Harry had one particularly impressive quality: he was a man of action.
His determination could quickly turn into powerful momentum. He never waited or compromised. He acted at once and never gave up until he got what he wanted.
Especially when he had the Invisibility Cloak, one of the Three Deathly Hallows. No one knew how many places he had searched during the month since term began.
Sometimes, people couldn't help marveling at the strange twists of Fate. Who would have thought that Draco would be the one to provide Harry with "pep potions" and the Hand of Glory?
Draco didn't know why he was helping someone he hated, but in the end, he did it anyway.
He had bought the Hand of Glory at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley. The candle held by whoever possessed the withered hand would shed light only for that person.
In other words, once lit, it provided light only to its owner. No one else could see it.
That made things much easier for Harry.
After all, he did nearly everything in the dark.
Harry was especially careful on his nighttime excursions. He had finally learned to cast the Disillusionment Charm, the Silencing Charm, the Footstep-Erasing Charm, and all sorts of other helpful spells, instead of simply throwing on the Invisibility Cloak.
He had one clear goal: find Hatred Magic.
He ignored everything else, whether or not it was something he could get involved in.
Could you imagine it? In a corner of the Castle, Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory were standing hand in hand late at night, hugging and whispering sweet nothings, while Harry walked past them without a flicker of emotion.
He was practically going mad.
But he soon ran into a problem.
In the sitting room attached to Professor Snape's