The_Absolu

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Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and not me.

Summary:
She was only two years old when her life changed. She is known as the smartest person in the wizarding world to most. To others, she is someone who willingly shares her knowledge. And to some, she’s a person who inspires envy, though they do not understand the side effects of such a curse.

Information:
-Our protagonist is Neville Longbottom’s older sister.
-While our protagonist doesn’t possess a talent like Dumbledore’s, she has an intelligence equal to or even greater than his.
-The harem will not be large (maximum of 3 or 4 members).
-I am trying to base this story on the books, but please remember this is a fanfiction, so I may choose to alter some rules of this world.
-I could also take a fan as inspiration for some elements but I promised that I would not copy the content.
-Updates will be inconsistent, but I will try to avoid more than two days between chapters. I said TRY.
-And finally, enjoy reading, and I hope it’s a pleasant experience.

The Curse of Time (Harry Potter Fanfic)

"Of course, the practice you will do will be focused on Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions classes. There wasn't much practical work in the DADA course, and I don't think you would have learned much from Lockhart."

All the students who had been petrified, except Penelope, who had reached the age of majority and could do her practical work at home, were present.

"We'll start by making potions, and then we'll assess your progress."

The potion they were tasked to make was quite simple and not overly complex. In three hours, we could finish a potion without too many issues, especially since, compared to Professor Snape, I actively monitored and guided them through even the smallest problems.

The house-elves were quite happy to be able to serve food to some students during the holidays. This is the period they hate most because there isn't enough work for them to do, even with cleaning.

Speaking of elves, Dobby has gone to try to find other elves in the same situation as him before I officially release him. Once he has finished his search, I'll ask him to assist with some of my research.

Dobby is so stubborn when it comes to working. Even though his living conditions are far better than the average for house-elves, he still prefers to have a substantial workload, to the point where I sometimes have to force him to sleep for his own good.

It's true—it's the 28th of July, and in two days, it will be my little brother's birthday, followed by Harry's the next day.

I've often wondered since the beginning of the holidays if Harry would even be allowed outside, considering his family's hatred of magic. Hermione mentioned that his living conditions there are pretty harsh, so I've planned a little gift to keep him from getting bored.

After giving lessons, I wandered through the corridors without Mary for once, which felt strange because she's usually present at the castle.

"Oh, Miss Longbottom, what a pleasure to see you again."

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Aren't you bored now that there are no students to talk to?"

"Unfortunately, a little. It's true that living company wouldn't bother me."

"At least we're here, even if it's only for a week. Also, I'm sorry."

I drew my katana at an incredibly fast speed, aiming for the phantom's throat. I've seen the wound that cost him his life countless times, so I knew the path I needed to take with my weapon.

It passed perfectly through the spot before meeting the source of one of his misfortunes—the tiny piece of skin attaching his head to his body.

To the surprise of anyone who might have been present, the katana didn't pass through the piece of skin. Instead, it was stopped by it.

The phantom screamed in a pain he had never felt before as I strengthened my body to ensure my blade could sever that stubborn piece.

Finally, those few millimeters gave way, and the head flew off, caught by my gloved hands, which were specially enchanted to touch ghosts.

"I'm sorry for having to inflict this pain on you, but it was the only way to grant your dearest wish."

I turned his head so he could see his beheaded body.

"Indeed. My katana reacts with souls, and the immaterial body of a ghost is a soul. Therefore, I was able to perform this service for you without any trouble."

Without the venom of the Basilisk, I couldn't have helped him, but now he could finally join the Headless Hunt.

"I can't thank you enough for what you've done. At last, I can join without being rejected. Thank you again."