For the next two weeks, Harry remained somewhat distracted.
He rather hoped the Black Man would appear again, yet deep down, he was also utterly terrified of him. Although, so far, the Black Man did not seem to have done anything genuinely harmful to him—surely that time he had fainted in the street did not count as real harm?
Yet Harry still felt an instinctive fear.
The other man was simply too unpredictable. Fear of the unknown was humanity's most primal instinct.
However, after that day, the Black Man vanished as completely as he had appeared without warning, never showing up again. In fact, because Harry's memories of him rapidly grew hazy, Harry was almost beginning to forget his existence.
Still, something had changed after all.
Whenever Harry activated Magic Perception and looked at his left hand, he knew that everything had really happened.
Yet Harry could not work out just what was special about the change in his left hand.
It had not become more sensitive or stronger. Nor could it shoot webs like Spider-Man. And punching a wall still hurt-do not ask how Harry knew.
Harry guessed that he might have to go to Hogwarts, somewhere he could use magic, before he could discover exactly what had changed. After all, judging by the current situation, the change was magical in nature.
His research into his left hand had made no progress, but there was quite a bit of good news on other fronts.
During this time, Harry told Fred and George about using Muggle machinery to build a magical production line, earning lavish praise from the Twins, who repeatedly called Harry a genius in their letters.
Harry spent two days studying the plans for the equipment retired by Uncle Vernon's company that his uncle had given him. He