably be her first actual classroom. She’d gotten in with a 89% on the Placement Test, the highest score for Placement entrants in this particular class.

And then there were the two fake students.

Three seats behind Hope was a blonde woman with hair that had been completely dyed black and set into a nondescript ponytail. She wore large, fake, thick frame glasses that Harry could tell had a built in camera. In fact, including hers, there were four different hidden cameras in the classroom amongst the students. Her identity was completely fake and she’d gotten in with a 85% on the placement. Her fake name was Polly Glottos, and Harry admitted that Shield was pretty decent when it came to making up fake names and backgrounds.

Trying not to draw any attention, her posture was both attentive and uninteresting which made her not stand out at all and look just like a normal student among the rest.

In the front row right in front of Harry’s desk was a beautiful brunette that looked both innocent and seductive and kept glancing sideways at Harry while biting her lips. She’d gotten in on a 80% on the Placement Test which, technically wasn’t enough to pass. Harry let her in because he was informed by Link there was a chance that students who did pass would go missing until there was a spot for her which is how little miss Liah Ardyh became his student.

Harry could use Telepathy or Legilimency to determine their goals, but where would be the fun in that?

The only reason he was looking over the background checks Link did on each student was to ensure the pranks were tailor made for them. For example one of his students this semester lost his aunt in a burning building a few years ago, so fire pranks were out. Harry didn’t care for their real names, he just wanted to know who he should target for the best pranks this year.

While handing out the syllabus, Harry asked himself if so many cameras meant he should tone down the mischief and mayhem. He almost snorted at that thought. Of course not! A bigger audience meant he should perform even More Outrageous Pranks!

Of course, for legal purposes, the Syllabus did say no cameras or microphones allowed.

After finishing with the Syllabus, Harry asked, “Alright, questions?”

Fitz’s hand went up first and Harry pointed at him. “What is the point of Pranking the class?”

Harry nodded at the question and said, “Brains are very good at doing something they’ve done or experienced before, but are actually really bad, or should I say, inefficient, at doing things for the first time. That’s why learning something new is not so easy and pioneering something is harder still. The point of these in class Pranks is to get you used to dealing with things you’ve never dealt with before in a somewhat safe environment so that in the future you’ll be more capable of dealing with brand new things without panicking or freezing up.”

Harry didn’t look at the students directly but did Pause to check out a few things and noticed the disguised blonde in the back had a smirk she was trying to hide. Harry wondered if he could get her to laugh out loud.

After unpausing, Harry said, “For example, I may or may not have replaced one of the desks in this room with a flesh eating Mimic. So just in case, you should check your desks each day to make sure it is not a Mimic in disguise.”

The incredulous faces made by almost every student in class made Harry’s heart warm. Harry did his best to keep a straight face when a few students started experimentally poking their desks.

Harry answered a few more questions and went over the time table for the semester and when they would be covering what subjects. Every subject also had videos ȧssociated with them on videoshare that the students could watch and quiz themselves on to catch up if they got lost or fell behind.

Next, Harry went over the first project for the month. Since January was almost over, this project would need to be finished as either a blueprint or a prototype by the end of February.

“For those in class who wish not only to learn the subject, but apply themselves in a way where they can learn where they can approve, I offer monthly projects and this first one will be due at the end of February.”

The roof next to Harry suddenly caved in and something black and shiny fell through and smashed against the floor to the surprise of everyone in class except Harry.

Once the dust settled, the fallen figure appeared to be a man in a full set of medieval armor, not a finger or hair could be seen beneath the complete set of metal plating and his helmet was in the shape of a bucket.

After a groan, the fallen knight got up and said with a clip British accent, “Ooff. Sorry about that.” He pointed at the roof and said, “That’ll buff right out.”

Harry asked, “Are you alright?”

The black knight said, “Never better. Now if you excuse me.” He bent down to pick up the sword that had fallen to his side, “I have a duel to win.”

Everyone in class stared at it. Harry asked once more, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

The Knight stared down at his fallen arm and bent down to pick it up. “It’s alright. Tis but a scratch.”

Harry said flatly, “Your arm fell off.”

“I’ve had worse.”

A moment after picking up his arm, his other arm fell off onto the ground with a noticeable bounce.

The black knight looked back and forth between his fallen arms.

Harry said again, “I really think I should call an ambulance.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.” After looking back and forth between the arms for another moment, he looked up and asked, “Do you have any tape?”

Harry shrugged and got some scotch tape. He put both arms on his desk and taped over them a few times to get them bound together. He then put the pair on the Black Knight’s back and walked around him a dozen or so times to tape the bundle of arms securely to his armored back.

The unarmed knight then said, “Thank you. Could you stick my sword to me?”

Harry said, “I can’t tape it, the tape would get cut by the sword.”

“That’s alright, just stick it through me.”

Harry picked up the sword and said, “Oh, alright then.”

Harry then walked behind the knight and pierced the sword through his back, into his front to the gasp of a few students in the class. Though there was no blood.

The Black Knight with his severed arms bound together and taped to his back with a sword sticking out of his front said, “Well alright then. With this, I should at least be able to get a draw.” And with that he walked out of the classroom to the gobsmacked looks of the students and Harry went back to describing the end of the month project.

“This project will be the Ultimate Bounce. Create a surface that can best bounce something with a high amount of kinetic energy back away from the surface without harming the surface.”

After answering a few questions of the students who weren’t still shell shocked, Harry started teaching the content of the first chapters of the book until the class was over.

To Harry’s surprise though, he felt the tug of Jean’s Super Portkey near the end of class.

Harry pulled out some ȧssignments and placed them on his desk and said, “Alright and with that, class dismissed. Before you leave, you can pick up one of these ȧssignments for practicing.”

In the next moment, Harry’s desk massively expanded and shredded apart revealing a giant set of wooden, splinter-like teeth on the jaws of a large creature hidden under the wood. The giant set of jaws bent over and crunched into Harry’s torso and lifted him into the air to the screams of a few students as his legs wiggled back and forth. The terrifying mouth opened and swallowed Harry completely before bending back down and shrinking slightly as the wooden pieces sent themselves back. Once it stopped moving, it had completely returned to the form of a perfectly ordinary desk, though Harry was nowhere in sight.

During the next class, Harry was unsurprised to find that no one chose to pick up any of the practice ȧssignments off his desk.

The hard light system could make Harry invisible by placing a hologram over him though he’d become visible after leaving the room since he took his suitcase with him. Those with cameras might notice it on replay, but Harry doubted anyone picked it up during the show.

After Harry left the campus and returned home, he entered the basement and tugged on the connection between him and the Portkey. Harry’s magic partially powered it so he had to pull on it for a few minutes before Jean popped into existence next to him. Her eyes lit up at Harry’s presence and she stepped forward to embrace him and proceeded to fall sideways due to the insane dizziness of the intergalactic portkey travel.

Rather than pull Jean up, Harry lay himself on the ground and held her in his arms and pulled her into a kiss.

Eventually the kiss broke and Jean said, “I just got your message and there’s a lot of things I need to tell you.”

Harry just continued laying there, enjoying her scent and their connection to each other. “Everyone will be out of class in an hour, so let’s go over it together, alright?”

“Hmm.” Jean pressed herself into Harry’s ċhėst and listened to his heartbeat and simply enjoyed his presence. What she had to say could wait after all.

Harry sent text messages to the girls that Jean was back an hour later. He was certain they would ditch class if he sent them right away and he wanted a bit of time with Jean until then. Unsurprisingly, everyone was back about five minutes later, even Jade who’d gone Dragon form due to the Noble cause of seeing Jean again and just turned invisible and flew back from her high school.

Little Potato started cooking up a massive dinner when Jean got back and would finish shortly.

Everyone sat at the dinner table and Jean started telling them what she knew.

“According to what the Phoenix knows, Galactus is the Egg of the next Universe.”

Jade asked, “What does that mean?”

“When this universe ends, Galactus will fuse with another being of great power and they will explode. That explosion will be the Big Bang of the next universe. He is a tool of the Universe created to harvest the seeds of this present to plant in the field of the next Universe. The worlds he devours are not truly destroyed. They will basically be used as blueprints for the first worlds of the next Universe. Galactus serves a really important purpose in the Universe so it would be really bad if anything happened to him.”

Rogue asked, “Can’t we like, just direct him to those bad worlds you gotta burn? Save them nice worlds and let him eat all the nasty ones.”

Jean shook her head. “If we did that, then the next universe would be filled with too many bad worlds. It is best if he consumes random worlds, the more variety, the better.”

Harry shook his head and said, “So seeding life on dead worlds and feeding him those is no good?”

Jean considered it before closing her eyes. A moment later she opened them, but within were flames. After another moment, she closed them and opened them once more to show her normal eyes. She said, “As long as he doesn’t only eat those worlds. It might be alright if you filled them with variety so you’ll need seeds from all over the universe.”

Wanda rolled her eyes and said, “We’ll just hope over to the grocery store and pick up some. Their next to the oatmeal right?”

Jean smiled and said, “Actually, I may be able to help with that. Last week, while flying through space, I saw a spaceship. I used a bit of Telepathy to convince them to go to the nearest inhabitable planet and I followed them. It was out of the way but so worth it. I found a really nice, really advanced alien world and I have the coordinates for it for Harry.”

The girls all jumped up and shouted with excitement.

Harry left a device with Jean that could record the 6-Dimensional Coordinates of anywhere she was. She’d recorded where she was before she activated the Portkey so Harry could send her back later after making another Portkey for her.

Jean said, “The first and only planet I’ve gotten to so far was in the Andromeda Galaxy. It was a really nasty place. The surface was destroyed by war and the only survivors on either side of the war continued the war even though it was obvious both sides had long since lost. The planet was a little bigger than Earth so I charged six Phoenix Bombs and released them all.”

Planets were all different sizes and there was no way Harry could build a single bomb that could cover the surface of a planet. The only reason he could make one that covered a sixth of an earth sized planet was because he used a lot of Time Lord Math Inscribed Adamantium to supercharge the properties of the Reality Bomb. Every one also had a spark of Phoenix Fire which needed to be charged by Jean or Harry. They charged slowly, but slowly charging six bombs took far less time than the recovery period Jean would need if she empowered herself to become strong enough to burn an entire planet in one go.

Jean continued, “I stayed on the planet for a day or so and got a lot of intel. The best news is that they don’t think the Phoenix was responsible for burning the planet.”

Jade asked, “Why not? I mean it got burnt with Phoenix fire right?”

The Jade from a few months ago would probably not have been cool with burning planets, but she was part Dragon now and didn’t see things the way she used to. She was aware she’d changed but didn’t really care.

Jean said, “If I burned it down normally, I’d turn into a planet sized fire bird first which would be visible through much of the Galaxy. No fire bird showed up and the Reality Bombs churned the crust in a way that normal Phoenix Fire can’t do so some people think someone is framing the Phoenix. Even if I get outed, as long as no one catches me with the bombs, I have plausible deniability.”

Harry asked, “How did the bombs work compared to doing it manually?”

Jean said, “Good enough. The bombs carried the flame into the crust which allowed the flames to grant life to a deeper part of the planet. The main difference is that it is uneven, but I can tell the Phoenix doesn’t mind at all. The new life on that planet will be stronger at the locations closer to where the bombs went off and weaker further away instead of uniform, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Harry was pleased to hear that. It meant he hadn’t let the Phoenix Force down. Though the entity claimed it didn’t care what Harry did with its power, Harry still wanted to pay it back. He owed a lot to the ones who gave him a childhood and brought him back after all.

Jean asked, “So how did you beat Galactus. You said you drove him off but didn’t say how.”

Harry invited her into his mind and once more shared the memories of what happened.

Once they got to the part where Harry found Galactus’s home world, Harry sighed. More than anything Harry wanted to use the same method to find the planets the Phoenix wanted burnt. However Jean could only go to those planets using Teleportation or Flight. The problem was that Teleportation required a degree of connection Jean wasn’t willing to commit to as she might lose herself to the Phoenix. Once she was older and wiser, it wouldn’t be so bad, but at only seventeen years old she would lose her identity as Jean Grey if she used too much of the Phoenix’s power so he had to go the long way.

The problem with flying as the Phoenix through space however was that she flew using Astral Currents and found planets which needed burning through those currents. She didn’t have a pointer showing her the direction of the planet she needed to burn. The best she had was a pointer which showed her the location of the closest Astral Current which would take her to the planet that needed burning. She could only find the path, not the destination, so Harry couldn’t use his portal trick to narrow down where she needed to go.

Thankfully Astral Currents were filled with shortcuts and wormholes. Jean had apparently gotten to the Andromeda Galaxy in a few days and was already three Galaxies further away nearing the location of the second to be burned planet.

After showing off his adventures with Galactus, Jean got out her pictures of the Universe and of the planet she’d found just in time for Dinner.

Even though Jade rushed home first, tonight was still the night of the weekly student group so Mary Jane, Felicia, Gwen, and Peter showed up later.

Apparently Gwen and Peter would be going on a field trip to Oscorp in a month.

After the study group was over, Harry took Jean to bed and began ripping off her clothes much to the red head’s delight. It had been a month since they’d truly bonded and neither intended to waste the night sleeping.

In another part of the country, Nicholas Joseph Fury was sitting in front of a computer monitor with a split screen. On one side was a video of Harry’s class and on the other side was the woman with the black dyed hair who was watching the same video alongside the Director of Shield from her apartment in New York.

The last two weeks had not been good for Fury. Some Agents had interviewed the Fantastic Four about the Galactus Incursion and even gotten security footage which showed the entire battle from start to finish. The Four explained how the Silver Surfer came to warm them of Galactus’s coming and gave Reed the Ultimate Nullifier. They did what they could to stall until Reed could figure out how to use it and then they used it to threaten the massive purple monster himself with it and get him to leave the planet alone.

The Galactus Incursion, the interview, and the video were all declared classified simply due to the fact that most who watched it had nightmares afterwards. Seeing how close the planet came to complete annihilation was not a wake up call anyone enjoyed.

Fury on the other hand was the type of man who slept with one eye open so he didn’t have issues going over the video a few times. It was only because he’d gone over it a few times he could sense that something wasn’t adding up. Something was missing from the report and the Four were leaving something out.

The pie was a dead give away.

As the video of Harry’s class finished and the desk turned into a Mimic and ate Professor Potter, Fury’s eyebrow twitched just a little which was not missed by the agent watching alongside her boss, though she would never admit to having seen a thing.

After the viewpoint of the camera left the classroom and the video turned off, Fury looked into the camera on his monitor so the agent on the other side would see him looking at her in the eye and said, “What are your thoughts Agent Morse?”

After a slight pause, Bobbi Morse answered, “He’s definitely well trained, though since he admitted to being well trained on live tv and admitted to having successfully registered himself as a deadly weapon, I suppose that’s not too surprising.”

Fury returned a deadpan stare and stated, “Now tell me something I don’t already know.”

“Other than taking a cursory glance at each student and looking at those who asked questions, he didn’t take a long look at a single person, not even Hank Pym’s daughter and even I was surprised to see her there.”

“Yes, and?”

“So he didn’t need to look at anyone. He acted like he didn’t care who came into that class but he is certainly not stupid enough to teach just anyone so he likely knew every single person in that class before we sat down. Whether it was the bimbo in the front or me in the back, he didn’t take a short or long look at anyone, but an exceptionally well measured glance that seemed more perfunctory than needed.”

“So he was pretending to look around because he knew who everyone was meaning he’d done a background check on everyone beforehand.”

“Yes sir. However it isn’t that hard for someone of his level to find out where Simmons and Fitz studied at yet he spent no longer looking at them than he did me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he knows I’m using a fake name and doesn’t care.”

Fury considered it but knew it didn’t matter. Mockingbird was there to protect Simmons and Fitz without either knowing. The pair were the smartest to come out of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy of Science and Technology in decades having both graduated three years early. A few years ago. Shield considered them at the peak of the world, right up there with Hank Pym, Reed Richards, and Tony Stark. Then Harry Potter showed up.

“What’s your opinion on him as a teacher?”

“Nonstandard but effective. At least I don’t see a chance of anyone falling asleep in his class. It was normal in the Academy for a teacher to pull out a weapon and fire blanks to get students used to the sound and not freeze up. Professor Potter seems to have taken the idea to another level.” She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. She also wouldn’t admit to looking forward to the next prank Harry thought up.

Fury could tell she was enjoying it but didn’t care enough to berate her for it. “Keep an eye on the other students and watch out for anything suspicious.”

A gleam of mischievous flashed through Agent Morse’s stare and she answered back, “Aye aye sir.”

Fury rolled his eye as the feed went dead. He’d get her back for that one.

*Author’s Note*Alright, so the class is set. Now, I wrote myself into a corner when I figured out what I was going to do with Stark but then I realized I had a few things I could use so instead of changing that, I decided to go with it. So my events after Tony is rescued will be a bit different due to my mistakes/butterfly effect but it should be cool. I think…

Also, I finally decided on a name. Oddly enough, it wasn’t Sage or Hermit. Saw some comments and saw one that gave me an idea I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of before. Anyways, Harry’s ID will just be Professor Potter. Xavier is usually the Professor, but since Harry gets Alliteration points, he gets the Professor title instead. Harry’s super hero alter ego will have a separate name. I’d be really impressed if anyone guessed it.. The best part is that it will be super obvious after the fact.