Having more or less come to my senses from the unexpected discovery, I gave out a stream of unformed neutral energy with a wave of my hand, holding it back from spontaneous witchcraft with my will. The house-elves instantly "sucked" it out of the air, and began to work with even greater animation.
"There's no need to rush; we need quality," I said to the old and satisfied house-elf.
"Of course, young wizard."
Having received a knowing nod from this creature, I quickly left the kitchen to be on the safe side. It must be hard for them here. These creatures are clearly predisposed to absorbing and accumulating unformed neutral energy, but such energy does not linger in space for long, striving to create at least something out of itself. I would not be surprised if these creatures somehow become attached to a specific wizard, absorbing small surpluses of his energy. But, on the other hand, Hogwarts is an ideal place for such a community. Everything here is saturated with formed magic, and neutral energy is capable of remaining here for quite a long time, albeit in a rarefied, but unchanged state.
After going out into the corridor and reaching the main tower, I went up the moving stairs to the Ravenclaw tower, to the Charms and Spells classroom. After knocking, I looked inside—it was empty. But the door to the adjoining office at the end of the hall was open. After passing the classroom and carefully going around the books stacked around the teaching desk, I reached this door and knocked on it, looking inside.
"Yes, yes?" Professor Flitwick responded, sitting behind a massive and expensive desk.
"Good morning, Professor."
"Ah, Mr. Granger," he smiled, "come in and sit down."
Following the professor's invitation, I went into the office and sat down on a chair opposite his desk. The office was strictly work, not personal: mountains of papers, documents, cabinets with various teaching aids and books.
"What brought you to me on a legal day off?"
I took the bracelet out of the inside pocket of my robe and placed it on the table in front of the professor. The little wizard sat up in his chair and magically pulled the bracelet closer, examining it through neat glasses.
"I wanted to give this bracelet to my sister for her birthday, but I also wanted to make sure that it only does what it should, and nothing more. You understand how dangerous and unpredictable objects can be in the magical world."
"Of course, Mr. Granger," the professor replied, not looking up from his examination of the bracelet. "I understand you perfectly and fully approve of your choice. But if I find traces of Dark Magic or curses, then you will have to contact Professor Snape. He is the most knowledgeable among us in this area."
"Undoubtedly."
Flitwick looked at the bracelet from all sides for another minute without lifting it from the table. He nodded to himself, pulled out his wand, and made a couple of passes over it.
"What should it do, Mr. Granger?"
"To protect from the evil eye, to warm, and help the body to cleanse itself of all unnecessary things, improving the ability to self-heal and other… Hmm… How was it… Self-adjustment of the body, that's it."
"An interesting thing," Flitwick nodded again, and began to make another series of passes over the bracelet.
It took the professor at least ten minutes to finish this task, put the wand on the table, and look at me with a satisfied look.
"The bracelet is completely safe and does what you said. You can safely give it to your sister and not worry about anything."
"It's good to hear. But… Can I be just a little cheeky?"
"But aren't you 'already'?" the professor smiled, narrowing his eyes slyly.
"Indeed," I mirrored the smile. "The thing is, if Professor Flitwick himself wrote a short note saying: 'The bracelet has been tested and approved, use it, and happy birthday,' then it would be a really good gift for her. She is so dependent on the attention and approval of older and knowledgeable people. It doesn't matter what they know."
"Indeed," Flitwick nodded gravely. "I have noticed such a vice in Miss Granger. Well… I will have no difficulty in writing something like that."
The professor levitated a rather high-quality piece of parchment from somewhere with a gesture of his hand, picked up a pen, dipped it in an inkwell, and quickly wrote a note in extremely neat calligraphic handwriting.
"Here you go, Mr. Granger. Bring joy to your sister on her holiday."
"Thank you, Professor," I nodded with a sincere smile and stood up from the chair, taking the bracelet. "Have a nice day."
Having left the office, and then the auditorium, I headed to the main tower. Having taxied into one of the niches, I took advantage of the insane advantage that comes with owning the internal neutral energy—unlimited, as far as the brain, will, and imagination will allow, sorcery. Having wrapped myself in a tightly fitting and thick layer of energy, I imagined as clearly as possible, according to the precepts of the elven fragment, how I became invisible to everyone. I had to strain myself quite a bit, and mainly only so that the magic in its high concentration would not do anything else, in addition to the embodiment of my desires. Yes, this is one of the difficulties of working with internal energy—the expenditure of willpower is equally proportional to its volume and density. Although owning such power gives limitless possibilities, the poverty of the human mind mercilessly cuts these possibilities.
Raising my hands in front of my eyes, I did not see them. Then I noticed that I stopped seeing my own nose out of the corner of my eye—an object that is always in my field of vision one way or another. How absurd is the power of a wizard with neutral internal energy. The power is absurd, and the way they teach you "not to use it"—this is exactly the feeling that comes from training. But this does not mean that there is no meaning or benefit in this, and I will find this benefit, collect it, master it, and understand it. In time. Unreasonable haste has never led anyone to anything good.
In this state, I headed towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, who guards the passage to the Gryffindor common room. You can't pass by the passage—it's on a large flight of stairs, and from the outside, in this place, the Gryffindor tower is closely adjacent to the main one. There is nowhere to hide here, there are no secluded places, and there are portraits and paintings everywhere on the walls. Although, the walls of the main tower are almost completely covered with portraits, paintings, and other animated creatures.
I didn't have to wait long. The students passing by didn't even notice me, and I maintained the spell, occasionally pumping energy into it. Expensive… How expensive it is! The wizard shards are indignant, seeing such a waste of energy. But they are indignant quietly—the assimilation does not stop for a moment.