On Monday morning, Harry felt refreshed.
He had not gone to the Room of Requirement the night before to turn it into an unsupervised library and then study Fiendfyre.
One thing he could be sure of was that Sirius and the others would not mislead him about learning magic. Since they all said Fiendfyre was extremely dangerous magic, and Harry's own understanding agreed with that, he would have to be very careful when learning it.
Besides, there was absolutely no need to rush.
The reason he was in such a wonderful mood was that, after he told Hermione, Ron, and the others about finding the Horcrux, everyone had showered him with praise.
Even Hermione had given him a rare compliment, saying he had really shown initiative and attention to detail this time.
Her only slight criticism was that it had still been rather dangerous.
Hermione thought it would have been better to call them along at the time.
Ron expressed strong support for Hermione's words.
He seemed very disappointed that he had not been able to take part in finding the Horcrux.
Harry, on the other hand, felt very happy about it all.
He even thought he might receive letters from Sirius, Lupin, and the others that morning. And in their letters, they would surely praise him just as Dumbledore and everyone else had.
One of the happiest things for a child was receiving approval and recognition from adults.
Although Harry always felt he was mature enough to count as an adult, in this respect he was undoubtedly still a child.
Because of the rain, there was no Quidditch practice that day.
Harry and Ron arrived at the Great Hall early to eat breakfast and wait for the day's letters. And the newspaper, too.
Once he sat down in the