I took an empty vial out of my bag, transfigured it into a mirror, and examined myself. The first thing that stood out from my usual image was the vertical pupils. It was still the same blue eyes, and it seemed that the iris was even a little brighter, but the pupil was vertical and now rather wide open. I looked around and was surprised to find that my vision had improved, its sharpness, although no colors had been added, and the night was still not rich in color, even under the light of the moon. But then I see movement on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and after looking closely, I recognized a werewolf sniffing out something. I wanted to get a better look and realized that I could even see the sparse hairs on a large body, stuck in shape between a wolf and a human. But it was not this that caught my attention, but a lot of small scars from puncture wounds - the werewolf had no fur to hide them. historical

As if sensing being followed, the werewolf began to look around with a very intelligent expression and finally decided to look in my direction. I don't think he saw me, but he ran off into the woods anyway. It was definitely Lupine. He was in the same shape, with the stab wounds, and he'd gone to the hospital wing with them a month ago. Well, it's okay, his time will come. By the way, the question arises - is he allowed to "go out for a walk"? Judging by his perfectly reasonable look and demeanor, he's now under the potion, and his brains are in place, but still. ??

<The school teaches werewolves. Where is Hogwarts going?>

Ignoring the words in my head, I continued to examine myself through the mirror, but the only thing I found in addition to my eyes were slightly sharpened fangs, both upper and lower. Although... all teeth were affected - the cutting edge had obviously sharpened, but the shape remained unchanged. But I don't see any other changes.

<Increased physical characteristics by 31.4 percent of what they were before they went under the moonlight.>

"What the... How the hell would you know?"

<I can see better from here.>

"Where from?"

"From here."

"Well, stay there. Physical characteristics, damn it! What's that supposed to mean? I went out into the moonlight, and several changes occurred to me that affected my eyes, teeth, and whole body, but at the same time, I remained myself?"

Despite the cold winter breeze, I unbuttoned my robe and other warm clothes and began to examine my torso. It was still the same, and the scars were still there! But something had happened!

<A very peculiar werewolf boy who isn't even a werewolf in the usual sense.>

To hell with it! I'm not going to throw myself at anyone, and my mind is in place, which means it will be possible to think about it later.

I left the Astronomy Tower and went back to the common room. The boys were still asleep at the table, so I returned to the room without disturbing them. The others were asleep, too. I took an evening walk and went to bed.

And what is it in my head? Can you introduce yourself already?

<Don't panic, funny boy. I'm what made the diadem capable of all sorts of calculations and mental experiments.>

I demand details.

<You don't think there are any charms or spells capable of increasing the speed and quality of thinking many dozens of times, do you? Nor did Rowena think so, being well aware of the limits of the human body at this stage of evolution.>

"Did they know about evolution in those days?"

<Of course not, funny boy, that's me interpreting information based on your knowledge and understanding of the world around you.>

Okay, stop. So you, whoever you are, quietly climbing over my head and the knowledge in it, but I can't do that to you?

<Limitations to the preservation of the mind. A different kind of thinking and perception of information. And I have no knowledge. Only of myself. That's the way it was meant to be.>

Okay, let's think I believe you. Go on.

<I can't tell you what Rowena was thinking or why it turned out the way it did, but here's the result. A human mind, separated from body and soul, is placed in a different data carrier. That's in a language you can understand.>

"I wonder who Rowena put under the knife to create her diadem."

<I suspect she copied her own mind. I spent many years on her head, and her degree of paranoia was simply overwhelming. She could only trust her thoughts and ideas to herself.>

"But wouldn't depriving the mind of memory confuse the personality? What was the point?"

<Exactly, but the limitations were spelled out in the diadem itself. I have my own Self, but I don't know what it consists of.>

"Is this the reason Rowena's daughter couldn't use your computational powers?"

<No, no, not at all, funny boy! I just didn't want to help the thief.>

"Then why weren't you discovered by Voldemort? He doesn't seem to be a weak wizard."

<Pfft, ha ha ha, you really are a funny boy! Voldemort is only self-taught. A frightened, greedy, ambitious, overbearing, unprincipled self-taught wizard. Knowing by heart the entire school curriculum and a couple dozen books of the Forbidden Section, he thought he was a mighty wizard. He believed so much in his own infallibility and genius that he delved not just into dark magic but into downright blackness, discovering or inventing more and more dark and brutal spells and rituals. Doesn't it remind you of anyone? Three goals were in his life at the time of the creation of the Horcrux in the diadem - strength, power, and immortality. His shard, once in the diadem, sought the enchantments that would make the diadem so unique. But could an arrogant dark wizard have thought there was intelligence in the diadem, and the diadem itself wasn't enchanted at all?>