Harry Potter with Technology System

Ch96- With Great Power Comes Great Tiredness

As the conversation continued, Harry listened and occasionally contributed, all the while keeping his mind alert to the undercurrents of the group dynamics. It was clear that Slytherin House was a complex web of alliances and rivalries, and navigating it would require careful thought and strategy.

Daphne, noticing Harry's thoughtful expression, leaned in slightly. "You seem lost in thought, Potter. Care to share what's on your mind?"

Harry, glancing at her, decided to voice his musings. "I was thinking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. The idea of a curse is intriguing. It's a puzzle that begs to be solved."

Daphne's eyes sparkled with interest. "A puzzle, indeed. Perhaps something we could investigate together?" Her suggestion carried a hint of excitement. The idea of delving into one of Hogwarts' many mysteries seemed to appeal to her.

Before Harry could respond, Pansy interjected with a dismissive wave of her hand. "A curse? Please, it's just bad luck and incompetence. Why waste time on such trivialities?"

Malfoy, eager to assert his opinion, added, "It is more than that, Pansy. It's not just about the curse. Potter’s goal is to understand the hidden aspects of Hogwarts. Knowledge is power, after all."

Harry nodded in agreement, pleased to see Malfoy was shaping into a good underdog. "Exactly. It's not just idle curiosity. Unraveling this mystery could reveal deeper secrets about Hogwarts and its history."

Tracey, who had been silently listening, finally spoke up. "It's not just the Defense position. Hogwarts is full of unexplained mysteries and legends. Maybe we're just scratching the surface."

Daphne, turning to Tracey, smiled. "You're right. Hogwarts is a treasure trove of secrets. And who knows what we might uncover if we start digging."

The group's conversation shifted to discussing various Hogwarts legends and myths, each member contributing their own piece of knowledge or hearsay. Harry listened attentively, filing away every piece of information for future reference.

As the conversation wound down, Harry stood up, stretching his arms. "Well, this has been enlightening, but I have some essays to catch up on. Greengrass, Davis, I haven't forgotten about our deal."

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "I'll hold you to that, Potter. Don't think you can get out of helping us with those essays."

Tracey grinned. "Yeah, yeah! You promised to help us, Potter."

Harry returned their smiles. "I'll see what I can do. Goodnight, everyone."

As he left the common room, Nigel's voice resurfaced in his mind. "Holding everything your arms can reach again, Master Harry. Just don't forget to catch some sleep. Even wizards need their rest."

Harry, climbing the stairs to his dormitory, replied mentally, "Do they, Nigel? I started to see sleep as a waste of time lately."

In the solitude of his dormitory, Harry settled at his desk, books and parchment spread out in front of him. He began working on the essays. However, it was not Harry in the literal sense who was doing the task. His consciousness, divided through a cloning technique in the Virtual Room, allowed him to multitask efficiently. While part of his consciousness stayed in the real world, handling the mundane task of writing, the other part delved into the Virtual Room.

In this virtual space, Harry was deeply engrossed in exploring the nuances of different magical languages. His current focus was Parseltongue, the language of snakes. As his first beast language, Harry found it more intuitive compared to the more complex Thunderbird and Unicorn languages. He practiced his spells, trying to imbue them with the sibilant whispers of Parseltongue, experimenting with how this might alter their effects or potency.

Nigel observed this multitasking with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "Master Harry, you're a veritable one-man academic army. Essays, spell research, and whatnot. Is there anything you can't do simultaneously?"

Harry chuckled in response, his virtual voice tinged with humor. "I haven't tried cooking and Quidditch at the same time yet, Nigel. But give me time."

As he continued to experiment with Parseltongue, Harry began to feel a deeper connection to the language. It was as if the very essence of the serpents he was emulating was becoming a part of him, enhancing his magical intuition and giving him insights into aspects of magic he had never considered.

This exploration was not without its challenges, however. Parseltongue was a complex and nuanced language, and mastering its subtleties required a level of concentration and understanding that was both exhilarating and exhausting. Each new discovery opened up a myriad of possibilities, and Harry found himself drawn deeper into the study, eager to uncover all the secrets this ancient language held.

Nigel, sensing Harry's deepening fascination, offered a word of caution. "Be careful, Master Harry. The pursuit of knowledge is a noble endeavor, but even the most intrepid explorer needs to come up for air occasionally."

Harry acknowledged Nigel's advice with a mental nod, aware of the need to maintain a balance. But the allure of the unknown, the thrill of discovering hidden aspects of magic, was too compelling to resist.

As the night wore on, Harry continued his studies, the sounds of Parseltongue echoing in the Virtual Room, each syllable a key unlocking new doors in the world of magic. In the real world, his clone finished the essay, placing the quill down with a final flourish. The parchment was neatly rolled up and set aside, ready to be handed in the next day.

As the clone finished the nightly ritual and entered the bed, Nigel's avatar materialized in the virtual room, a look of concern etched on his digital face. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Master Harry?" he asked, his voice reflecting his apprehension. The idea of forgoing a full night's sleep was risky, and Nigel, ever the voice of reason, couldn't hide his worry.

Harry, immersed in his studies, glanced at Nigel's avatar with a determined look. "We won't know until we try, will we?" he responded, his tone a mix of excitement and resolve. This was one of the more audacious ideas he had concocted since creating his mental clone, James. The plan was simple yet daring: let the clone rest while his main consciousness continued training through the night.

Nigel, crossing his arms in a distinctly 'Nigel-esque' manner, sighed audibly. "I suppose not, but remember, even the brightest wizards need their rest. Don't push yourself too hard."

Harry, appreciative of Nigel's concern, gave a reassuring nod. "I'll be careful. But think of the possibilities, Nigel. This could revolutionize the way I learn and train."

Nigel, still skeptical but resigned to Harry's decision, warned, "Just don't come crying to me when you fall asleep in your porridge tomorrow morning."

Harry chuckled at Nigel's characteristic dry humor. "Noted. Now, let's get back to it. Parseltongue won't master itself."

The night in the virtual room progressed with Harry deeply engrossed in his exploration of Parseltongue. The language's hissing syllables reverberated through the virtual space, each sound a puzzle piece fitting into the larger picture of magical linguistics. Harry practiced casting spells, infusing them with the serpentine language, marveling at the subtle but significant changes in their effects.

Meanwhile, in the real world, his clone rested peacefully, ensuring that his physical body would not suffer from the lack of sleep. This unique arrangement allowed Harry to maximize his time, a precious commodity in the fast-paced and ever-changing world of Hogwarts.

As the virtual night waned, Harry's concentration on Parseltongue began to yield intriguing results. He found that certain spells, when spoken in the serpent tongue, had enhanced properties, their magic more potent and refined. This discovery opened up a new realm of possibilities, and Harry's mind buzzed with ideas on how to apply this newfound knowledge.

Nigel watched on, his digital expression a mix of amazement and concern. "Impressive, Master Harry. But remember, with great power comes great tiredness. Thus the need for a good night's sleep."

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