"Then we won't disturb you any longer. We still have homework to finish," Harry said. Seeing that it was getting late and remembering the pile of assignments waiting for him, his head immediately began to ache.
"Goodbye!" Watching Harry and Ron walk a path far better than the one they followed in the original timeline, George felt genuinely happy.
Just as he had expected, when the timing was right, even small actions could gather tremendous momentum and push everything in a better direction.
After saying goodbye to Harry and Ron, George passed through corridor after corridor, heading toward the library.
Although George knew from the very beginning that Harry was destined for Gryffindor, he himself had never considered any house other than Ravenclaw.
After all, most of the great wizard inventors and innovators came from Ravenclaw. Famous creations such as the Foe-Glass and the Floo Powder Ventilator originated there—the latter having become an indispensable means of transportation in the magical world.
Yet the magical world had grown strangely stagnant over the years. The greatest achievement of the last century's most powerful wizard, Dumbledore, was merely the discovery of twelve uses for dragon blood.
After arriving in this world, the decline of magical civilization shocked George. If he were willing to make his research public—even something as simple as a growth-enhancing nutritional potion—it would be enough to earn him the Order of Merlin, First Class.
As for the true purpose of the Blessing Potion, it had the potential to rewrite the entire history of the magical world. That he could achieve such results with only his limited personal research left him deeply puzzled by the overall decline of magic.
However, George quickly set those thoughts aside. After all, he was not a native of this world. A traveler's way of thinking—and their grasp of the future—was naturally beyond ordinary people. It would be unfair to judge others by such standards.
He knew he could not rely on anyone else. He would have to find his own way forward.
In this situation, although Hogwarts was a necessary stage he had to pass through, he had no intention of relying on the knowledge of professors who merely recited established doctrines to fulfill his ambitions.
After all, Voldemort had already turned Hogwarts—and the entire magical world—into an enemy.
After obtaining the Blessing Potion, George had prepared a carefully planned nutritional regimen, yet he could not accept hiding behind an eleven-year-old child and waiting for Harry to defeat Voldemort through sheer luck.
At this point, the only thing he could depend on was himself. Hogwarts' vast library was his sole hope. That alone left him with no choice but Ravenclaw.
Among the relics left behind by the four founders, only Ravenclaw's Diadem—said to enhance wisdom—possessed real technical depth. Gryffindor's Sword, Slytherin's Locket, and Hufflepuff's Cup had never displayed any obvious function.
Unfortunately, aside from Gryffindor's Sword, the remaining artifacts had been turned into Horcruxes by Voldemort, making it nearly impossible to study them in advance. Beyond knowing they might contain special materials suitable for Horcrux creation, their true uses remained unknown.
Even so, judging from Helena Ravenclaw's fate, the Diadem likely did not truly increase intelligence. What it probably enhanced was cognitive processing power and mental strength.
Still, even that set it far apart from the other three relics, whose purposes remained entirely unclear.
Lost in thought, George arrived at the library. Madam Pince nodded at him.
She was an elderly woman, thin to the point of gauntness, but her eyes were sharp as a vulture's. Stern and easily irritated, she became especially fierce whenever someone disrespected her beloved books.
To Madam Pince, books were sacred. Like a devout believer, she revered and trusted them, which made her particularly intolerant of younger students' careless attitudes. Meticulous and strict, she believed every book deserved honesty and reverence, regardless of who was reading it.
George's family owned a bookstore. From childhood, his grandmother had taught him to cherish books, and he had developed good habits as a result. Compared to others' casual behavior, Madam Pince's rigorous attitude had left a strong impression on him the first time he entered the library.
George's appearance was also deceptively striking. Though only eleven, he was tall, muscular, and handsome—like a statue from ancient Greece—making him stand out anywhere in the school. From the day he enrolled, he had drawn attention.
Students of the same year often looked up at him with confused or astonished expressions. Occasionally, some even reached out to touch his muscles.
Fortunately, George didn't mind. He was gentle and approachable. When children spoke to him, they had to crane their necks upward, and his naturally serious expression made them instinctively behave as if facing a teacher. This subtle pressure caused them to retreat back to their own age group soon enough.
Older students reacted differently. Although the magical world didn't worship physical strength, adolescents were still adolescents—naturally drawn to beauty.
Tall and handsome, George naturally attracted the admiration of many older girls. However, he was still only a first-year. Only those about to graduate truly appreciated his mature, masculine presence, and they were usually too busy with studies and graduation matters to act on it.
Even the professors remembered the towering first-year clearly. Yet George excelled academically and behaved properly, ranking near the top of his classes. The teachers didn't quite know how to handle him. Though they enforced the rules strictly, George remained undisturbed for a long time.
Whenever he had free time, George stayed in the library or the Ravenclaw common room, reading through the house's collection.
The library was quiet now, with only a handful of students scattered about, fully absorbed in their books.
Since the library served all four houses, it couldn't be located close to any single one. As a result, many books directly related to homework were kept in each house's common room. Most students could easily find what they needed without coming here.
Only students with exceptional reading speed and comprehension—like Hermione and George—preferred to stay in the library, continuously expanding their knowledge.
George headed toward the history section and spotted Hermione sitting on a chair that looked slightly too tall for her, her legs dangling in the air as she held a thick, old book in both hands.
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