Interrupting his narration, Harry, having smiled warmly, gently strokes the magethinker and continues.

«He's a clever boy; he completely restored order in the books uploaded for him, correctly sorted them, and himself developed a system of search and references to all mentions in different topics.

Now I only need to set the task, and all the calculations will be performed both for the ritual and for the artefact creation. Once, » Harry smiles brightly, «I gave him the task of calculating a potion according to the given parameters, just for fun. »

«And how did it go? » Alrus asks with genuine interest, leaning forward.

«Excellent! He gave me three variants of the recipe, though with a vague dosage from start to finish that I needed to determine in practice. Still, it saved a lot of time. As a result, based on them, I was able to create the portion I needed without asking you at that time.»

«How interesting! Сan we talk about this later? And I still don’t understand what is wrong with Sirius. »

« Under the book’s author's assumption, the bigger the artefact, the bigger the possibilities it has. I performed calculations and figured out that besides making different computer functions, he could also have hearing, sight, and the ability to speak. »

«But...?! » hurries Alrus his father, when he's realised that Harry doesn't really want to continue.

«What- but? As you’ve probably already understood, I had no success. Or rather, things got down except Sirius can’t speak, hear, and talk. »

« Come to think of it, » Harry, for some reason, lowers his voice at these words, « I think he has a dual personality. When he's working on the tasks he's given, he's an adult who has his own opinions and can offer interesting ideas. Also, he was able to fix a bug that occurred in the creation of the mage thinker, and now the memories can be turned out to make it easier to watch.

But when there's nothing demanding the performance of any tasks, then he becomes different, and I have the impression that I'm speaking with a child of tender years. »

« No more than five years, yes? »

«Yes, how did you know? »

«I’ll tell you later, » Alrus brushes off his father. «Let me think. »

After a long silence, when Harry’s patience is about to run out, Alrus emerges from his thoughts and, noticing his father’s state, asks.