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With their plan set, they began their meticulous work. Each cauldron represented a unique combination of ingredients and methods. Harry and James moved between them, adding, stirring, and observing the subtle changes in the potion's color, consistency, and magical aura.

Hours passed as they worked tirelessly. The room was a symphony of magical brewing, with cauldrons bubbling and steaming. The air was thick with the aroma of various potion ingredients, creating an almost tangible sense of magic in the air.

As they progressed, Harry and James continuously noted their observations. "The diluted Sloth Brain Mucus seems to integrate well but might be too subtle in its effect," Harry remarked, scrutinizing a cauldron where the potion shimmered lightly.

James, examining another batch, added, "The concentrated form is more potent, but it risks overpowering the potion's base. We need to find the perfect balance."

They then turned their attention to the Moondew Drops. "Adding them when the potion is cooler seems to preserve their purity," Harry noted, watching as a cauldron glowed with a soft, clear blue hue.

James concurred, "And in a warmer potion, they seem to enhance the overall magical signature. It's fascinating how temperature affects their integration."

The Salamander Blood was their final challenge. "Adding it early in the process creates a robust base, but it might be too intense," Harry observed, studying a cauldron where the potion bubbled vigorously.

James, looking at a different batch, suggested, "Perhaps adding it towards the end would allow us to control its enhancement effect more finely."

Their experimentation continued, each iteration bringing them closer to their goal. They adjusted the quantities, altered the preparation methods, and experimented with the sequence of addition. The complexity of the task was daunting, but their determination was unwavering.

At one point, Harry paused, considering the interplay of ingredients. "The synergy between these components is key," he mused. "Each one must complement the others, enhancing the potion's purpose without causing instability."

James nodded, "Absolutely. The potion's balance is delicate. We must ensure that each ingredient enhances the desired forgetfulness effect without introducing unwanted side effects."

As evening approached, they finally arrived at a combination that seemed promising. The Sloth Brain Mucus was diluted just enough to blend seamlessly with the potion, the Moondew Drops added at a slightly cool temperature, and the Salamander Blood introduced in the final stages of brewing.

"This batch," Harry said, lifting a vial of the finished potion to the light, "it has the right balance. The forgetfulness effect is potent, yet controlled. The potion's stability seems intact."

James examined another vial, his expression one of satisfaction. "The color is consistent, and the magical signature is strong. I believe we've achieved a significant improvement."

Nigel's voice, ever-present in Harry's mind, offered praise, "Well done, Master Harry, and James. Your dedication and scientific approach have paid off. The mastery level of this Forgetfulness Potion is now at 78%. A remarkable achievement."

"That is good. Just 2% more for complete mastery. Once achieved, the Virtual Room can generate these potions automatically," he said with a sense of satisfaction.

As they returned to the work, days and weeks flew by in a seamless blend of magical training, potion crafting, and academic study. Each day, Harry dedicated himself to honing his physical and magical skills, guided by the ever-present voice of Nigel in his mind. The Virtual Potion Crafting Room became his sanctuary, a place where he pushed the boundaries of his potion mastery to new heights.

One by one, Harry achieved an 80% mastery level in each of the first-year potions. The Herbicide Potion, Wiggenweld Potion, Antidote to Common Poisons, Pompion Potion, Strength Potion, and Hair-Raising Potion joined the ranks of the Cure for Boils and Forgetfulness Potion, all now capable of automated creation within the Virtual Room. This significant milestone in his magical education was a testament to Harry's relentless pursuit of excellence and his deepening understanding of the intricate art of potion-making.

During this period of intense study and practice, another significant event occurred. A letter from Professor McGonagall arrived, in response to Harry's formal acceptance of his place at Hogwarts. The letter, written in a neat, precise hand, read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is with great delight that I received your letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your enthusiasm and eagerness to join our esteemed institution are most heartening.

As the Deputy Headmistress and in charge of new student inductions, it is my pleasure to provide you with further information and guidance as you prepare to embark on this magical journey. Hogwarts has a long and storied history, and we take great pride in nurturing the next generation of witches and wizards.

Enclosed, please find your ticket for the Hogwarts Express, departing from King's Cross Station, Platform 9¾, on the 1st of September. Ensure that you are there before the departure time, as the train waits for no one. Your journey to Hogwarts will be a memorable one, and it marks the beginning of your magical education.

In addition, I would like to remind you of the importance of adhering to school rules and regulations. Hogwarts is a place of learning and discovery, but it is also a community that values respect, discipline, and the safety of all its members. You will find that life at Hogwarts is enriching and full of opportunities, and I encourage you to engage fully with all aspects of school life.

We eagerly await your arrival at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter, and look forward to seeing what you will achieve in your time with us.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry read the letter with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The mention of the Hogwarts Express and Platform 9¾ ignited his imagination. He had heard stories of the magical train that carried students to Hogwarts, and now he was going to experience it firsthand.

Nigel commented, "Ah, the Hogwarts Express. A journey that marks the start of many a magical adventure. Make sure you're well-prepared, Master Harry. It's not every day one boards a train to the world of magic."

Harry smiled, accustomed Nigel's blend of guidance and subtle humor. "I'll be ready, Nigel. And I'm looking forward to seeing Hogwarts for the first time."

The days leading up to his departure for Hogwarts were filled with a sense of purpose and anticipation. Harry continued his rigorous training regimen, practicing wandless magic and delving deeper into the knowledge stored in the Technology System. He also spent time bonding with Petunia, their relationship having transformed from one of cold cohabitation to a genuine familial connection.

One evening, as Harry was organizing his belongings for the journey to Hogwarts, Nigel chimed in, "Remember, Master Harry, the Technology System and its functions are our little secret. It's a powerful tool, but with great power comes the need for discretion."

Harry nodded, fully aware of the responsibility that came with possessing such advanced magical technology. "I know, Nigel. I won't share our secrets with anyone."

As the day of his departure approached, Harry felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. He was about to step into a world that was both familiar and entirely new to him. The thought of boarding the Hogwarts Express, surrounded by other young witches and wizards, was thrilling.

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