Chapter 10

The summer went on, crawled, ran, and finally ended. Harry was of little interest as a subject for observation. He was an ordinary boy. There were no Horcruxes on his forehead. But there was something darkly magical about the Sol Rune, and it gave the boy's aura a noticeably disturbed imprint.

There is undoubtedly some connection between the child and the Lord, but what kind of connection is impossible to determine, hidden by the darkness of the curse. There are many possibilities, ranging from a marriage bond to a forced familiar bond. The option of a magical contract is also possible. In the canon, I think the boy's mother screamed: "Kill me, not him," which Tom did. If the child acted as a witness and stapled the contract with a spontaneous outburst of fright, then a lot of options are possible. A guessing game of no practical use.

Fifth year, how much is in this word. First and foremost is the OWL's "Ordinary Wizard Levels" exam. If you pass it, you're a full-fledged mage, even if you're not of age. The main thing is that you don't have to study anymore, you can live your life in peace. It's not that I didn't want to study for a few more years, but the possibility of leaving school at any moment warmed my soul.

With the help of potions and charms, for which I had to go to London more than once, it was possible to determine the exact components needed for an individual wand. I bought them without a problem, because nothing unusual was needed, but there was no money left, despite the good profit from the sale of magic herbs and extracts. Nothing, I'll make up for it next summer, I have some ideas.

Due to the important exams in the life of every magician, I managed to get out of the greenhouses without any problems. Not that anyone asked me if I was going to work this year, but I was polite, thanked the Dean for everything, and said I wouldn't be doing any student projects because I needed to focus on my studies. Sprout agreed. After all, I graduated this year with almost no C's.

 If I try my best, there is a chance I can get good grades, that is, pass the OWLS above expected and excellent. In fact, I decided to little mess up my report card. Let the same divination and not attend, but I pass it, no one forbids me. As I prepared myself and all that. I think a few satisfactory in the report card will look perfect, it is necessary to maintain the image of a diligent, but not grab stars from the sky student.

Practices and training to develop the mind and mental sphere, plus an artifact that trains memory finally gave a stable result. Absolute, perfect memory. Fantastic. Now all that's left is to put it in order, for which I should start studying occlumency. But in general, the fifth course was one of the easiest for me. From October to March, I leisurely made a personalized wand. It came out beautiful, handy, powerful, its own. It was as different from Mr. Ollivander's consumer goods as a compact car is from a sports car. It seems to be both cars, and here and there the same units and aggregates, but the result is different. Of course, the stick itself is no substitute for skill, a professional swordsman with a crappy iron weapon will beat a loser armed with the best mace, but subjectively I considered myself knowledgeable and experienced enough to use a professional tool to its full potential.

This school year I spent a lot of time in the help room reading and copying books. Nearly ten thousand books, that's more than enough for a personal grimoire. It's the Ritual of Recognition that I'm disappointed in. I tried it on a large ten-volume rune book. What can I say, it was memorized quickly and well, that's the plus side. But on the negative side, in addition to purely physical inconveniences like a splitting head and a storm in the mental layer of the aura, there was an overabundance of completely useless information. How the material illusion could know what paper and ink the books were made of, I still can't explain. Knowledge is simply not enough. The magic of the Room of Requirement is, in my biased opinion, a semi-divine level of enchantment mastery. It seems, well, a little extra information, what's the big deal? Ah, if only it were that simple.

Knowledge is knowledge because it allows one to penetrate to the very essence, and the limitation is only in the ability of the one applying the information to realize it. I was great at it, so now I know a lot about the molecular composition of ink, paper, the spells used in their creation and production, and much more. Thank you, at least I didn't get to the level where the materials were in the composition of trees and minerals. If I compare how much information I got on runes and how much on the material medium, it would be a grain of sand next to a stone. No harm without good, there was a great incentive to learn occlumency as soon as possible, we need to remove this layer of useless knowledge.

The year ended with the OWLs exams, which I passed without any problems. A few threes, a few fives, the rest above the expected. So much for the glory of magic. Of course, Sprout scolded me for taking unnecessary initiative, but it was in a friendly way, and her attitude towards me was a bit peculiar. She seems to favor me, but it's strange. I'm kind of the black sheep of the department. Ha-ha, you are. I'm constantly accused of being too absorbed in my studies and too detached from the team. I joke about it, saying that the Sorting Hat suggested the claw, but the badger on the crest is cooler. In five years, I haven't found anyone I can really call a friend. Just acquaintances and buddies. Well, it's time to hit the road. Holidays are coming!