Chapitre 312: Lots of Work
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After sending the goblins, elves and centaurs on their way, Harry offered his arm to Petunia and walked her to where Lady Longbottom was wrapping up goodbyes with the last few guests with Misty in tow.
"Lady Longbottom," he greeted, giving her a respectful nod. "Thanks for letting us use the Manor. Couldn't have pulled this off without you."
Lady Longbottom inclined her head with an approving smile. "It was a fine gathering, Harry. Just what the Yule needed—a reminder that the next generation can do things differently." She cast a quick glance over to Neville, who was caught in a laughing crowd of classmates. "You did a great deal tonight, and not just for yourself."
They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then, after one last thank you, Harry and Petunia headed toward the exit.
Outside, Misty Apparated them back to Privet Drive. The Yule celebration was finally over, leaving Harry both exhausted and pleased with how things had gone. He and Petunia stepped inside, letting the quiet of the house sink in after the evening's grand event.
"Quite the night," Petunia said, slipping off her shoes and rubbing her feet. "I never imagined I would see you host such a grand gathering like that."
Harry smirked, dropping his coat on the hall rack. "It was something, alright."
They went their separate ways for the night, and Harry retreated to his room. The pile of books and scattered notes from his Yule preparations lay on his desk, reminders of the work he put into organizing everything.
The rest of Harry's Christmas break went by in a blur. With just a week left before he returned to Hogwarts, he and Petunia traveled to France to visit Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel. Upon their arrival, the Flamels greeted them warmly, Nicholas especially pleased to see his young apprentice back on familiar ground. Perenelle, with her serene smile, welcomed Petunia. They quickly settled into the Flamel estate.
In the evenings, the four of them would dine together, the conversation flowing easily. Perenelle would share tales of ancient magical practices, her voice weaving images of forgotten lands and long-lost spells. Petunia often felt a quiet thrill listening to her stories, feeling like she was part of a hidden world. Finally, their week in France drew to a close. The Flamels bid them farewell with characteristic warmth.
The day after they returned to Privet Drive, Harry boarded the Hogwarts Express, ready to start the new semester. Petunia waved until he was long gone. The train ride was a return to familiar routines, filled with the usual chatter and excitement of students catching up after the holidays.
The second semester began with intensity, drawing Harry swiftly back into his routines at Hogwarts. Now that he uncovered the hidden Chamber of Secrets, his completed the system quest.
[System Message: New Quest - Uncover the Secrets of the Chamber of Secrets. Objective: Investigate and determine the truth about the legendary Chamber of Secrets to ensure the safety of Hogwarts. Rewards: Increased magical knowledge, enhanced reputation, and a special item from the Chamber itself.]
Before Christmas, Harry had already explored the Chamber of Secrets. Salazar Slytherin's journal, a dense, cryptic compilation of spell ideas, ancient rituals, and theories on magical manipulation. Just skimming through, Harry could see the immense value it held—if he could decipher it. Each entry hinted at Slytherin's experiments with powerful spells and magical theory that far surpassed anything taught at Hogwarts. But much of it was complicated; Salazar's notes were written in a style that required advanced understanding, something Harry knew would take years to fully grasp.
Alongside the journal, the chamber yielded a unique artifact: a green ring that seemed attuned to the chamber's Parselmagic. Whenever Harry wore it, he felt a resonance with the chamber itself, like he was tethered to its magic. He suspected the ring was the special item promised by the quest—a reward meant to enhance his connection to the ancient magic lingering within the chamber's walls. Yet, for all its allure, he still had no clue how to activate the ring's abilities.
The chamber itself remained daunting, covered in Parselrunes that twisted and wove across the walls and floors in elaborate patterns. Though he understood some basic Parseltongue, these runes were beyond him; they held a deeper structure and purpose that hinted at an entire language hidden within them. He estimated it would take years to master, but that didn't bother him. The challenge made it all the more enticing, a skill only a handful of wizards could ever hope to achieve. And if it took years? So be it.
On top of the mystery of the Chamber, there was Rowena Ravenclaw's hidden room. It was a different puzzle entirely, filled with unfamiliar runes and documents in languages even system struggled to identify. Each parchment bore layers of runic scripts, scrawled in patterns he couldn't untangle. Unlike Parselrunes, where he could at least rely on his limited understanding of Parseltongue, Ravenclaw's room left him without a starting point. The mess of symbols was, to him, nothing more than indecipherable code.
Over the following weeks, his time was split between decoding Slytherin's journal, experimenting with his new magical connections, and finding ways to piece together Ravenclaw's secrets. All the while, Hogwarts' daily chaos continued around him.
Easter came and went, and Harry organized this year's celebration much like last year's. With the support of the professors, instead of the typical riddles, he'd crafted questions tailored to each student's year, covering topics from Transfiguration to Potions. Harry's approach made the event not only fun but educational, with students across all houses actively engaged. By the end, it was clear everyone enjoyed the challenge; even the professors seemed pleased with the students' enthusiasm.
Over the following weeks, Harry got busier as exams approached, juggling both his studies and the next quest—decoding Rowena Ravenclaw's mysterious notes. Harry found the cryptic runes and layered scripts frustrating at times, but he knew this was no simple task. This was Rowena Ravenclaw's legacy—a complex puzzle meant to test the sharpest minds.
Working late one evening, Harry leaned over his desk, squinting at Rowena Ravenclaw's notes. With a frustrated huff, he tapped into the System's Language Translation module, hoping it would decipher at least some of the mess. But it was all a lost cause—the system drew a blank. Avery, who claimed the Rosiers were hiding Bellatrix, turned out to be equally useless. Harry was willing to give Selena the benefit of the doubt, figuring if Bellatrix were really in hiding, it could be without Selena's knowledge. But there was no way to confirm that.
On a few occasions, Harry headed into Knockturn Alley disguised as Albus Riddle, even creating a bit of chaos one night to see if it would draw Bellatrix out. But she never showed her face, and with each trip, he came away empty-handed.
One afternoon, he found himself out in the forest of the Potter Heaven where he had been practicing storm magic with Spark, Thunderbird. While he was deep in training, the creature tilted its head, letting out a sharp caw that reverberated through the trees.
Spark repeated herself with a patient sigh, "I said, Young Potter, elemental magic is based more on intent than anything else. We creatures use magic through sound; you already know this. But what you're missing," she continued, eyeing him carefully, "is how we shape our intent into the magic we want to create. And it seems you're only half-listening."
Harry blinked, dragged back from his thoughts as he registered her words. She was right; he was distracted. His mind was circling back to Rowena's runes—he didn't know why, but something about Spark's explanation made a connection spark to life. He felt like he grasped some key detail, but it slipped through his fingers as quickly as it had come.
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