Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"This armor looks good," Hermione pointed to a silver magical armor, "It can resist most dark magic attacks."

"And this amulet," Ron pointed to a blue-glowing amulet, "it can enhance our magical protection."

Harry nodded and decided to buy the equipment, knowing that it would greatly increase their chances of survival in battle.

"We want these," Harry said to Borgin.

Borgin nodded and began packing the equipment they had selected. "These equipment are indeed expensive, but I am sure you know their value."

Harry took out a bag of gold coins and handed it to Borgin. Borgin took the coins and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "Good luck to you, young wizards."

After leaving Borgin and Burkes, Harry, Hermione and Ron felt the burden on their shoulders was heavier. They knew that these equipment were just the beginning, and the next battle was the key.

"We need to test these pieces of equipment to make sure they can actually work in combat," Hermione said.

"Right," Harry replied, "We need to find a safe place to test this."

They decided to go to the Hogwarts grounds to test out the newly purchased protective gear. In the grounds, Harry put on silver magic armor, Hermione put on a glittering blue amulet, and Ron chose a cloak that made him invisible.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked, looking at them steadily.

"Ready," Hermione and Ron replied in unison.

Harry raised his wand and cast a powerful attack spell, pointing it directly at his armor. The armor instantly flashed a silver light, completely absorbing the energy of the spell and rebounding it.

"That worked!" said Harry with satisfaction.

Then, Hermione chanted a spell to test her amulet, and a blue light surrounded her, forming a strong shield that resisted the attack of the spell.

"This amulet is very effective, too," Hermione said with a smile.

Ron used the invisibility cloak to successfully avoid the attacks of Harry and Hermione, looking very proud. "This cloak is amazing!"

Harry felt relieved that their equipment had indeed improved their combat effectiveness. He knew that the next battle would be more difficult, but they were fully prepared.

"We now have stronger protection, but we can't let our guard down," Harry reminded. "We must always remain vigilant and be ready for any emergency."

"We will, Harry," Hermione said firmly. "We will fight together, whatever we face."

Ron nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Yes, we can definitely defeat them."

At night, the sky over Hogwarts was full of stars, but Harry couldn't sleep. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a splitting headache. In recent days, this headache has become more frequent, and is accompanied by a strange feeling, as if there is a force wandering around in his body, trying to control his will.

Harry turned over and tried to relax himself, but the headache seemed to get worse. He sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and some vague images emerged in his mind. They were some unfamiliar scenes and characters, as if calling him.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione's voice sounded in the darkness. She was obviously not asleep yet and noticed Harry's uneasiness.

"I... have a headache," Harry answered with difficulty, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, "and some strange feeling, like there's something in my head."

"This is not a good sign," Hermione sat up in bed and lit the candle next to her, "We need to find out what's going on."

Harry nodded, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He knew that this power was surging in his body uncontrollably, making him feel extremely painful and helpless. He tried to stand up, but the headache made it almost impossible for him to keep his balance.

"Let me see," Hermione walked to him, took out her wand, tapped Harry's forehead lightly, and chanted a pain-relieving spell. Although the effect was limited, Harry felt that the pain was slightly relieved.

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry whispered, "but I think this is not an ordinary headache. It may be related to my soul power."

"We need to find out why," said Hermione. "We'll go find Dumbledore's portrait tomorrow. Maybe he can give us some advice."

The next morning, Harry, Hermione and Ron came to the headmaster's office again. Dumbledore's portrait still looked at them kindly. Harry told him everything about the recent situation, hoping to get some help.

Dumbledore's portrait frowned, pondered for a moment and said, "Harry, the power of the soul in you is very strong, but this power needs to be fully controlled, otherwise it will backfire on you. You need to find a way to balance this power."

"But what should we do?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"There is an ancient magic room under Hogwarts. It is a place where ancient wizards used to practice and balance their power," Dumbledore's portrait explained. "You need to find that magic room and use the power in it to help Harry control the power of his soul."

"Under Hogwarts?" Ron said in surprise. "That place must be very dangerous."

"Indeed," Dumbledore's portrait nodded, "but it is the only way at the moment."

Harry felt a complex emotion in his heart, including fear of the unknown and desire for power. He knew that he had to find the magic room as soon as possible, otherwise he might lose control completely.

"We'll be right there," Harry said firmly, determination flashing in his eyes.

After leaving the headmaster's office, the three immediately began to prepare, knowing that this mission was very dangerous. Harry felt his headache getting worse again, and he tried to calm himself down, took a deep breath, and strengthened his determination to move forward.

Under Hogwarts, they walked through dark passages, the air was filled with dampness. Every step was filled with unknown dangers, but they had no intention of retreating. Harry felt the power in his heart gradually increasing, and that uncontrollable force seemed to urge him forward.

"We're almost there," Hermione whispered, pulling out her wand and casting an illumination spell that lit up the passage ahead.

An ancient stone door appeared in front of him, engraved with complicated symbols and patterns. Harry felt a strong magical aura emanating from behind the stone door, and that power seemed to be calling him.

"Here it is," Harry muttered, and he walked forward and gently touched the stone door. It gave off a faint light and slowly opened, revealing a spacious magic room.