They're back. They're all back.
This moment, just like that moment.
Harry rolled swiftly across the ground, narrowly dodging the spear thrust at him by a centaur. Arrows whizzed past, unable to even graze the hem of his robes—some buried themselves in the barren earth, while others found their mark in the centaurs themselves.
And Harry—Harry wielded a totem pole with wild, sweeping force, striking down centaurs around him as if he were playing Whac-A-Mole.
Whoosh!<...
2025-02-26 00:53:11 +0000 UTC
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Harry thought for a moment before deciding to tuck the wand back into his robes. After all, he was still counting on the goblin to take him to the vault.
He truly hadn’t expected this—after not seeing this wand for so long, had this old companion developed new abilities?
Perhaps it had absorbed Ranrok’s energy?
Then again, it wasn’t surprising—countless goblins had perished under this wand.
Harry had once been kind-hearted to the point of worrying about harmi...
2025-02-24 14:07:24 +0000 UTC
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“Is that their shaman?” Harry suddenly asked.
He was referring to an elderly centaur who had finally made an appearance. The fur covering his lower body was no longer as glossy as that of the younger centaurs; instead, it had dulled to a dreary gray. His bare upper torso was adorned with strings of bone ornaments—centaurs rejected clothing, believing that remaining unadorned brought them closer to nature.
“Yes, that’s their shaman.” Hagrid glanced down at Harry and jok...
2025-02-24 14:07:03 +0000 UTC
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The Dark wizard before him never expected that this young man would start by using soul projection on him.
More importantly, he did it wandlessly.
Dear Merlin, who could understand this? Were people these days just casually casting Unforgivable Curses without wands?
He felt as if he were floating among the clouds, surrounded by soft billows, sinking into boundless bliss.
Under the young man's command, he obediently handed over his wand.
And...
2025-02-23 16:22:55 +0000 UTC
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News of Quirrell fainting quickly spread throughout the school.
The next day, at the dining tables in the Great Hall, both professors and students were buzzing with discussions about the incident. Even the usually reclusive Alchemy professor and the Ancient Runes professor had made an appearance, whispering among themselves like students.
As usual, Professor Kettleburn was the most straightforward in bringing up the topic.
Lowering his voice, he leaned toward his colleagues ...
2025-02-23 16:22:42 +0000 UTC
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The suitcase that had piqued his curiosity suddenly appeared right before him, within arm’s reach.
No, something wasn’t right. The suitcase he had seen in his divination was newer, without the frayed edges. The one the elderly man carried bore the marks of time—its faded patches and scuffs spoke of long years and many journeys.
"Oh! Newt!" Hagrid exclaimed, his voice filled with joy as he strode forward and enveloped the elderly man in a bear hug. "I never thought I’d see ...
2025-02-23 16:22:23 +0000 UTC
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While at school, Harry did indeed write to Uncle Vernon, but he hadn’t asked him to come and pick him up—he had merely sent a polite note saying, “I’m coming back.”
Of course… he had chosen his words very carefully, making sure to avoid offending his rather sensitive uncle.
What he hadn’t expected was that Uncle Vernon would actually send a reply via Hedwig, and even more surprisingly, he had asked when Harry would be returning.
That left Harry quite puzzled.
2025-02-22 15:13:04 +0000 UTC
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First, he strapped a short dagger to his leg. Though it was called a short dagger, that was only in comparison to Hagrid’s massive frame— in Harry’s hands, it was practically a longsword.
Next, Hagrid took down a giant bow hanging on the wall, along with a few arrows as thick as two fingers each, their arrowheads gleaming with a cold, sharp light.
Under normal circumstances, Harry would call this “fully armed and ready for battle,” not “dropping by a friend’s house f...
2025-02-22 15:12:58 +0000 UTC
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Bringing magical creatures into the Muggle world was indeed a highly illegal act.
Especially when it came to unicorns—legendary creatures even among magical beasts. Doing so would practically guarantee an all-expenses-paid trip to Azkaban, complete with personalized mentoring from Dementors.
What? You're asking about the gold-tier mentors?
Well, that would be none other than Lord Voldemort himself, who had generously offered one-on-one tutoring to Mr. Potter last term.
...
2025-02-21 02:23:01 +0000 UTC
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What... just happened?
This was the first thought that surfaced in Quirrell’s numb mind.
Suddenly losing consciousness was a peculiar sensation. At first, it felt like being freed from a long and agonizing dream, but the moment you opened your eyes again, you were met with a fleeting sense of confusion, followed by a deep, bone-weary exhaustion and the lingering echoes of phantom pain.
For Quirrell, this was exactly the case.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at ...
2025-02-21 02:21:46 +0000 UTC
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"It’s obvious, as a professor, Professor Snape isn’t going to poison you to death," Hermione said sarcastically. "And have you forgotten? Fred and George are serving detention too. They were part of the second wave that joined the fight."
"As senior students, I imagine their punishment will be even worse—Parvati came in with a whole stack of notes! No one who was involved in that train brawl is getting away scot-free!" Hermione looked almost numb. "I even saw Percy get one!!"
<...
2025-02-21 02:21:25 +0000 UTC
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Harry suddenly felt awkward, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"So that’s how it was…" Harry felt a twinge of guilt. "Actually, at the time… uh, I was thinking, if only the Board of Governors could do something about Miss Malfoy. She always called me lazy and arrogant. Back then, I thought she was really annoying..."
In the portrait, Veratia almost burst out laughing. She held back her amusement and said, "Oh yes, oh yes, you wanted the Board of Governors to rein in the da...
2025-02-19 12:29:03 +0000 UTC
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"No need to be modest, Harry. If you ever achieve any breakthroughs in the future, you can also submit your work to them," Professor McGonagall said enthusiastically. "I remember they have a 'Most Promising Newcomer Award,' specifically for young talents in Transfiguration. You should give it a try."
"I will," Harry joked. "If I actually manage to discover something."
"Believe in your talent," Professor McGonagall said warmly, looking at Harry. "Both your father and mother were ou...
2025-02-19 12:28:47 +0000 UTC
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Harry initially wanted to come up with an excuse to brush the matter off, but then he suddenly thought of the missing Cassandra.
Crossing his arms, he looked down at Draco from above.
"Of course I care about her. In fact—she’s my friend."
"Could it be... that notebook in your hand is also..."
Draco pointed at the notebook in Harry’s hand in shock, his mind instantly conjuring up a scene of an ancestral spirit mentoring Harry.
Could it be… Potter’s stren...
2025-02-18 06:49:32 +0000 UTC
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"We still do not know exactly what happened at that moment. All we know is that, with a startled cry, Professor Quirinus Quirrell was found unconscious on the ground by Cedric of Hufflepuff. Had someone else discovered him, the course of events might have been drastically different."
—Excerpt from the revised edition of Hogwarts: A History.
...
If Quirrell had ever seen those words, his life might have turned out completely different. But unfortunately, a...
2025-02-18 06:49:11 +0000 UTC
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As for Professor McGonagall... If she hadn’t known before that this hairpin harbored a spirit—an embodiment of her lingering thoughts of her late husband—she might not have felt anything unusual.
But now that she knew, now that she had personally performed the transfiguration herself—
Looking at the adorable ginger cat grooming itself on the desk, she couldn’t understand why this time felt different, even though she had performed similar transfigurations countless times ...
2025-02-18 06:48:33 +0000 UTC
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Harry felt that the most incomprehensible thing in the world was women—and Cassandra was even harder to understand than most women.
But for some reason, Poppy had a way of handling Cassandra better than anyone else. And it wasn’t just Poppy—even Veratia seemed to understand Cassandra quite well.
However, neither of them was willing to share their secret with him, so he had no idea how to properly communicate with Cassandra.
“Your suggestion is great, Poppy,” Harry ...
2025-02-16 23:16:47 +0000 UTC
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"Are you alright?" Harry asked as Percy walked up beside him, fresh from a duel. "Sorry about that."
"Merlin, don't apologize, Harry, really, don’t," Percy sighed. "I didn’t think much of it at first, but the moment you apologized, it just felt... strange."
Harry burst out laughing. He had to admit, apologizing as the victor did come across as rather ironic—almost as if he were apologizing for going too hard on his opponent.
"You're really impressive, Harry," Percy sai...
2025-02-16 23:16:31 +0000 UTC
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Harry naturally hadn’t given that matter much thought. He tiptoed back to the Gryffindor common room, planning to get a good night’s sleep.
The next morning, it was still Potions class.
But now, he finally understood why Professor Snape treated Gryffindor so harshly. His feelings toward Snape were complicated, to say the least.
At the very least, that night, Snape had come.
Hmm… But who was the other person? The one calling out for his father…
Rubbin...
2025-02-15 07:00:36 +0000 UTC
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Victor and Professor Philemon discussed the consultation matter for a while, primarily focusing on how to stabilize alchemical potions. In truth, Professor Philemon didn’t have any particularly effective solutions, but he did mention one crucial point:
“Conflicts between the properties of alchemical materials? The general solution is to find a magical item to act as a neutralizer. Common choices include unicorn blood, dragon hearts... but the best option is the Philosopher’s Stone...
2025-02-15 07:00:16 +0000 UTC
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“If Professor Flitwick were here, he’d tell you just how crucial rhythm is in a duel,” Professor McGonagall continued. “Once you gain control of the situation, you can dictate the flow of the battle—whether to prolong the fight and wait for your opponent to tire and make a mistake, or to release a smokescreen and set a trap.”
“Or perhaps launch a relentless flurry of attacks, overwhelming your opponent before they have a chance to react. In short, you can force the duel to...
2025-02-15 06:59:49 +0000 UTC
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Fragments of memory surged like a tidal wave, and he seemed to see scenes from his childhood.
It was still that same house, those same people…
His mother held bread and wine in her hands, distributing them to the guests.
"Bug, have some more bread."
Harry saw a complex expression in his mother's eyes, something between a sigh and sorrow.
"Perhaps… you'll never have the chance to eat bread baked by me again."
He saw the chubby young man let out a sob and...
2025-02-14 04:17:16 +0000 UTC
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“What?” Quirrell’s eyes widened in shock at Voldemort’s command. He spoke urgently, “But, my Lord, your body is far too weak. I fear you won’t be able to sustain it for that long—”
“Enough!” Voldemort impatiently cut him off, his voice frail yet commanding. “Of course, I know my own weakness… To think that even a mere child could resist my magic. Ha!”
Voldemort attributed Harry’s escape from his Legilimency to his own diminished power and the magical at...
2025-02-14 04:17:01 +0000 UTC
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When Harry came back to his senses, Lily was already striding away, her steps decisive and unwavering.
He didn’t spare a glance at his father, who was still bullying Snape back where they stood. Instead, he turned and followed her.
He had no desire to witness that scene any longer.
His father’s voice still rang in his ears.
“Ah, anyone want to see me strip down the greasy git’s filthy underwear?”
Following his mother all the way back to the castle,...
2025-02-12 23:39:37 +0000 UTC
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The staff lounge was a long room with wooden panels lining the walls. In the center stood a few wooden tables and wardrobes.
At the moment, three or four professors were seated around the long table on the left side of the lounge. Among them was a relatively young wizard, Professor Charity Burbage of Muggle Studies, and the eldest of the group, the ever-loquacious Professor Kettleburn.
This particular professor had led quite a legendary life.
Silvanus Kettleburn, the Hogwart...
2025-02-12 23:39:24 +0000 UTC
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What Ron described had indeed become one of the strangest sights at Hogwarts—Snape was awarding Gryffindor points from every possible angle and for all kinds of reasons. Yet before the Gryffindor students could even begin to celebrate, they found that Professor McGonagall was going out of her way to deduct points from them at every turn.
Many upper-year students were convinced that something had gone terribly wrong with the world. Some of the braver ones even went to the Headmaster’...
2025-02-12 23:38:56 +0000 UTC
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Harry's throat burned as if pierced by needles.
He had considered countless possibilities, but never in his wildest dreams did he expect that after opening the Map Chamber, he would be greeted by the portrait of a girl.
"Veratia..."
His voice was hoarse.
"I think we should step away," Professor Rookwood, standing beside the portrait of Veratia, said irritably. "This Map Chamber again..."
"Charles?" Headmaster Fitzgerald said softly. "Shut your mouth and come...
2025-02-11 21:32:35 +0000 UTC
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It was hard to imagine how such an ear-piercing scream could come from a child's throat. For a moment, Harry’s head was buzzing from the sheer volume—especially Ron’s, since he was the closest.
Harry couldn't help but burst into laughter, but his laughter barely lasted two seconds before coming to an abrupt halt.
Because, right before his incredulous eyes, Ron went limp and collapsed onto the ground.
He had fainted.
"Ron!!"
Thankfully, Hagrid had quick refl...
2025-02-11 21:32:28 +0000 UTC
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As the meeting adjourned, Harry and Ron, along with the others, made their way to the Great Hall for dinner.
Hagrid was already there, waiting. The moment he saw Harry, he rushed over, sat beside him, and grabbed his hand, tears streaming down his face.
“It’s all—my—fault!” he sobbed, covering his face with his large hands. “I told that scoundrel how to get past Fluffy! I told him! He knew everything—except that one thing... and I just had to go and tell him! You a...
2025-02-10 13:38:57 +0000 UTC
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"Emotions between people are never truly shared; at times, one may not even understand their past self from just yesterday."
— Professor Severus Snape, from his book.
When Snape laid eyes on that potion formula, he was struck with the same speechless silence that Victor had experienced upon witnessing this world's form of divination.
Potions could work like this?
Could this method actually be effective?
One could not entirely...
2025-02-10 13:38:43 +0000 UTC
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