Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

After successfully retrieving The Secret of Time, Harry, Hermione and Ron reunited to continue their research. However, Harry's uneasiness did not disappear because of this small victory. On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented pressure and fatigue, which gradually eroded his mind.

Harry sat alone in his office in the dead of night, his fingers gently stroking the precious book. His thoughts were in a mess, and his inner anxiety made him feel at a loss.

"Can I do it?" Harry asked himself in a low voice, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open, and Hermione walked in. She saw Harry's expression and immediately felt his fatigue and uneasiness.

"Harry, you look tired," Hermione said with concern, "You should rest."

"I'm fine, Hermione," Harry managed a smile, but his eyes revealed his inner struggle, "I'm just a little worried about whether we can really make it."

Hermione walked over to Harry, sat down and said, "I know you're under a lot of pressure, but we can't give up. You've led us through so many difficulties, and this time is no exception."

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, "I know, but I've been feeling that my magic has been a little unstable lately, and sometimes even hard to control."

Hermione frowned after hearing this, "How long has this been going on?"

"In the last few days," Harry sighed, "I don't know if it's because of too much stress or something else."

Hermione thought for a moment, "Perhaps you need more rest and relaxation. Your body and magic need time to recover."

Harry nodded, still filled with anxiety, but he knew Hermione was right. He had to find a way to restore his powers, or they would not be able to complete the complex ritual.

The next day, Harry decided to discuss the problem with Professor McGonagall. He knew that only through the teacher's guidance could he find a solution to the problem.

"Professor, I feel that my magic has been a little unstable recently," Harry said in the headmaster's office, "This situation makes me very worried."

Professor McGonagall listened carefully, her brows furrowed. "Harry, this may be because you are under too much pressure and burden. A wizard's ability and mentality are closely related. You need to find a way to relieve your stress."

"But we're pressed for time," Harry said anxiously. "I don't know how to relax myself."

"Perhaps you could try meditation and relaxation magic," Professor McGonagall suggested. "These methods can help you regain your inner peace and thus stabilize your magic."

Harry nodded and decided to try this method. He knew that only by restoring his ability could he lead everyone to complete the key ritual.

Over the next few days, Harry began to take time out every day to meditate. He found a quiet spot by the lake at Hogwarts, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his mind. He felt the breeze from the lake caressing his face, the birds chirping in his ears, and his inner anxiety gradually dissipated.

"Focus, relax," Harry repeated to himself, trying to get himself into a peaceful state.

This method gradually took effect, and Harry felt that his magic began to stabilize. He also felt more relaxed, and the uneasiness and fear in his heart were gradually replaced by determination and confidence.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron were busy with other preparations for the ceremony. Hermione had been studying the complex spells and runes to ensure that every step could be performed accurately. Ron was responsible for finding the necessary magical items, and he used his intelligence to cleverly obtain all the necessary materials.

One fine afternoon, the three of them gathered together again, and Harry told Hermione and Ron about his situation.

"I feel much better," Harry said, smiling, "Meditation has really helped me a lot."

"That's great, Harry," Hermione smiled with relief, "We have prepared all the materials, now we just need you to recover."

Ron patted Harry's shoulder and said, "We have always believed in you, Harry. You are our leader, and we will overcome this crisis together."

Harry felt the support and encouragement from his friends, and his heart was filled with gratitude and determination. He knew that they were about to face the final battle and must go all out to meet the challenge of fate.

As the day of the ceremony drew closer, Harry's magic gradually returned to its best condition. He felt the familiar power surging in his body, and his heart was filled with confidence and determination.

"We are ready," Harry said firmly, with a gleam of determination in his eyes, "No matter what difficulties we face, we will face them together."

With the help of meditation and relaxation, Harry's magic gradually returned to stability. Harry knew that he not only needed to restore his magic, but also had to find a way to condense this power into a powerful magical fruit to meet the upcoming challenges.

On a cold night, Harry stood alone on the tower of Hogwarts, overlooking the entire castle. His thoughts were in a mess, and his heart was full of doubts and expectations. He knew that the magic fruit was a legendary item that could greatly enhance magical power, but to successfully condense this fruit, extremely high magic control and incomparable concentration were required.

"I have to do this," Harry said to himself, a determined gleam in his eyes.

The next day, Harry found Professor McGonagall and told her his idea.

"Professor, I want to try to condense the magic fruit," Harry said seriously, "I believe it can help us complete the ritual and protect Hogwarts."

After listening to this, Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Harry, this is indeed an extremely powerful magic, but it is also very dangerous. You need extremely high magical control and concentration."

"I understand," Harry replied firmly, "but I'm willing to try."

Professor McGonagall smiled, "Okay, I will help you with this magical training. However, you will need more practice and preparation."

In the next few days, Harry began to practice the concentration of magic fruit under the guidance of Professor McGonagall. Every day, he would choose a quiet place on the edge of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts to practice. He knew that this was not only a test of physical strength and magic, but also a test of his mind.

"Concentrate your attention and feel the flow of magic in your body," Professor McGonagall instructed. "Concentrate this power into a point and slowly form fruit."