25 December 1991, Hogwarts
The most surprising thing was that when Harry tried to activate his Arcane Hearing, he heard nothing from the cloak. Absolute silence. It was as if there was nothing there. Even normal objects had a spark of magic, no matter how small, but when the Potter scion looked at the artefact that his ancestors possessed, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the true power of a Deathly Hallow.
Harry couldn't help but wonder if theoretically, this cloak would make him invisible to magic in general, and not just to sight. The fact that the cloak was silent to his Arcane hearing was proof of that. Attempting to test it, Harry grabbed one of his enchanted quills. He opened up his ability and heard it thrum faintly when he focused on it.
The Potter scion then grabbed the cloak and put it over the quill and tried to sense it. He could feel absolutely nothing. It was as if there was nothing there, it was extremely disconcerting for Harry to put his hands up and grab something that for all his senses, shouldn't exist. He couldn't see it, he couldn't hear it, he couldn't sense it. It was as if anything underneath the cloak just stopped existing.
Harry tested the phenomenon with different enchanted artefacts, and it always worked. There was only one thing remaining and that was putting on the cloak himself. When he put it around himself, it felt like it was a second skin, and everything around was still visible and Harry could still hear the objects' magic using his Arcane Hearing. Did that mean that the cloak couldn't impede any casting from the inside?
Harry shrugged and took out his wand while being under the cloak and used a basic cast to see if a spell could travel outside of it. Alas, the spell was washed away when it touched the interior of the cloak, and yet the chair that was touching the exterior of the cloak was broken. Harry hadn't even aimed at the chair.
Curious about this phenomenon, Harry put some vases that he had gotten from one of the empty classrooms to practice some spells on, underneath the cloak and cast a stinging hex. The vase broke, but when he tried to do the same when there were clothes around the vase, it wasn't even touched, while the clothes were displaced by the spell.
Oh, so the cloak directed the spells towards its surface. Touching the cloak would mean being affected by the spell as well. It wasn't a new effect. Harry did notice the same with regular clothes, but the cloak was far more durable than them, probably even indestructible. That meant that Harry wasn't impervious to magic attacks when he was under the cloak.
It was why people could still be cursed even though the spells only hit their clothes and not them directly. But if they weren't directly touching the clothes, then they wouldn't be affected. Of course, it's far more complicated, where if you're touching something that's already touching the clothes, then you might be affected, which is what happens when someone is wearing multiple layers of clothes. However, the spell will only travel a certain distance before dissipating, which usually depends on the material of the object touched, the magical output of the spell and the nature of the spell itself. Alas, it wasn't the time to focus on such an advanced subject of spell creation.
Back to the cloak, it was such an amazing artefact, all things considered. Harry had decided to perform the final test, which was to try to sneak past the third floor corridor wards. One hour later, Harry found out that he was undetected. He was invisible to even the wards when he was underneath the cloak.
He had spent so long experimenting with the cloak that it was almost dinner time. He hadn't even eaten anything since he woke up. The cloak provided him with an opportunity to sneak anywhere he wanted without anyone knowing about it. Still, it was almost dinner time, and Harry regretted not being able to have the cloak with him at all times.
If only he could wear the cloak discretely, he pondered.
As soon as he finished this thought, the silver cloak morphed into a standard Slytherin cloak. Holy shit, it can shapeshift too?
Harry put on the cloak and willed himself to be invisible. It didn't seem to work until he put on the hood while willing the cloak to activate. Harry's entire frame became invisible to everything around him. Well, at least he could use it at a moment's notice.
Hearing his stomach growl, Harry decided to go down to the Great Hall for dinner. Harry had to admit that the hall looked like a marvel of Christmas. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls and no fewer than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles. Christmas decorations were everywhere on the four House tables. It was a very festive atmosphere.
On those tables, a hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. The Weasleys were already sitting at the Gryffindor table, pulling on magical Christmas crackers that exploded.
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