Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Before leaving the room, Harry pointed his wand at his book and cast the translation spell. Suddenly, the words of the parchment shuffled around and turned into 'An Explanation of Family Magics.' Harry grinned to himself as he went back to his common room before Filch would find him. It had taken him the entire day, but he had found what he was looking for.

Although Harry wanted nothing more than to devour the book in his hands, he needed to get back to the common room as soon as possible. He was already very close to missing curfew, and he definitely didn't need the fourth years and sixth years on his case for losing points because he was too impatient to read the book in the common room.

Still, he was glad to have found the book, or at least beat the challenge needed to do it. Harry was very glad to have modified the charms on the self-writing quill to copy books. Honestly, it was a challenge to see if he could find a way to bypass the wards on the book without actually breaking them. Oh, it was very slow, but it was better than having to explain to Madam Pince why he needed advanced books from the library.

It was an extremely good achievement, especially after only a month and a half of magical learning. If it wasn't for him cheating with his magical hearing, he would have never even come close to modifying a spell to that extent. Honestly, it was unfair how good Harry was at magic compared to his classmates. But if there's something Harry knew for a fact was that people were not born equal.

Harry slowly snuck down in the night to the dungeons and barely missed curfew. Thankfully, he was able to make it in time, but he had practically run the entire way to the common room.

As soon as Harry arrived, he was accosted by his friends. Blaise practically ran towards him, "Where the hell have you been?"

Choosing not to answer any uncomfortable question, Harry simply put his hands in his pocket and shrugged, "I got lost on the path of life."

That seemed to make him and the girls speechless. They just gaped at the young Potter unable to muster a response for a good minute until Tracy blew up, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT LOST ON THE ROAD OF LIFE?"

Harry again shrugged, "Maaa, Tracy, don't get so worked up. I just decided to explore the castle a bit, walking around aimlessly, getting lost in the beautiful path that is life, letting the currents take me away and lead me."

"So, you explored the castle for the whole day?" Daphne responded with a deadpan tone.

"Well, I did at first, then I went to the library for a bit, and then I was just going to find you guys but then a black cat crossed my path, so I had to take the long way round. I somehow ended up in the Astronomy tower since the cat just wouldn't leave me alone. Then an insane knight called Sir Cadogan said that this was the same cat that led him to his death, which is why I just kept trying to escape its grasp." Harry elaborated.

"You could have used a spell to make it go away," Blaise remarked.

"And risk hurting such a cute little kitten just because of its colour. That's very racist of you, Blaise." The green-eyed boy remarked with a sly grin on his face.

"Racist," the boy thundered, "Harry, I swear to Merlin…"

Daphne just hit the boy in the shoulder, "He's messing with you, you idiot."

"Well, it's still not a nice thing to do. We still don't know what he was doing?" Blaise answered with a pout.

Harry gave his friend a grin, "I wasn't really lying. I explored the castle for a bit, went to the library to research a spell I was trying out, then finished my assignments for the weekend, and practised a bit of charms. I kinda lost myself in a book before I realized what time it was, and ran back here."

Blaise gave him a glare, "You could have just said that. What's with the whole black cat story and the road of life stuff?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see your reactions. I have to say that I wasn't disappointed," Harry replied with a smug grin.

"You're a jerk, Harry," Tracy grumbled at him.

Harry just laughed and they all continued the night with their usual nightly conversations. The young Potter almost forgot about the book. Almost, being the key word. He had tried to read the book before going to bed but he realized why translation spells weren't commonly used. Yeah, the spell worked but that didn't mean that it worked well.

The spell seemed to have categorized the words in each language and just mapped them together, grammar be damned. Oh, there was a semblance of sense there somewhere, but not enough to be read casually. Honestly, it reminded him of when he had tried to translate entire articles using online translators. It made the text understandable, but only after some effort trying to decode it.

Reading the translated book will require patience and hard work, and Harry was too tired after an entire day of researching for such an undertaking, which is why he just went to bed.

The very next day, Harry exited the room before his classmates and took an early breakfast, choosing to read the book in the library and take some notes as well.

He was done by the end of the day and the content was really dry. Honestly, Harry didn't understand a lot of the technical magical theory inside, but he at least understood the premise of magical crests and a basic understanding of how the Samhain ritual worked.

Well, magical crests were amazing inventions that became popular after the burning of the library of Alexandria and became commonplace for practically all influential magical families in Europe after the fall of Rome. Crests existed far before, but during these events, many magical families were either massacred, and their libraries were also pilfered by the invaders. So, measures were taken so that magic wouldn't be lost once more.

To be perfectly honest, magical crests were repositories of magical knowledge that is passed down in the bloodline. With every birth, a smaller crest is born, but the archive of magic can only be used by the head of the family, whose crest tended to act as a control one. Usually, the head of house only allows his heir access to the knowledge within, in case a member of the family chooses to marry into another one or is just punished. Every member of the family that could add something to the magic – by creating a new spell, brewing a new potion, and so on – would record it into the crests for no reason.

.....

Want to read ahead by more than 60 chapters. Then join my p@treon Right Now.

Link: p*atreon.com/BookReaderBoy (Remove the *)

Also Free members get 2 advanced chapters for Free as well.