Pensieve, Hagrid, Young Dragon

"Should we really give him the Invisibility Cloak?"

From a shelf behind the table, the Sorting Hat's voice rang out. "I'm worried he'll do something bad."

Harry looked in the direction of the sound.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and his emerald eyes were filled with an icy chill.

He waved his wand. "Sword, Accio!"

Snap!

A glass box placed behind the table shattered instantly.

The Sword of Gryffindor fell into Harry's hands.

He leaped to the Sorting Hat in two quick steps, pointing his sword directly at the magical being. "Shut up if you don't want to die."

Dumbledore silently separated the two.

He found the Deathly Hallows' invisibility Invisibility Cloak and gave it to Harry.

"You just said you came to see me about two things."

The old headmaster of Hogwarts sighed and asked, "What's the second thing?"

Dumbledore once believed that a person's temperament was fixed and innate.

Therefore, the moment he met Tom Marvolo Riddle, he was convinced that the other would become a threat to society in the future.

That is indeed the case.

That talented young wizard became Voldemort, the most feared Dark Lord in the British Magical World.

And Harry...

Dumbledore firmly believed that such a promising talent, even placed in the harsh environment of the Dursley family, could grow into a loving and life-loving the Chosen One.

Now, he's starting to feel a bit lost.

Perhaps he made a mistake.

It is said that many Muggle Studies have shown that if a person experiences tragedy, torment, or abuse in childhood, that person is more likely to become an antisocial criminal in adulthood.

He should have sent Harry to the Elf King in China!

Dumbledore's heart felt as if it were being gnawed by poisonous insects.

If he had made that choice back then, Harry would probably be a passionate and patriotic young man who loves life and his friends by now.

Dumbledore believed that family was the most important thing in the world.

He never considered that the Dursley family only Harry's relatives in name only.

Those two people didn't do what "Uncle" and "Aunt" should have done; they just treated Harry as a burden.

Beating, abuse, bullying.

Dumbledore believed that he bore most of the responsibility for Harry becoming the way he was.

Harry didn't let Dumbledore wallow in regret for too long.

He stated bluntly, "The way to enter the 'Room of Requirement,' or rather, the Room of Requirement.'"

"The books in the library contain only basic knowledge, which is no longer of much use to me."

"I need higher quality Essence of Wisdom."

In Harry's current state, indiscriminate thirst for knowledge, like indiscriminate mating, is a base instinct etched deep within his genes.

Those things can be overcome.

Harry noticed that Dumbledore hesitant.

He walked quickly to the south side of the office.

Inside a black cabinet, there was a Pensieve.

Harry stood casually in front of Dumbledore: "You can use your soul to view my memories; there's nothing I can't tell anyone."

He hadn't done anything inhumane, so he wasn't worried about being examined by Dumbledore.

The headmaster readily agreed and sent Harry's memories into the Pensieve, where he observed them silently.

Quite a while.

The observation has ended.

Dumbledore's expression was extremely complicated.

"You are a... good boy."

He never imagined that the Dursley family would mistreat Harry like that.

Is this something a family member should do?

"I've overlooked so much, I'm sorry."

Harry wasn't surprised by Dumbledore's sentiments.

Everything he did upon arriving here was planned in advance.

On the other hand...

Harry's test results were also obtained.

"As expected, Headmaster Dumbledore, you can't access my memories with Malfoy, Neville, and Hermione in the Little World of Famine?"

Harry's eyes gleamed with Youyou green light. "Professor Wang Yan, is he indeed superior?"

Feeling guilty, Dumbledore told Harry how to enter the Room of Requirement.

The Invisibility Cloak, the Room of Requirement, the principal's apology, the test regarding Wang Yan's strength ranking...

Having achieved his four objectives, Harry left the Headmaster's Office and went straight into the Room of Requirement.

Hogwarts is a wellspring of knowledge.

Some people savor it in small sips, while others simply use it as a mouthwash.

Harry, on the other hand, drank voraciously.

Wang Yan bestowed upon him only thirty NZT48 tablets, enough to maintain a high Intelligence Water for only one month.

If Harry is unable to reverse engineer the formula for these pills and produce them himself a month later, he will have to go back to being an ordinary wizard.

Average = Mentally challenged.

Harry couldn't accept that ending.

He never even considered asking Wang Yan for another dose after he finished using the NZT48 pills.

Deep down, Harry believed that Wang Yan was the most terrifying person in the world.

Absolute fairness, absolute indifference, high above, looking down on all living beings.

Perhaps, in Professor Wang Yan's eyes, human life is no different from that of an ant?

He was simply looking for fun on his own, and he probably didn't care at all about the consequences of his actions.

Harry shook his head and refocused on his book.

NZT48 is a miraculous drug developed by ordinary human social scientists.

Harry's scientific knowledge was far from sufficient to reverse-engineer the logic.

Moreover, he had no access to relevant biochemistry books.

However, magic is a very convenient thing.

"One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", "The Secrets of Potions", "The Replication of Muggle Items", "The Use of One Hundred and Seventy-Three Drug Excipients", "The True Meaning of Matter"...

If he makes good use of the knowledge in the books in the Room of Requirement, he can naturally draw inferences from one instance to another and replicate an inexhaustible supply of "smart drugs".

When Harry is holed up in the Room of Requirement, his friends have to take his place and help him with some of the mundane problems in his life.

Asking older students to use Polyjuice Potion to impersonate Harry and help with attendance taking is just a routine procedure.

Malfoy, Hermione, and Neville also have to deal with some other unexpected events.

For example, Hagrid Half-giant.

This restless fellow somehow managed to get hold of a Dragon Egg and even successfully hatched it.

Moreover, Hagrid had other "important matters" to attend to.

In this situation, Neville and the others would need to take care of the Young Dragon.

Neville tried to taste the "Rock Cake" on the table, but gave up after nearly biting off two of his front teeth.

Rubbing his chubby cheeks that had returned to their previous plumpness, Neville sighed, "The World Wizarding Council passed a law in 1709 banning dragon ownership. Isn't Hagrid afraid of being arrested and sent to Hogwarts?"

"Who knows what kind it is? If caught, how many years will I be sentenced to?"

"And how should we raise this little thing?"

As Half-giant, Hagrid possesses the stubbornness typical of Giant; once he's made up his mind, nothing can sway him.

This also made him a troublemaker.

If Hagrid weren't Harry's friend, Neville wouldn't have paid any attention to him.

Hermione simply looked at the newly hatched Little Dragon with curiosity.

Spiky wings, a thin, jet-black body, horns on its head, protruding orange-red eyes, and a few Mars that spray out when it breathes.

"This is Norwegian Ridgeback, which is relatively rare among common dragon species. Ordinary wizards who illegally keep them are usually imprisoned in Azkaban for 5 to 20 years."

Hermione squinted and said as if reciting a script, "Feed it a bucket of brandy with chicken blood and two pounds of raw beef every half hour, and two ounces of whipped egg liquid every seven hours."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.