Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Without even thinking about it, Harry found himself on the seventh floor, specifically, in front of a certain tapestry of an idiot attempting to teach trolls how to dance ballet. Harry barely even thought about the Room of Requirements to solve his issue. Did he subconsciously think that it might be helpful in his plight? Harry was practically walking on autopilot, lost in his head trying to figure out what happened.

Well, what could he lose? It's not like he could ask anyone about it. Family crests are very private matters. Big families often have members that are healers especially to deal with such matters. There was no mention anywhere about a Potter magical crest, and Harry didn't really expect much from his crest outside of a few family potion recipes, which was the area of magic that his ancestors often focused on.

Still, Harry decided to go for it and walked towards the wall while thinking, 'I want a place that can help my condition. I want a place that can help my condition. I want a place that can help my condition.'

On the third turn, a door surprisingly materialized. Harry honestly, didn't expect anything but slowly walked inside. It looked like a mix of a magical workshop and a bath. There was no explanation about what happened other than a book that was opened on the conjured desk.

Harry slowly walked there and saw the title of the opened page, 'Forceful Expansion of Magical Circuits and its consequences'.

The young Slytherin immediately started to carefully read the document. Oh, it was very complicated – probably a thesis for a healer of some sort – but the premise was slightly understandable. It described the event of someone having atrophied his magical circuits, either by not casting magic at all or by having been under a curse that muddled the flow of their magic, who later became free of their plight. Magic remembers, and thus, he remembers how much intake the body used to handle and will try to constantly channel the previous capacity of magic. The forceful magic tended to oversaturate the magical circuits, causing them to overheat with every spell, which caused a lot of pain in the process.

Yes, this was a very good estimation of what happened to him. For some reason, the magical crest decided that his body should output more magic and so overwhelmed his circuits with more magic. The good news was that it was a temporary issue that would continue until the circuits compensate for the increased input. The bad news was that it would hurt like hell every time he cast a spell until that time.

Thankfully, the thesis described a method of using a pre-ritual bath to moderate the output, making the expansion slower, but also less painful. Pre-ritual baths were artefacts whose purpose is to absorb the excess magic of a wizard or witch, to stop it from affecting especially delicate rituals. The room seemed to have provided Harry with one, and slowly, the young Potter took off his clothes and sank into the bath.

The feeling of relief was immediate. Harry hadn't noticed how much his body ached from the magic when he woke up and just sighed in pleasure when it did its work. With a small dip in this bath every day, he would be able to cast magic, while the magical circuit expansion happened during the night, while he was asleep.

Harry was so relaxed that he almost fell asleep while in the tub. It was when he looked at the clock in the room and realized that he almost missed breakfast, that he quickly got up to go to the Great Hall.

Once he was dry and clothed once more, he palmed his wand and decided to see if the bath worked. He waved his wand while murmuring, 'Lumos Maxima!' and a ball of light appeared out of his wand and floated in front of him. Oh, his body ached slightly more with the magic, but it didn't even come close to the agony he felt earlier.

But this was a temporary solution at best, a band-aid on top of a wound. Harry will still have to deal with the magical circuit expansion for weeks if not months, and the ritual bath will only help so far. The more magic he casts every day, the more painful it will become until his next bath. That meant that Harry would need to spend less time experimenting with magic, which was a huge downside in his opinion.

There was still the issue of why Harry's crest decided that he didn't have enough magic. He was already on the upper tier of the magical power scale. He was powerful for his age. In his mind, Harry imagined Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle to be around as powerful as he was at his age. There were no psychological blocks on his magic to cause any atrophy, so why did the crest decide that Harry's usual magic generation was more than what his circuits could handle?

Well, it was something Harry needed to research further, but there was practically no source material other than the badly translated book he found in the Room of Requirements. Still, Harry tried to hypothesize on the reason, on his way to the Great Hall, where he sat down to have his usual breakfast and a good dose of coffee.

The young Potter noticed that Hermione wasn't sitting alone but seemed to be arguing with Longbottom and Weasley. The fact that they had come to rescue her seemed to destroy any aversion they had towards each other. Harry didn't really know how to feel about that and just chose to continue eating.

Immediately, he was accosted by Blaise, Daphne, and Tracy. They immediately sat next to him. Daphne was the first to break her silence, "Are you alright, Harry?"

The boy nodded, "Yeah, why is that?"

"You're kidding right, mate?" Blaise interjected, "You sort of screamed in pain during the ritual yesterday and just passed out. What happened, Harry?"

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