The dimly lit corridor was silent as Harry stood before a seemingly solid wall, repeating his wish like a mantra.
"I want to see all the books in Hogwarts."
A grinding noise echoed through the empty hallway as the wall trembled, shifting and contorting before his very eyes. Slowly, an ornate door materialized, ancient yet imposing, as if it had always been there, waiting for the right words to be spoken.
Taking one last glance at the Marauder's Map to confirm that no one was around, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The sight before him took his breath away.
Towering bookshelves stretched endlessly, vanishing into the darkness above. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and aged leather, the kind that spoke of knowledge long forgotten. The Hogwarts Library was vast, but this… this was something else.
"Oh my God."
The words left his lips in a whisper.
Then came his second thought: All of this… it's mine.
And the third: I'm going to need a bigger space in my universe.
The sheer number of books—many of which were no doubt banned or hidden away for centuries—held the promise of unlimited knowledge. Magic lost to time, secrets buried by the Founders, forbidden spells that could rewrite the laws of reality… it was all here.
And he planned to take every last bit of it.
Hunting Time Itself
Not long after, Harry stood in another part of the Room of Requirement—one of its more chaotic manifestations, the infamous Room of Hidden Things.
The place was a mess. Piles of forgotten relics, broken furniture, discarded artifacts, and enough cursed objects to make even Borgin and Burkes jealous.
Among them, somewhere, lay the key to his plan.
Time Turners.
If there was one thing he needed most, it was time.
He knew that Time Turners had existed for centuries. It was unlikely that every single one had been accounted for. Some must have been lost, forgotten, or discarded over the years. He just had to find them.
With a flick of his wand, he muttered, "Accio Time Turner."
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then—metallic glints flashed in the air as small hourglass-like devices shot toward him, barely stopping in time to avoid colliding with his face. He caught them midair, his fingers wrapping around the delicate chains.
Seven.
That was how many had been lost in Hogwarts over the centuries.
Four were shattered beyond repair, likely thrown away after breaking. But three… three were fully functional.
A slow smirk crept across his lips.
Each Time Turner allowed a person to go back up to five hours per use, once per day. With three, he could extend his days to an insane 39 hours—more than enough time to devour the knowledge stored within the Room of Requirement.
And the broken ones?
They were just as valuable.
If he could dissect them, study their enchantments, and figure out their construction, he might be able to create his own Time Turners. A supply that he wouldn't have to rely on the Ministry for.
Of course, his Kryptonian powers already granted him control over time and space. He could feel it in the depths of his being, like a sleeping dragon waiting to awaken.
But there was one problem—he didn't understand those powers yet.
If he recklessly played with time through his innate abilities, he had no guarantee that history would remain unchanged.
But a Time Turner?
It was a fixed tool within the magical world. It adhered to a stable time loop. Whatever he did with it had already happened.
A safe, controlled way to manipulate time.
With that thought, he carefully pocketed the three intact Time Turners, setting aside the broken ones for later study.
Now, with time on his side and an entire hidden library at his disposal, there was only one thing left to do.
Learn.
Learn everything