Harry turned to his lead duck. "Jim, good to see you too. Has our retrieved man... uh, duck been debriefed?"
"Quack." Jim led him over to Snail Q. Harry subconsciously shrank as he followed his yellow friend through the doors, heading to a far corner. As he followed through another doorway, he paused. The Delta Team member was quite fashionable.
Tight black and white striped shirt, black pants, a black mask. There was a brown bag with a golden dollar bill on it slung over his right wing. "Jim, he is wearing a... He looks like..." He rubbed his forehead. "He stole stuff while he was over there, didn't he?"
"Quack."
Harry sighed. With a flick of his hand, a rope snagged the sack and pulled it over. "Well, Let's see what we got then."
As he opened the sack, he noticed the high number of golden clouds. He looked up at the Delta member. "Did you take his PRECIOUS memories?"
"Quack."
Well, copying is not as horrible as STEALING all the memories someone had of happiness. Still, this was... private stuff here. Harry firmly moved all the golden memories into a created golden bag. He would try to avoid those. That old grease stain may dig around children minds, but Harry was the bigger man. Well, figuratively anyway. There were some really interesting ones near the bottom here... Apparently Professor Snape knew some languages, even a few esoteric ones that were really only used for spells and certain rituals. Harry absently sent those to be added to his language center. Wisdom could handle those. Here were some potion making reflexes, things like checking the heat automatically at the right time, cutting to exact widths, and so forth. These would be very helpful. A few fragments here and there, not entirely useful stuff other than this.
Still, having a potion master's reflexes would make preparation much easier for class, and Harry loved learning languages. Even the duplicate ones like French would improve his diction and reduce his accent now that he had more memories of it to reference.
Harry grinned. He should probably feel more guilty about this, but that bastard had insulted... pretty much everyone Harry cared about, really. Except for his mom. Still, hurting a teacher would cut into his learning time.
Well, hurting him more. That headache would get stronger each time Snape sneered.
Harry sighed and relaxed on the grass. Something had felt off today. What was it... oh. There was something hidden in this school on the Third Corridor. Something that someone had broken into Gringotts to try and get. That meant they were capable, slightly crazy (Or VERY crazy), and that they would likely head to HERE, since Gringotts had Dragons and stuff and Hogwarts didn't... or did it? Probably not.
A knock echoed through the bubble. What the... Oh. Padma was knocking on her door... had he left her connected?
Harry moved over and opened the door. Padma was grinning and had apparently knocked with her left foot. "Harry, I wanted to stop by. I brought kittens!"
Indeed. Her arms were full of them. He laughed as he moved out of the way. "I had no clue you could start the connection. Do you want me to take over the power though?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it really REALLY made me tired when I tried to reach out here. Probably because of how far apart we are."
Harry smiled and cocked his head. "Want me to invite the others?"
Padma shook her head. "Hermione would make us do useful stuff, like studying and learning and stuff. I mean look, KITTENS!"
Harry grinned. "Well, everyone needs a night of kittens ONCE in a while, right?"
She nodded. "For me, it's every Friday night."
He blinked. "But this is really the first Friday since you made your mental world." She waved a hand, which happened to only have one kitten. "It is a recent tradition."
Sadly Harry never got back to work that night. But on the plus side, kittens.
Professor Quirrell sighed. His body was degrading faster than he had hoped, at this rate he would need to heal his body in someway or the Dark Lord would lose his vessel. Oh, and he would die.
He vaguely remembered not having a soul in the back of his head. It seemed like... forever ago. He couldn't even remember if he had volunteered for this or not, way back then. All he could remember right now was... uh. Something. Oh, repairing his body. He had a lot of dead tissue now. The turban actually had some garlic, to hopefully cover some of the smell.
He needed to have more time. The philosopher stone was so close to being in his hands. Then he would... something. Stone? The teachers needed to be busy. He already had one Troll down there, probably. Well, he had provided it to Dumbledore, who may or may not have used it. That man was... Stone? Yes, the stone. Another troll.
He would get another Troll. That would cause confusion. Then Stone. Stone is good. It would take time to find another one, the last one had taken a month. Probably wouldn't be ready until Halloween. Then he (Stone?) Then he could get the Stone.
Albus Dumbledore was trying to convince a Phoenix to have a snowball fight.
It was going badly.
The Merp room was normally full of students. Harry wasn't sure how he kept inviting people, but now there always seemed to be SOMEONE in there. At the moment it was Harry, Hermione, and Daphne. Tracy had started hanging out with Hannah, and they had said something about trying to create new makeup ideas for Harry to turn into spells.
Harry had expected the Slytherins to complain about seeing snakes hanging around with the Boy-Who-Lived, but it went surprisingly smoothly.
Apparently some stories about Harry had started to spread in the Slytherin common room. Draco acted terrified in his presence and Professor Snape couldn't look at the boy without cringing in pain. Apparently when Severus looked at Harry sneers were automatic, so his headache was... well, pretty epic.
On the plus side, he left Harry alone, since detention (Or even conversation) gave him a migraine.
So everyone who had a problem with Harry was following their lead and trying to ignore Harry. Which turned out to be pretty hard, as the boy seemed to keep doing impossible things by accident.
At the moment, Harry was trying to do the impossible by ignoring how excited everyone was about the Halloween feast tonight.
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