Just Give It Everything You've Got, and Leave the Rest to Miracles

Harry was in no mood to touch them or have a good time right now; he was just tired, extremely tired, as if his body had been completely drained.

After all, he had exhausted himself in the Map Chamber for a long time and was still feeling dizzy and unmotivated.

So when he suggested going back to the dorm to get some sleep, Veratia was very confused.

But trusting Harry, Veratia didn't think much of it. A violet light flashed in her eyes as she watched Harry return to his dormitory.

Harry's long Occlumency was certainly not in vain; almost the instant a glint flashed in Veratia's eyes, Harry emptied his brain.

Veratia's Legilimency, which left no trace, could only glide across Harry's smooth brain, finding no flaws whatsoever.

Back in his dorm, Harry collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep immediately.

I fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

When Ron saw him sleeping soundly at dinner time, he hesitated for a long time but did not wake him. Instead, he brought him a tuna Meiji on his way back, in case he woke up hungry.

The next day was Sunday, and there were no classes, so after breakfast, Harry went to the Map Chamber again.

only...

When he arrived at the Map Chamber, he discovered that the portraits of the professors Chamber of Secrets had disappeared.

?!?!

What's going on?

Harry stared in astonishment at the empty space where the portrait had once stood, as if some great thief had robbed the Map Chamber.

This was too strange. After searching in vain, he immediately left the Map Chamber, took out the Crystal Ball, and began to contact Veratia.

"Beep... beep..."

The phantom image of Veratia above the Crystal Ball suddenly transformed into a blonde woman with a high ponytail. Judging from the surroundings, it was probably her room in the Muggle world.

"Hi, Harry," Veratia greeted him. "Good morning!"

"Good morning," Harry said worriedly. "I just came to the Map Chamber and found that all the professors' portraits have been taken away— Bible Jesus, why would anyone think of taking even the frames?"

"Oh, I took them." Veratia said in a light tone, "Sorry, you were too tired yesterday, so I didn't tell you. I was planning to tell you in the next couple of days... Considering that the professors are too lonely in the Map Chamber, I brought them out. They might be in their offices from now on—anyway, I think they shouldn't be confined to this corner of the Map Chamber, what do you think?"

What an impeccable reason! Harry had absolutely no room for rebuttal.

"You've thought this through very well, Veratia." He had no choice but to accept this established fact, "In that case, the professors must be very happy—it's a good thing that someone cares about them."

Veratia turned her head slightly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Professor Rackham and Professor Sen Bakhar, who were sighing and groaning, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the professors are very happy."

"Then I'm relieved," Harry said sincerely.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Harry hung up the phone.

It seems... we can't count on the professors.

Therefore, the only option now is to practice the method mentioned by Professor Rackham on your own.

But... is Professor Rackham's method reliable?

Harry was somewhat skeptical, but determined to give it a try, he decided to give it a shot, even if it seemed hopeless.

However, you should find a safe place and have someone stay with you, in case something goes wrong and no one is there to help you, otherwise things will be really bad.

Thinking about this, he still felt a little scared.

He was really daring yesterday. If something had gone wrong in the Map Chamber, it would have been...

Oh, not necessarily. Headmaster Fitzgerald also has a portrait in his Headmaster's Office, so she can notify Dumbledore at any time, Dumbledore can then notify Veratia, so there is still hope.

As Harry left the Map Chamber, he thought of three people.

Cassandra, Pabbie, and Sirius.

He quickly ruled out Cassandra.

No, that won't work.

In this regard, Cassandra and Veratia are on the same page.

He didn't believe Cassandra would suddenly have a change of heart and allow him to practice advanced applications of Occlumency.

So...

Pabbie?

Pabbie is a good candidate; we can add him to the shortlist.

Sirius goes without saying; would my Godfather ever harm me?

With that in mind, Harry went to Hufflepuff's Common Room first.

He grabbed Megan, who was chatting and laughing with her classmates, and said, "Megan, help me find Pabbie, Pabbie Sweeting."

"Okay." Megan gave an OK sign and turned to walk into Hufflepuff's Common Room.

About five minutes later, Megan came out.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Megan said. "Miss Sweeting isn't in her room, and nobody knows where she is."

"Alright." Harry nodded and turned to walk out of the castle.

Since she wasn't in the Common Room, Pabbie must be in her nephew's tent.

It should be said that he knew Pabbie well enough, and sure enough, Harry found Pabbie drinking tea in Professor Newt Professor Scamander's tent.

"How did you come to like drinking tea?" Harry asked curiously. "Didn't you tell me before that you didn't like drinking tea in the morning?"

"Because Unicorn can't drink coffee, Harry," Pabbie said softly. "I'm a Unicorn, a unicorn!"

As she spoke, she swayed from side to side in her chair, gently bumping her head against Harry's, bobbing back and forth like a roly-poly toy.

"But aren't you in human form right now?" Harry said with a dark expression. "You see, even though my Godfather is a canine Animagus, he's still had his share of chocolates in human form..."

"In fact, the Animagus form can't eat those things, but the human form is fine," Newt chimed in, head bowed. "We still don't know the exact reason, but that's certainly the case."

Harry shrugged; he was thinking of Professor McGonagall.

Hmm... Professor McGonagall in her human form certainly wouldn't have any strange reaction to catnip. The thought of such a serious and old-fashioned old lady acting like a cat is indeed quite incongruous.

"Is Professor Dumbledore Animagus?" Harry asked casually. "I mean, I know he's not Animagus, I'm just curious what his animal form would be if he Animagus."

As soon as he finished speaking, Newt, who was usually socially awkward, slowly raised his head and stared at Harry for a moment.

"Bees," the two nodded in unison.

"Not all bees like sweets," Pabbie offered a different opinion. "They could be bears too—don't they like honey too?"

"That's impossible. Professor Dumbledore couldn't be a black bear," the two said in unison.

Pabbie thought about it and realized it made sense; Dumbledore, that little old man, wasn't fat at all; on the contrary, he was quite thin.

But they didn't know that in some groups and regions in later generations, bears often represented something disgusting.

"So you're planning to ride me around?" Pabbie suddenly stood up dramatically. "Come on, I've been looking forward to this for so long. The last time we played together was two years ago—oh dear, you haven't ridden me since Veratia came back."

Harry lowered his head with a black line on his face. No, sis, what you said is too ambiguous, isn't it?

That's your Unicorn form. I'm just riding a horse, not 'driving' in a formal way, okay?

Clearly, Newt had already misunderstood.

He was looking at Pabbie and Harry with the eyes of someone looking at New World, thinking to himself, "You two... how did you go so far?"

"Hey," Pabbie tugged at Harry's sleeve, "Come on, let's go out together, okay? Okay, okay, okay?"

"There's something else, Pabbie." Harry was a little dizzy from being shaken around. "It's something urgent, and I need your help..."

Upon hearing that Harry was seeking her help, Pabbie immediately woke up.

"What? You want my help?" Pabbie said without hesitation, "No problem, Harry —you've come to the right person. So, what do you need?"

"It's still about the Occlumency."

Harry decided to keep it short and recounted everything that had happened in the Map Chamber to Pabbie in detail.

"... That's basically the situation." Harry pushed up his glasses. "In short, Veratia has moved all the portraits out, and now the Map Chamber is just an empty shell. The professors are all gone, and there's no one to watch over me while I practice Occlumency... that's why I thought of you."

"Ugh!" Pabbie pouted and said, "How could Veratia be so mean! Listen to me, Harry, I'm here for you—don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe and sound, don't worry."

"I believe you, Pabbie," Harry said, patting Pabbie on the shoulder.

"By the way," Pabbie said again, "Perhaps we could go to Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room together? Mr. LeMay is, after all, Alchemy over six hundred years old. He could, as an elder, impart some of his experience with Occlumency to you. What do you think?"

"I think that's a great suggestion!" Harry said approvingly.

As a man of action, Harry always does what he sets his mind to.

He brought Pabbie with him to Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room, intending to send a message to Sirius, but Lupin told him that Sirius had gone to the Muggle world and seemed to have some close relationship with a Muggle girl.

Lupin had tried to be as subtle as possible, but Harry still understood what he meant.

This is a good thing...

But considering that it was Muggle girl, Harry thought it best not to tell Walburga Black about the portrait for the time being.

He also wanted to have some peace and quiet during the summer vacation to avoid being disturbed by the portrait.

"Your idea is really good, Harry," Mr. LeMay said approvingly after listening to Harry's explanation. "But it needs some details. Your magical level is sufficient, but Occlumency tests your Mental Power... Let me think about that..."

Mr. LeMay turned around and skipped trotted into his little house.

A moment later, he took out a blue gem from inside.

"Here, this." Mr. LeMay handed the blue gem to Harry. "This Sickle convert a person's magic into Mental Power. This is exactly what you need right now—here, take this, then lie down on the sofa over there. Miss Sweeting, Mr. Scamander, and I will look after you."

Newt lowered his head and nodded quickly after hearing Mr. LeMay call his name.

Harry picked up the gem, and instantly, a warm feeling surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

That feeling of clarity was something he had never experienced in all these years.

"This gem..." Harry toyed with the gem, then looked up at Mr. LeMay: "It actually works?"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Mr. LeMay's face darkened slightly.

What are you talking about? Do you think I would give you something useless?

Harry realized he had spoken out of turn, apologized, and lay down on the sofa.

Following Professor Rackham's advice, he closed his eyes and began to build a model in his mind.

Half an hour later.

Harry frowned and opened his eyes.

It should be said that Professor Rackham's method was also incorrect.

It's not that they're wrong; all three professors had good ideas, but they were only partially correct.

perhaps...

Why not try combining their three methods?

With that thought in mind, Harry gave Pabbie a reassuring look and closed his eyes again.

While building the model in his mind, Harry also increased the rate at which he converted magic into Mental Power.

Since absorbing the Philosopher's Stone, the intensity and total mass of magic within Harry have reached an incredibly terrifying level.

By increasing the rate at which he converts his Mental Power, he can also bring his Mental Power to a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

No, it should be said that even geniuses would find it difficult to reach that level.

In this way, the originally obscure parts were solved very smoothly under the violent cracking of Mental Power.

Manipulating this part of his Mental Power, Harry suddenly had a brilliant idea and began to sketch out the appearance of the Map Chamber in his mind.

After completing the Map Chamber, Harry felt he still had room to maneuver, so he continued to complete the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Even so, Harry still felt he had plenty of energy left, so he pressed his advantage and continued building the entire Hogwarts Basin before stopping.

It wasn't that he lacked Mental Power, but rather that he felt that if things continued like this, something might go wrong and it would be difficult to handle.

He tried to destroy the entire castle in the Hogwarts of his Mental World, but to his surprise, the castle in his Consciousness World collapsed as soon as he had such a thought.

As Harry watched his painstakingly constructed Hogwarts Castle crumble, a miracle occurred. Just as he was thinking of repairing the castle, the castle, which had been shattered into pieces, instantly returned to its original form.

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