Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

One of the elves finally decided to speak with him, "I bes Tweak, young student. Why yous be in our kitchens."

Harry frowned at the broken English but smiled immediately after, "Well I heard that you were all the most hard-working elves in the country, and I wanted to see for myself."

The elves preened proudly at that, "Of course, Wes being the most hard-working. Wes Hogwarts elves."

Harry chuckled, "Of that, I have no doubt. Tell you what, Tweak, do you mind getting some bacon for my friend Hedwig here? She's very hungry. As am I for that matter."

Before he even finished his sentence, Harry was immediately pushed towards one of the tables and a plate of food was summoned in front of him. Hedwig, on the other hand, had a plate full of bacon just for her.

Harry gave the elves a gracious smile, "Thank you for the meal. I am sure it will be delicious. Oh, can you get me some coffee too? It's a bit of a morning ritual for me."

A cup of coffee practically materialized next to his plate, "Thank you. You really are amazing."

The elves seemed to be slightly teary but still had blinding smiles on their faces. Perhaps, they just weren't used to people giving them compliments, or thanking them for that matter. But at least they didn't jump at him and burst into tears like Dobby did to his counterpart in the stories.

And the meal really was delicious. Hedwig practically devoured her small pile of bacon, and both Harry and his companion left the kitchen with full bellies, ready to continue their day. Harry then proceeded to walk towards the seventh floor to take his daily ritual bath. The room of requirements really was god sent; the Potter scion really didn't know what he would have done if it didn't help him with his condition. Harry didn't want anyone, especially not Dumbledore or Quirrel to find out about his abilities. He was staying out of their little pissing match as much as possible.

Harry walked by the door three times, while wishing for his ritual bath, and as expected the door appeared. Hedwig's questioning hoot was very amusing, and Harry started to explain, "It's called the Room of Requirements, it's supposed to turn into anything a person needs. Here, let me show you."

As Harry disrobed and took a dip into the bath, he groaned in relief as the excess magic was siphoned off his body. He then gave Hedwig a wink and suddenly the room started to shift into a giant forest. Harry gave Hedwig a small smile, "Go on, girl, have fun."

The snowy owl hooted and flew away. Harry, though, decided to use this time to take out a book he was slightly putting off reading. Its title was 'An Introduction in Alchemy'.

It was one of the required books for sixth years taking the alchemy elective. With all this talk of philosopher's stones and immortal alchemists, Harry had wanted to get a preliminary understanding of the field, even if it was probably far above his competence.

Harry had copied the book, in the library, not wanting to let anyone know how advanced his studies truly were. And he started devouring the theory. Funnily enough, the concept is very simple and could be summarized into two words: Equivalent exchange. Well, magic was technically based on the concept, but the exchanges made using alchemy were permanent ones.

It was an entire overhaul of the wand magic system because it wasn't based on wands at all but on ritualism. With alchemy, transfiguration became transmutation. Charms became permanent enchantments, Potions became permanent elixirs, and Curses became unanchored and permanent. It was a very delicate concept of magic, that could easily backfire with permanent consequences.

The fact that this was taught to sixteen-year-olds was disturbing. Then again, a first-year could accidentally burn someone alive with a spell, so that wasn't out of the ordinary. And yet, Alchemy was by far, the single most dangerous type of magic that Harry had read about so far.

No wonder Alchemists were so much in demand all over the world; they were the only ones capable of making permanent serums that can stop certain diseases. It was very hard though, and most people quit after a couple of lectures. Yeah, Harry couldn't see a teenager with a subpar magical theory education understanding a word of this. That made Dumbledore practically the only competent alchemist in the country and that gave him a monopoly over all alchemical regents in the nation. That man made himself quite literally indispensable to magical Britain, and it was disgusting.

His political positions in the Wizengamot, in the ICW, and as Headmaster of Hogwarts, let alone the only source of alchemical elixirs in the country, quite literally made him untouchable. Should he lose all these positions, the political and economical ramifications would be massive.

Alas, Harry had no wish to confront Dumbledore. He didn't even want to be on the man's radar. Let him distract himself with useless concepts of fate and destiny, while Harry grows as a wizard. The Potter scion put the book down with a huff. The contents were heavy, even for a scholar like him, and Harry realized that he would need to have a competent understanding of Runes to start making sense of the specifics of the field. And it's not like Harry had any plans on using any sort of Alchemy without a teacher. Yeah, permanent magic was scary.

Harry took out his wand and murmured, "Tempus!" and realized that it was almost noon. He had spent over five hours in the room and he needed to hurry up to get back to their daily meeting in the library. After all, he had a few things to say to her about Halloween.

Harry called Hedwig back and got dressed. A few minutes later, he and his owl left the room and headed towards the library.

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