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Chapter 21: Future plans and thinking caps

"Does the wit-sharpening potion actually make you smarter?" Penny asked, tilting her head as she looked at the list of potions that Harry had drawn up to add to her own.

"No, it's just an hour or so of clarity. Essentially it makes you more focused by blending out distractions."

There were three potions that Harry was particularly interested in. The wit-sharpening one. I wasn’t particularly useful in an exam situation, no matter how many students tended to try, but it increased ...

Chapter 20: Harry drank dat dum-fuck juice

Harry was walking down winding corridors lined with paintings towards the Hufflepuff common room, thinking about the fact that if Quirrell and Dumbledore were having a meeting right now, that left two less teachers to come after him if he tried to sneak into the restricted section. The issue of course being that while he was invisible and quiet, the wards that were likely on that part of the library were also invisible. The only way he could imagine getting in there was if he learned more abo...

Interlude: Albus Dumbledore

"Greetings, Quirinus," Albus said as the muggle studies professor entered his office. "Would you like some tea?" he asked, but did not bother standing up to offer. Quirinus never wanted tea. Hard to say if the man was even British really.

"I'd rather not, headmaster,” the bald man dressed in purple robes answered as he sat down on the arm-chair that had been conjured for Harry. An Evans boy, different from the Evans girl.

Leaning back in his chair and feeling his bones creak Alb...

Chapter 19: No good goes unpunished

It was one hour after he’d started his search for a way to defend his mind that Harry left the room of requirements, or as he'd dubbed it the room of ordinary objects, behind. He’d decided that he might as well be early to his meeting with Dumbledore and get it out of the way. So he began walking towards the head-masters office, getting an odd look here and there from whatever student, ghost, or painting crossed his way.

It made sense. It was evening so there wasn't much light out. ...

Chapter 18: The Headmaster's summons

Harry was in the library, which in itself wasn't particularly odd. He was in the library often enough, although less than at the beginning of the year. These days he was mostly practising potions with Penny, learning to cast the disillusionment and noise-muffling charms as a combo and finishing up the formal aspects of his word-searching spell. Finalising the formal aspects, because the magical ones were completed. The spell was done. The only thing he and Flitwick were working on right now w...

Chapter 17: The mysterious case of the half-blood prince

Harry arrived at the abandoned classroom - something that Hogwarts had a lot of - that he and Penny had been using for practice. Perhaps Harry could have simply asked for a room from Slughorn, but he didn't want to waste his favours on something like that. He'd much rather have the copying spell that Slughorn had used, which he would hopefully get by owl tomorrow.

"How did it go?" Penny asked as he entered the room.

"Slughorn agreed with our hypothesis," he said and dropped his sa...

Chapter 16: The potion diagnosis

"I've been thinking," Harry started. He, Cedric and Penny were hanging out in the common-room before potions class and Harry had a plan.

"Don't hurt yourself." Cedric quipped, causing Penny to roll her eyes from her position on a black and yellow arm-chair.

"If Harry was prone to hurting himself by thinking too hard he would have died by now,” she said, "It's rather you who should be worried. You haven't left the quidditch field since you figured out that you could borrow the sc...

Chapter 15: Limit-testing

A few days after his chess-game with Penny, Harry found himself standing in front of the greenhouse that served as Sprouts' office. Not because it was actually an office, but because one was much more likely to find her here than elsewhere. His indecision about the matter with Twix had been gnawing at him, causing him to lose out on sleep and focus. In the end he’d made the decision to tell a professor about what he’d seen, but not the headmaster. Harry really wanted to get his search fun...