Brewing a Conspiracy

Inside the Room of Requirement, Harry, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger practiced spells with unprecedented seriousness.

Even Hermione Granger, who usually only frequented the library, was now practicing spells desperately. The large pile of broken dummy pieces beside her was her handiwork.

After a squirming transformation, several intact dummies emerged from the pile of wreckage once more, and all the fragments vanished.

As magical as the Room of Requirement was, it still had to obey the law of conservation of matter to some extent.

They had not suddenly decided to work hard on a whim. Eli's series of actions had made them keenly realize that Voldemort's return was imminent.

As Voldemort's number one enemy, Harry would never want the bastard who had murdered his parents to have an easy time. One powerful spell after another burst smoothly from his Wand.

Ron Weasley might have been lazier, but he at least understood that his family was deeply rooted in the Wizarding World, and his best friend still had to fight Voldemort. Naturally, he did not want to hold anyone back.

Another spell from Hermione Granger reduced the dummy before her to fragments. Her right hand drooped limply, and she passed her Wand to her left hand. The sweat even made it difficult to hold onto it.

Rubbing her aching right arm, Hermione Granger stared intently at Eli's back.

He was the same age as her. He should have been like every other student their age, wholly focused on preparing to pass two wizarding exams before considering how to make a living after graduation.

Yet he carried burden after burden that others could never bear.

Even so, he always aimed his cunning ruthlessness at his enemies, while leaving nothing but innocence and warmth for those around him.

He had also given her