Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Harry Potter is a boy with special talents. When he was young, he was sent to his aunt's house and lived an ordinary life. Until his 11th birthday, he received an admission letter to Hogwarts School. This letter changed his life, revealed the mystery of his life, and made him know that he was a wizard, and Hogwarts would be the place where he would learn and grow.

On that first day at Hogwarts, Harry found himself sorted into Gryffindor House. It was a tall tower house filled with a sense of bravery and courage. His classmates included Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and their friends. Hermione was very smart, and Ron, though often harsh in words, was loyal and kind in heart.

In his first year at Hogwarts, Harry encountered many mysteries and challenges. He learned magic spells and potions, and explored the maze-like corridors and eerie basements of the school. In those thrilling and exciting adventures, he met some special characters, such as Hagrid Hagrid, who had a head as hard as a boulder, and Albus Dumbledore, the mysterious headmaster in a black robe.

Headmaster Dumbledore is the soul of Hogwarts. He is smart and wise, and is full of love and trust for his students. In every conversation with Harry, Dumbledore reveals his unfathomable wisdom and secret thoughts. Under his guidance, Harry gradually understands the complexity and danger of the wizarding world, as well as his own role in it all.

However, Hogwarts is not only about academics and friendship. As Harry learns more about the history and dangers of the wizarding world, he also discovers the conspiracy and terror of the dark arts. Voldemort's shadow is like an expanding black cloud, covering the entire wizarding world. He is the master of Harry's destiny and the source of evil he must face.

In the second year of school, Harry and his friends face a new student named Ptolemy Regulus, and together they challenge the wizards of Hogwarts. Born into a family deeply influenced by the dark arts, Regulus seems to have an unusual attraction to the dark arts and evil forces. Harry and his friends must uncover the true intentions of this mysterious student while protecting Hogwarts from the harm he may bring.

In the spring of the fourth year, Harry Potter stood in the playground of Hogwarts School, the sun shining on him, making his black hair shimmer. His heart was filled with an unprecedented determination and desire. Since facing the challenge of Regulus, he realized that he needed a stronger power to protect himself and the people he cherished.

Harry knew that he needed to master a power that could protect others, a power beyond conventional magic. At the suggestion of Headmaster Dumbledore, he decided to learn and master the magic circle. This is an ancient and powerful form of magic that requires deep knowledge and superb skills to control.

Dumbledore stood beside Harry, his eyes sparkling with wisdom. "The magic circle is an extremely complex form of magic, Harry. It contains the secrets of the universe and the source of power. Only those wizards with strong hearts and strong wills can master it."

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and felt the magic flowing in his body. He began to draw runes on the playground, guiding the magic bit by bit with his wand. The runes flickered under his feet, gradually forming a complex and beautiful pattern.

His mind raced as he drew the runes. He thought back to his childhood days on Privet Street, when his aunt and uncle treated him coldly. He thought back to his surprise and excitement when he first saw Hogwarts. He thought back to every adventure and every laugh he had with Hermione and Ron.

But he also thought of those dark moments. He grew up under Voldemort's shadow and faced the cruel fact that his parents were killed. He didn't want such a tragedy to happen again, and he didn't want those he loved to be hurt again.

"Focus, Harry." Dumbledore's voice interrupted his inner thoughts. "The magic circle requires your full concentration."

Harry nodded, his eyes refocused on the wand in his hand and the runes under his feet. He could feel the fluctuations of magic power inside his body, it was a powerful and wonderful feeling, as if some deep connection between him and the universe was gradually being established.

The process of drawing a magic circle is not easy. Every rune must be drawn accurately, and every flow of magic must be guided precisely. Fine beads of sweat oozed from Harry's forehead, but he did not stop. He knew that this was the path he had chosen, and he had to stick to it.

"Very well, Harry," Dumbledore's voice sounded again. "Your will and skill are growing. Keep going and master this ancient magic."

A surge of power surged in Harry's heart. He took a deep breath and continued his work. He felt that his body and soul had been deeply baptized and sublimated in the process. He was no longer afraid of those dark forces because he knew that he had found a stronger power deep in his heart - the power of hope and courage.

"This is a new beginning," Harry said to himself, his voice full of determination and confidence. "I will learn to control my destiny and protect what I love."

As he drew the last rune, a golden light rose from the magic circle and fell around him. It was a sacred and solemn light, like the blessing and protection of the universe.

On a cold and quiet winter night, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts Academy, candles flickered with dim light, reflecting on the faces of the students sitting quietly. Harry Potter sat in a corner of the Great Hall, his eyes focused and deep, staring at a blazing fireball in front of him.

The Fireball was a powerful form of magical energy, the highest state of fire, requiring great skill and inner peace to control. Harry had been practicing and studying hard for several weeks, and now he had finally decided to try to absorb the powerful energy contained in this blazing flame.

"Harry, are you ready?" Headmaster Dumbledore's voice rang out. He stood behind Harry, staring at the fireball with his crystal eyes.

Harry nodded, he took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing rhythm. He could feel the heat and energy radiating from the fireball, it was an incomparable powerful feeling, making his skin slightly hot.