Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

In the end, Harry would need to wait until the end of the month to figure out more. However, he put the issue to the back of his mind. His curiosity was now abated, and he had more assignments to finish to compensate for the research time he used up the previous day. Afterwards, well, he did promise that he would spend the day with his friends, after all.

The week following Harry's discovery of family crests passed in a strange monotony that was very contradictory to Hogwarts' very nature. It was the calm before the storm, Harry could feel it in his bones. Everything was too quiet, too normal. The whole Gryffindor Slytherin rivalry turned into a strained peace practically overnight. The Weasley Twins stopped pranking anyone, there were few duels and hexes thrown around. Honestly, the young Potter thought that it was too good to be true. He was waiting for the shoe to drop.

As for Harry, he just spent his time either experimenting with his magic or hanging out with his friends. Nothing particularly interesting happened, except for him finding an obscure book on illusions in the library, which he quickly copied using his spell.

The book copying spell that Harry invented must have been one of the most useful things he ever created. Oh, it wasn't anything impressive, and any student with talent in spell creation and the dedication to study it thoroughly would have been able to make it. Although Harry did cheat using his magical hearing to bridge the knowledge gap to craft the spell. It wasn't even a complete spell. It needed to be cast on a self-writing quill, anyway, just turning the dictation aspect to a visual one to be able to scan the pages for it to copy. How people didn't try it out before, Harry didn't know.

Perhaps, people did invent it, but the industry made sure that no one knew of the spell. It couldn't exactly be warded against since the doesn't technically even affect the book in any way. Oh, it could probably do nothing about illustrations since they're animated, and Harry didn't know how to enchant a Quill to draw animated images. He didn't even try to look it up; he knew that it was out of his league.

Still, since most books do not actually have important illustrations, it wasn't that big of a deal. In a way, it was the way Harry was able to have a copy of each book he had read in the library in his everlasting notebook he bought. He had no idea if there was a limit on the pages it could have, and he was probably going to figure it out eventually. In the end, the book would also make sure that he wouldn't need to bother with library deadlines since he stopped actually taking out the books. Madam Pince had thankfully allowed the use of enchanted Quills and inks in the library, as long as they don't endanger the books – which happen to be warded with countless preservation spells.

However, while Harry was proud of his first true original spell, it didn't come close to his fascination with the subject he had just uncovered. The art of illusions was just that, an art. There weren't any spells like most of the magic, only a single one. 'Lux Dolum' was a generalized small-scale illusion spell that can be used depending on the user's imagination. Oh, it was only light illusions, that could be broken by touch or magic. There were similar spells to fool each sense as well any combination of them. It was a book on generalized spells that resembled the minor inanimate transfiguration generalized spell he blundered into creating on his first day.

This was the first time during any of Harry's daily trips to the library that he had seen anything resembling the generalized spells that McGonagall referred to in his first transfiguration class.

Honestly, he loved that spell. He could practice it anytime without anyone saying anything since there isn't an actual spell burst when he used it, so no one noticed. He started with small things and continued enough to get the illusions to be as big as him. That seemed to be the limit of both his abilities and the spell itself. There was also a law of magical intent to be considered where the larger a scale of a spell is, the more difficult it is to control. For illusions, control was a must, and so the biggest illusions tend to be very easily recognizable where small ones were almost indistinguishable.

Still, this was an art that Harry wanted to master completely. He planned to cast all kinds of illusions – visual, auditory, olfactory, etc. – even the mental ones, although the skill in Occlumency needed to do so would be problematic. Oh, Harry of course wanted to learn how to protect his mind, and maybe even how to read others but he wasn't able to find a single book on the mind arts, apart from a few books on compulsion charms.

Considering that this was supposed to be the biggest magical library in the nation, either that title was simply a misdirection or someone had removed all the books – or put them in the restriction section which was very understandable considering their potential for abuse.

Nevertheless, Harry was happy for now. He needed to master the basics before worrying about secret knowledge in the restricted section. The room of requirements would probably help him with that, but Harry was wary of it. The temptation of secret knowledge, of discovering the capabilities of the room, was simply too attractive, but for all its wonder, the room of hidden things contained countless objects whose owner wanted to get rid of, meaning that the number of cursed items was probably abnormally high.

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