Hermione was more concerned about the Gryffindor Trial than Harry.

Early the next morning.

Ron was chewing on a table full of chicken legs in his dream, when suddenly the world turned upside down, waking him up dazedly: "What's wrong?"

Half opening his eyes, he saw a bandaged chicken leg. He was startled and shrank back, slamming into the wall. He woke up completely and looked up again to see the true appearance of the "chicken leg" - Hermione's injured hand and her serious face: "Oh, Hermione, why are you here?"

"Get up, it's time to go to the library." Hermione replied, "Where's Harry? I didn't see him in his room."

"Going to exercise." Ron yawned and picked up the bedside alarm clock. "It's only half past six, Hermione! I never get up this early even when I'm in class!"

Hermione scolded: "Look at Harry, he went to exercise, but you just sleep."

A few painful howls.

"Ron, you're so noisy." Seamus pounded the bed, "Be quiet and let me sleep."

Neville muttered, "I must be having a nightmare. Why can I still hear Granger's voice? Oh my God, please spare me."

He was the one who was scolded the most by Hermione yesterday.

Except for the Herbology class where he performed very well, his other classes... were kind of terrible.

It's not that he doesn't know a lot of magic. He can talk about it very well in theory, and he can even be said to be the best after Hermione and Harry, but he just can't perform it.

Hermione dragged me into talking for more than an hour.

After returning to the dormitory, his mind was still filled with Hermione's magical voice.

Hermione looked up, but couldn't see Neville. She glared at Ron fiercely and said, "I'll wait for you outside. Come on, Harry should be back soon."

Ron clutched the quilt in agony.

No……

He didn't want to get up, so he just let himself live with this bed for the rest of his life.

When Harry came back, he saw Hermione, looking energetic, and Ron, looking listless, sitting in the common room. He was stunned for a moment - today was the weekend.

"Up so early?" Harry inquired.

Hermione stood up and put one hand on her waist: "We can go to the library now."

"Have breakfast first?" Harry asked tentatively.

Ron stood up and said, "Eat, eat!"

"Hermione, you won't have the energy to turn the pages if you don't eat."

Hermione hesitated, then agreed.

They walked from the eighth floor to the lobby, and from the lobby to the fifth floor.

Madam Pince yawned and looked at Harry and the other three in surprise. Oh... apart from the fifth and seventh grade students, there would be little wizards who would take the initiative to come to the library so early on the weekend?

Hermione only had one hand, but she was very agile when it came to books.

Ron also got busy. He planned to start reading books on alchemy, looking for any disguise items, and also look for information about the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry was more casual.

He planned to look for information about Dumbledore first - he still owed himself a reward.

The greatest white wizard of this century, his resume is almost completely public.

Master of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Master of Transfiguration, Master of Alchemy...

The title on his head is dazzling.

Gaining knowledge from him is obviously the best choice.

As he read on, Harry's eyes suddenly became sharp.

One line of text - "Dumbledore has the only Patronus in the form of a magical creature known to the wizarding world, and no one knows how he mastered this magic."

The Patronus Charm, Harry knew it; he had read descriptions of it, and it was hailed as the most powerful spell that represented white magic.

But the patronus of most people are just ordinary animals - it is said that the patronus of wizards with Animagus form will be the same as the Animagus.

If Dumbledore knows Animagus, then his Animagus is the Phoenix?

Close the book.

Harry made up his mind that this was what he was going to learn.

It wasn't until the evening that Ron exclaimed, "I found it!"

Madam Pince glared at him.

Hermione and Harry both leaned forward.

Ron subconsciously raised his hand and covered the book in front of him.

Hermione was a little impatient: "Take your hands away and let me see what you found."

Ron hesitated and struggled for a while, but Hermione still took the book away from him.

The first line of text that caught their eyes was: "Ancient alchemy involves the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing powers. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and can also create an elixir of life that makes those who drink it immortal."

Hermione was startled, anger welling up in her heart. She crumpled up the parchment beside her hand and smashed it hard on Ron's head. She gritted her teeth and said, "We are looking for the magic of disguise, but you are still thinking about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Ron felt guilty: "I was looking for a disguise magic, I just found it first, that's all."

With a snap.

Hermione closed the book and handed it to Harry: "Hurry up and continue, or you won't be able to copy my homework."

Ron didn't care; Hermione wasn't the main source of his homework.

Harry followed up, "Me too."

Ron's face changed drastically and he took a deep breath: "Oh, no! Don't be like that, I will look for it carefully."

Compared to Dumbledore's information, information on disguise magic was more difficult to find, and they found nothing today.

In fact, there was little to be gained for a long time afterwards.

They repeat their lives day after day.

Attending classes, eating, and hanging out in the library.

It is difficult for the little wizards of Ravenclaw to compare with them.

Ron was already somewhat allergic to libraries. When he heard the word "library", he felt a dull pain in his abdomen and felt a little nauseous.

In the spells class, they also began to come into contact with their first offensive spell.

"Fireworks Curse".

Waving the wand, he summoned a ball of blue flame with a low temperature. Professor Flitwick said that this was a prerequisite skill for the spell "Burning Flames" that they would learn in their senior years.

The spell was not difficult for Harry.

But this spell was very important to him—he discovered the biggest difference in the nature of magic in the two worlds.

The magic in the demon hunter world is like a fuse. Magic guides the elements and releases spells, just like the "Igni" seal he mastered, which uses magic to attract the fire element and exert its effect.

And the magic of this world is essence.

This ball of light blue flame is a ball of magic power from the moment it is summoned until it dissipates - unless it attaches to a combustible material, the flame that remains on the combustible material until the magic power dissipates will become a real flame.

So that night...

Is it because of this reason that other seals are ineffective against giant monsters and only Igni is effective?

Harry suddenly realized, and vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something, but his current understanding of magic did not constitute a complete system, making it difficult for him to truly explore his idea.

This spell seemed a little difficult for other little wizards.

Hermione was stumbling.

After going back and practicing with Harry for a long time, he was finally able to cast the spell successfully.

Other young wizards lined up, waiting for Hermione's tutoring, which delayed the search for the disguise magic once again. This gave Ron a break and he was thankful that he no longer had to go to the library every day.

Every day something new came up that delayed their plans.

Until two days before Christmas.

Hermione finally found it. She excitedly spread out a book and placed it in front of Harry: "Harry, look at this, it's definitely what we want."

"Polyjuice Potion."

"Add something from the person you want to be, such as hair or nails, and drink it. Within an hour, you will become that person."

Harry frowned. "I don't find this in the Potions book."

Hermione shook her head: "This is something you will encounter in the OWLs exam. I just found out when I was looking through the exam materials. I'm afraid we can only find its formula in the restricted section."

As she spoke, she stuck her head out and took a look at the restricted book area that was only separated by a rope.

"That requires the professor's permission." Ron sighed, "And we don't know what this... potion is, or which book it is in."

"Powerful Potion," Hermione replied.

Ron asked, "What?"

Hermione waved her hand. "It's written here in the book 'Powerful Potions'. Don't you see it?"

"Professor McGonagall likes you very much. Why don't we try asking her?" Ron immediately turned his head and looked at Harry.

Harry shook his head and said decisively, "It's absolutely impossible for Professor McGonagall. During this period of detention, she taught me the second-year content very carefully."

"I'd rather believe that Professor Snape would be more likely to give me a note."

"Second-year content!" Hermione exclaimed, "Professor McGonagall put you in detention to teach you second-year content?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

Hermione bit her lip, her eyes full of envy: "Professor McGonagall is too partial, oh, no, I mean, I want this too."

"Maybe you could go talk to Professor McGonagall," Harry suggested sincerely.

Hermione hesitated: "Forget it, my Transfiguration is not as good as yours."

"Let's talk about how to get the powerful potion."

Harry stroked it for a while. He looked at the rope and felt it carefully. He didn't feel any magical energy on it. "I actually have a good idea."

Hermione poked her head in: "Hmm?"

"The restricted area doesn't seem to have any magical protection." Harry lowered his voice, "I have an invisibility cloak, I can try to steal the formula at night."

Ron's eyes widened: "Invisibility cloak, you still have this thing?"

"What is that?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Ron explained excitedly: "That is a very precious and rare treasure, a magical prop that can hide your body. Harry, how did you get this thing?"

Harry said simply: "My father's legacy."

The excited expression on Ron's face froze, dissipated little by little, and became at a loss: "Oh, I didn't expect this, I'm sorry, Harry."

What's there to be sorry about?

The death of his parents was an established fact, and he had never resisted it.