Upcoming end of the year

"Finally, the end of the first year is approaching. How's the progress, Jarvis," Henry said. He was in his laboratory in his briefcase, examining the bones taken from Diagon Alley. There wasn't much mention of necromancy in the films. He had only seen the Inferi in the sixth film.

"With your increased examination of the castle, the completion rate of the secrecy magic has reached sixty per cent, sir. With the examination and analysis of the books and items taken from Diagon Alley, the completion rate of the ritual design has increased, but you still need to get information from the Room of Requirement," Jarvis said and continued.

"I developed the Observation Hakis as a magic pulse with the latest adaptations of magic. I operate the magic pulse autonomously, using the magic in your body. Although I process the information obtained from the magic pulse, I recommend that you simulate training so that you can use the information from the pulse in your battles, sir," said Jarvis.

"It will do for this year. What is the level of development of my body and magic?" asked Henry.

"Sir, your current magical capacity is three times that of Harry Potter, the highest among your peers. I have observed that your muscle growth is three times faster than that of normal people, at the same rate as the growth of your magic. My inference is that magic has an effect," said Jarvis.

"So restricting the release of magic from my body at an early age had that effect. As all wizards will later in life with the use of a wand. Anyway, even though I won't be able to attend Dumbledore's event this year, I should be ready in the fourth year at the rate I'm developing," said Henry.

Henry was thinking about putting his name in the goblet of fire. He had to increase his influence in the wizarding world for his goals. Henry thought long and hard about what he wanted to do in this world. He still wanted to fulfil his old goals, but now he would proceed differently.

He had fully adapted to this world. He didn't look down on everyone or see them as fictional characters. That didn't mean he respected them, but he stopped ignoring them. The most important thing was that he wanted to have fun and live without regrets. He had died twice. He was never afraid of death, but he had tasted the darkness. After he learnt that he was in the Harry Potter universe, he was free from his self-made restrictions.

Henry left his lab and lay down on the bed in his dorm room. With the increased rate of discovery of the castle, a new charm had been added to his briefcase. Normally untraceable, the extension talisman would render your presence untraceable within areas of Capacious extremis. Henry had asked Jarvis to design an amulet to be displayed in the room in case it was the Marauder's Map or Dumbledore's own map.

The charm was attached to the briefcase, and it worked. Since it was in the briefcase, the charm was not very difficult to make. The secrecy charm Henry wanted would have a similar function, to make his presence known in a different location. With enough knowledge, Jarvis could create any spell Henry might want.

Henry awoke, gave Mark 1 control of his body, and began to train the pulse of magic in his mind. Meanwhile, Mark I was doing Henry's daily morning exercise. He woke up every day at five in the morning and never broke his routine. With the release of magic from his body blocked, his growth accelerated. Although he still hadn't reached his old form, he was getting in shape.

Today was the weekend. No one was up as early as Henry. On the way back from the morning sports, people started to have their breakfast in the great hall. As the end-of-year exams were approaching, students were getting up early to prepare for them.

There was no practical exam for first-year students this year. There would be a written exam. They would receive a grade based on the results of the assignments given by the professors during the year and the sum of their exam scores. Henry had experienced the impact of academic performance on life in his past life.

Even if he didn't care, he would get a superior grade in all of them. When he entered Hogwarts, his first thoughts were to perform average to avoid attracting attention. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that as long as he didn't show a monstrous talent, it was okay to perform. He knew Dumbledore wouldn't care.

Voldemort didn't have genius-level talent, he had monster-level talent and intelligence. So was Dumbledore himself. Henry had seen many wizards called geniuses in the history books he had read during the year. Each of them was talented in different areas.

Hermione had been the reason for these thoughts. She was a genius among her peers, and although she attracted the attention of professors, Dumbledore had done nothing but bring her closer to Harry. Henry had used legillimency on Hermione on several occasions and had detected minor signs of coercion.

Although he hadn't been able to search too deeply in order not to leave any traces behind, he had found enough traces thanks to his skill in magic. As a result, it was not a problem to show his ability at a certain level. Henry's magic control was comparable to seventh grade students. With Jarvis taking control of his body and using magic, his level was increasing rapidly. Henry didn't even need to make an effort.

Even if Henry did not show his magic ability this year, he would show some of his abilities in the coming years and impress people. After Mark 1 took a shower, Henry took control of his body again. After changing, he left his dorm room to go down to breakfast.

As he descended into the common room of his house, Padma was coming down the hall from the girls' dormitory.

"Good morning Ma, are you going down for breakfast?" Henry asked with a smile. He loved talking to Padma and spending time with her.

"Good morning Henry, yes, I am going for breakfast. Did you do morning exercise today?" Padma replied with a smile.

"Yes, I never break my routine. Girls like muscular men Ma, that's why I work out," said Henry, posing.

"Idiot," Padma said with a laugh. They went down to the great hall, joking together. After breakfast, they went to the library. Padma was studying textbooks while taking notes for exams. Henry had three arm-thick books next to him, reading another book in his hand.

"It's not fair," Padma said, looking at Henry.

"I know Ma, it's not my fault I'm so handsome," Henry said with a proud expression on his face. Neville, who was studying at the next table, hit his head on the table when he heard Henry.

"Shameless, I'm not talking about that. It's unfair that you have such a memory and reading speed," Padma said, pointing to the books on the table.

"Hahaha, so you don't deny that I'm super handsome" said Herny, his hands in JoJo poses with his hair remembered from his past life.

Padma was watching Henry with blank eyes. At first her face was a little red, but when she saw Henry's poses, she seemed to question life. Neville, who was banging his head on the table next to him, turned round to look at Henry when he heard him again. He was overcome with fear at the poses he saw, got up and started to run.

"I think I'm blind," Padma said, rubbing her eyes with her hands.