Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Harry felt that his understanding of magic was getting deeper and deeper, and he gradually learned how to coexist with these ancient magical forces. He felt an unprecedented power, and at the same time he understood the responsibility and mission behind magic.

"Harry, we still have a lot of work to do," Hermione said to him after a study. "Although these ancient magics are powerful, we must use them with caution."

Harry nodded, knowing full well that Hermione was right. "I know, Hermione. I will be more careful."

They continued to work hard, gradually unraveling the secrets of "Dark Origin" and gradually found an effective way to fight against black magic. Harry felt his faith becoming stronger and stronger, and he knew that as long as he and his friends united, they would be able to overcome any difficulties.

One night, Harry sat alone in the tower of Hogwarts, looking at the starry sky, his heart full of hope and determination. He knew that the road ahead was still full of challenges, but he no longer felt alone. He had friends, teachers, and the support of the entire Hogwarts.

Harry closed his eyes and felt the power of magic flowing in his body. He knew that this power was not only for fighting, but also for protecting everything he cherished. He silently made a vow that no matter how difficult the future would be, he would do his best to protect Hogwarts and his friends.

After meditating in the tower, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Ron were waiting for him, with worried looks on their faces. Harry smiled slightly, trying to calm them down, but the uneasiness in his heart still lingered.

"We have discovered more about Dark Origin today," Hermione said, holding several parchments filled with notes. "But we must be more careful. The power hidden in this book is too great."

"I know, Hermione," Harry nodded. "We'll be careful."

At this moment, the door of the common room was suddenly pushed open, and Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan walked in. Dean had a nervous look on his face, and he was holding a thick book in his hand.

"Harry, we need to talk to you," Dean said, a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

"What's wrong, Dean?" Harry asked, frowning slightly.

Dean glanced at Hermione and Ron, as if he was hesitating whether to tell them the truth. Harry felt his heart tighten, and his intuition told him that things were not simple.

"We noticed something was amiss," Dean said finally. "This book contains some information about the Dark Arts, and we thought you should take a look at it."

Harry took the book, turned a few pages, and found that it contained some spells and symbols about black magic. He felt puzzled, as these contents were very similar to what they had seen in "Dark Origin", but more detailed and dangerous.

"Where did this stuff come from?" Harry asked, with a hint of alarm in his tone.

"We found it under your bed," Seamus interjected. "You know, Harry, the book is so powerful that we were worried you might be in danger."

Harry's heart was shocked. He had not put the book under the bed, nor had he seen it. He had an ominous premonition that some conspiracy was brewing.

"I never saw the book, and I never had it under my bed," said Harry, with a gleam of anger in his eyes. "How did you find it?"

Dean and Seamus looked at each other, obviously not expecting Harry to say that. Hermione and Ron also felt that something was wrong, and they looked at Harry nervously, trying to understand what was going on.

“We’re just trying to help you, Harry,” Dean whispered. “We think the book could be dangerous.”

Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew he couldn't be easily controlled by anger and had to find out the truth.

"I understand your concerns," Harry said, trying to remain calm. "But this book is not mine, and we need to find out where it came from."

Just then, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared at the door. She had obviously heard their conversation.

"What's the matter?" she asked, her eyes full of seriousness.

Harry briefly explained what had happened, and Professor McGonagall's face became more serious. She walked up to Harry, took the book, and looked through it carefully.

"This book is filled with Dark magical powers indeed," said Professor McGonagall, with a hint of warning in her voice. "None of you should handle such books without understanding them."

Dean and Seamus lowered their heads, obviously realizing that their actions were a bit reckless. Harry felt helpless, he knew they were well-intentioned, but such an action might bring greater danger.

"Professor, what should we do?" Harry asked, his eyes full of determination.

Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, and finally said: "We must find the source of this book and thoroughly understand its contents. Harry, you and Hermione continue to study "Dark Origin", Ron, you and I will investigate the origin of this book together."

Harry nodded, hope rising in his heart. He knew that, although things had become more complicated, they were not alone in this crisis. The whole of Hogwarts would face this crisis with them.

When the night was quiet, Harry returned to his dormitory, thinking about everything that happened today. He felt tired, but also felt an unprecedented strength surging in his body. He knew that he had to be more determined and brave to protect Hogwarts and his friends.

Lying on the bed, Harry closed his eyes and felt the power of magic flowing in his body. He knew that the road ahead was still full of unknown dangers, but he was ready. He would keep moving forward and meet every challenge until the shadow of darkness was completely dispelled.

Harry Potter has been feeling an indescribable fatigue recently. Although he has been working hard every day to study "Dark Origin" and find ways to fight against the dark magic, his magic seems to be gradually declining. This feeling makes him feel uneasy and confused, and he doesn't understand why he has become so weak.

One night, Harry sat alone by the window of Gryffindor Tower, looking at the starry sky outside. The night outside the window was quiet and deep, but the uneasiness in his heart was like a surging wave, difficult to calm down. His mind kept recalling everything that had happened recently: from the adventure in the library, to Dean and Seamus finding the mysterious book, to the gradual decline of his magic power. He felt that he was trapped in a fog and could not find the direction.