Never mind all that. First, he would list the spells he wanted to learn, one by one...
Slytherin or not, he was just a seeker of knowledge, frantically soaking it up on his magical journey. What had he done wrong?
The Imprisoning Charm, the Summoning Charm, Aguamenti, the Front Teeth Growing Charm...
His current short-term requirements were to learn these spells, then successfully use the Imprisoning Charm to stop a target's heart, use the Summoning Charm to pull out a target's bones and blood, use Aguamenti to fill their alveoli, and use "Densaugeo" to make their front teeth grow into their skull...
At present, no one seemed to have used them in these ways, so Harry could not really judge whether they were possible.
But theoretically, as long as he understood the principles behind each spell, there should be no problem...
It was nothing more than tweaking the way his magic flowed and making proper adjustments based on practical circumstances. The principles would not be any different.
Damn it, were the wizards of the wizarding world really this unimaginative? Such wonderful magic, and they never even explored it!
And that damned Dark Lord. Why hadn't he tried modified versions of low-level spells like these?
Besides, what about those ancient Dark wizards in the original books-Antioch, the eldest of the Peverell brothers, the demonic necromancer Emeric, Egbert the Egregious, the Dark Magic scholar Godelot, and so on? Why hadn't any of them researched this?
(All the above characters appeared in the "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" section of Auntie Rowling's original seventh book. The author retranslated some awkward and unnatural passages based on the English original.)
All they ever did was seize the Elder Wand by force, never doing any proper work like researching magic and exploring the truth. Harry scorned them for it!
Setting aside Harry's wish to borrow ready-made work and save a little [Energy Bar], it really was their fault that so many ancient wizards had failed to develop these wonderful uses over all those years.
Forget it. In the end, I still have to rely on myself. I am the truth of magic!
The mysteries of the wizarding world are ultimately destined to be explained by me...
For an instant, Harry suddenly felt that his scholarship was incomparably lofty, his goals incomparably grand, and his methods incomparably righteous!
Oh, right. Using the Levitation Charm to accelerate someone's intestinal movements. I nearly forgot to write that down...
If I could also make their small and large intestines tie themselves into knots in the process, that would be even better...
Surely Professor Snape would be utterly astonished by my wonderful ideas?
The moment that thought surfaced, Harry hurriedly shook his head, banishing the unrealistic thought from his mind.
No, no. If I told Professor Snape these rather questionable ideas, what if she thought I was even more of a little devil than his father, James Potter?
Forget it. These ideas aren't suitable for sharing with Professor Snape. Once my godfather Black is released, I'll research them with him.
I'm sure Uncle Black-hiss, hopefully an uncle and not an aunt-anyway, I'm sure he'll support my ideas...
After all, whatever Black's own conduct had been like in the original books.
At least when it came to how Sirius treated Harry, he was so good to him that there was nothing to fault.
Seeing that Harry was still using a Nimbus 2000, he had paid for a Firebolt outright and given it to Harry without hesitation.
When it came to unconditional indulgence of Harry, Black could be called unique throughout the main storyline...
Whatever unexpected things might happen to anyone else.
At the very least, Harry could trust Snape and Black one hundred percent not to harm him.
Snape carried a lifetime of remorse toward Lily, while Black likewise carried a lifetime of guilt toward Harry's father...
Harry spent the entire afternoon alone in the library, quietly immersed in books on all sorts of spell theory.
Professor Snape even visited the library partway through and spent ages rummaging around in the Restricted Section, yet Harry never even looked up and noticed him!
It was not some bizarre rule-based horror story about a supernatural rate of looking up. Harry simply genuinely had no time to look up and notice such things right now.
Besides, Snape was no curly-haired baboon who liked making noise to attract attention, so naturally, Harry was not easily disturbed by him.
Such studious behavior made Snape increasingly certain that Harry was practically identical to Lily.
After all, that damned James Potter could never have stayed in the library for so long.
Let alone sat there alone, quietly reading all afternoon...
Judging by the textbooks on Potter's desk, they all seemed to concern Charms...
Of course, it was all very basic Charms, with nothing particularly advanced, which left Professor Snape rather pleased.
This child really didn't reach beyond his grasp at all. He was just as lovable as his mother, rather than a bastard like his father...
Back when they had attended Hogwarts, James Potter had only managed to study briefly in the library just before final exams. The rest of the time, he had run wild on the Quidditch Pitch and everywhere else...
He had relied purely on his considerable talent.
Otherwise, with the way James Potter and Sirius had behaved, they probably would not even have passed their exams.
Professor Snape cast a thoughtful glance at the specialized Charms books on Harry's desk and nodded thoughtfully.
After returning to the Restricted Section and pulling out a few more books.
Only then did he take all these precious Hogwarts magic books back to his office.
Do not ask what those restricted Charms books he had picked up afterward were for.
In any case, they certainly were not specially prepared for Potter. He had simply happened to see them and picked them up.
Just as Harry opened the final treatise on Charms, ready to look into the theory behind the Fire-Making Spell.
With Harry's guard relaxed and his attention elsewhere, a pale, wicked little paw reached straight toward his face...
And, unsurprisingly, took his glasses right off...
"Good heavens, Miss Malfoy, give me back my glasses!"
Feeling that familiar touch, Harry took zero seconds to work out exactly who was trying to prank him.
After all, who besides Draco Malfoy could have such mischievous tastes?
Besides, only Miss Malfoy's little hands felt like that.
The moment her little paw touched his face, Harry knew Malfoy had to be up to mischief!
Well, never mind how Harry knew. In any case, whether it was her hands or her thighs, Harry was quite familiar with how Malfoy felt.
After all, they had been at school for so long now. Being a little familiar was perfectly normal, wasn't it?
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