Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Harry felt a huge pressure on his shoulders, and he was not sure if he could bear such a responsibility. But he knew that escaping was not the solution to the problem. Hogwarts has always been his home, and now, protecting this home may be his mission.

Harry Potter stood on the high tower of Hogwarts, the night wind gently brushed his face, bringing a hint of coolness. He looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Since the encounter with the mysterious power in the Forbidden Forest, his life has changed dramatically. Although he has mastered some of the new power, the source of this power still makes him feel uneasy. He can feel that this power does not belong entirely to him, but is part of something bigger and older. That connection does not bring simple magic, but a deeper connection, a power that he cannot fully understand.

The existence of this power made Harry feel a little lonely. He couldn't explain what he was going through to others, and even Hermione and Ron couldn't fully understand it. Although they cared about him, they hadn't really experienced what Harry had experienced. This made Harry feel even more isolated and helpless when facing this power.

"I have to figure this out." Harry whispered to himself, full of determination. He knew that continuing to rely on this power without understanding its source might bring unpredictable consequences. He must find a way to understand this power more deeply and understand the secrets hidden in Hogwarts.

At this moment, Harry suddenly remembered a place - Albus's Magical Supplies Shop in Hogsmeade Village. It was a small shop that specialized in selling various rare magic supplies. Although it was not as famous as those shops in Diagon Alley, it contained many strange magic items. Harry vaguely remembered that he had seen a kind of magic water there that could enhance the perception of magic. This magic water might help him better understand and control the power in his body.

The next morning, Harry walked through the gate of Hogwarts and walked along the winding path towards Hogsmeade Village. The sky was gloomy, as if foreshadowing an approaching storm. Harry's mood was as heavy as the sky. He didn't know if he could find the answer here, but he had to try.

Walking into Albus's Wizardry Shop, Harry was attracted by the various strange items in the shop. On the counter were various glittering bottles, ancient books and mysterious magic tools. The owner was an elderly wizard with a long white beard, looking down at a thick ancient book. When Harry approached, the owner looked up and smiled.

"Harry Potter," the shopkeeper's voice was low and gentle, with an elusive wisdom, "what is it that you are seeking here?"

Harry was a little surprised that the shopkeeper knew him, but he quickly calmed down and got straight to the point: "I need a magical water that can enhance magical perception. I thought, maybe you have such a thing."

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, as if searching for something on Harry's face. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through Harry's heart. After a moment, he nodded, turned around, took a dark blue bottle from the shelf, and handed it to Harry.

"This is water from the Magic Spring," the shopkeeper explained, "It can enhance your magical perception, allowing you to more clearly feel the flow of magic around you. But remember, you need to be careful when using this water, as it will amplify your perception and may also bring some unexpected side effects."

Harry took the bottle, and it felt slightly warm in his hand, as if it contained a great power. After paying, he walked out of the store, feeling full of anticipation and a little uneasiness. He knew that this might be the key to his understanding of that power.

After returning to Hogwarts, Harry couldn't wait to try the water from the magic spring in his dormitory. He carefully poured out a few drops of water and gently applied it to his forehead. Instantly, a strong wave of magic began to spread from his forehead and spread throughout his body. Harry closed his eyes and felt dizzy, but he soon got used to the feeling.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole world had changed. Harry could clearly see the magic floating in the air. They were like tiny dots of light, slowly flowing in the air. These dots of light were spinning around him, as if showing him some kind of complex dance. He stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and the dots of light moved with his gestures, forming a complex rune.

Harry felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. This perception ability was far beyond anything he had experienced before. Through this perception, he could better understand and control his magic, and even see the faint magical fluctuations hidden in Hogwarts.

However, as time went on, Harry discovered that this enhanced perception was not entirely without cost. Whenever he concentrated on sensing the magic around him, he would feel a strange pressure in his head, as if a force was constantly impacting his mind. He began to have frequent headaches and even had nightmares at night, in which runes and dark shadows that he could not understand always appeared. These dreams were so real that he sometimes could not tell whether he was in a dream or in reality.

"This perception is too strong," Harry said as he lay in bed one night with a splitting headache and a sense of uneasiness in his heart. "If this continues, I'm afraid I will lose control."

He secretly decided in his heart that he must find a way to help him balance this power. He couldn't let this power get out of control, especially before he fully understood its nature.

The next day, Harry found Hermione and Ron again and told them everything about his situation. After listening, Hermione said solemnly, "Harry, this doesn't sound like ordinary magical perception. The power in your body seems to have some connection with your spirit. This may be because the magic of Hogwarts itself is resonating with you."

Although Ron didn't understand the principles of magic as well as Hermione, he still asked worriedly, "What should we do? Harry, can your body withstand this kind of power?"

Harry shrugged helplessly. He himself didn't know the answer. But he knew that continuing would only make things more complicated. They decided to go to Professor McGonagall, hoping that she could provide some advice.

After listening to Harry's description, Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment and then said, "Harry, Hogwarts is an ancient castle, and its magic comes from thousands of years of accumulation.