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Third Person POV
Adam leaned forward over his parchment, wand held steady above the page. The shimmering web of light he'd conjured glowed faintly, threads rippling in response to the slightest twitch of his wand. Every flick of his wrist, every murmur of an incantation, sent pulses traveling through the strands like vibrations across a spider's silk.
He narrowed his eyes, lips moving silently as he layered new runes over the diagram. The symbols hovered above the parchment, spinning and locking into place, one after another.
A few tables away, a pair of Ravenclaws stared wide-eyed at the floating lights and quickly decided it was safer to relocate. Adam ignored them completely.
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Adam (muttering under his breath):
> "A standard Homenum Revelio reveals human presence. But if I adjust the resonant signature threshold to detect silence—the absence of magical frequency—that should trigger the web. Shadows can hide from sight… but they can't erase the echo of what they've stolen."
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He traced another rune in the air, sweat beading along his brow. Sparks hissed where the tip of his wand met the shifting lines of magic. For a moment, the whole pattern glowed brilliantly, then dimmed to a soft, steady shimmer.
He exhaled, chest heaving.
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Adam (thinking):
> All right. The spell's built. Time to test it…
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Lifting the parchment in both hands, he whispered the incantation.
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Adam:
> "Revelare Anima… Silencio."
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A gentle blue glow spread outward from the parchment, rolling like a ripple through the library. For several feet in all directions, the glow faded as it encountered normal magical signatures—students, books enchanted to stay on shelves, floating dust charms.
But along one edge of the table, the web twitched violently and recoiled, sparking a burst of bright red light.
Adam's eyes widened.
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Adam (thinking):
> Bingo.
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He quickly checked over the runes again. The result was subtle but unmistakable: a flicker of negative resonance. An absence of magic, like a breath sucked out of the air. Not quite a full presence, but a hollow, silent shape in the magical fabric of the room.
Adam grinned to himself.
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Adam (softly):
> "So that's how I'll find you. You can hide from eyes… but not from the silence you leave behind."
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He waved his wand, dismissing the detection field for now. No point alerting the entire library to what he was doing. Madam Pince would swoop down on him like a harpy if she saw any more sparks or glowing runes near her precious books.
He sat back in his chair, rolling his shoulders to ease the ache from hours hunched over his work. His mind buzzed with both exhaustion and triumph.
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Adam (thinking):
> All right. Tonight, I'll cast this across wider areas of the castle. Corridors. Common rooms. Maybe even the Great Hall. One flicker of silence in the magical field, and I'll know where to look.
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He carefully closed his books and stacked them, tucking the parchment into the folds of his robe. The hush of the library felt different now—as though something were lurking in its shadows, waiting for him to find it.
With one final glance around, he stood and slipped out from between the towering shelves, the quiet scrape of his chair echoing off the high ceiling.
Adam's eyes glinted as he disappeared into the dim corridor beyond.
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He exhaled sharply, pressing his lips together. "Alright," he muttered under his breath, the words nearly lost among the rustle of parchment and whispers in the library shadows. "I guess I don't have much time—and I don't want to be punished because of these goddamn games."
He left the library with long strides, robes trailing behind him as he made his way through the cool, winding corridors of Hogwarts. Stone arches rose above him like the ribs of a great creature, each passage bathed in shifting light from floating candles that hovered in silent procession. The scent of ancient stone and dust clung to the walls, and portraits murmured as he passed, some glancing curiously at him, others pretending sleep. His footsteps echoed in the quiet, crisp and precise.
"I was never this interested in classes like I am now," he murmured, voice low, eyes darting across the flicker of shadows cast by the torches. "I don't know what's wrong with the old me. Maybe these gods really want to test my sense of justice by throwing this kind of entertaining quest into my face."
He turned a corner, nearly bumping into a huddle of whispering Hufflepuffs, who scattered like startled birds. Adam kept walking, his thoughts running ahead of his feet. "Is the System really a gift," he continued under his breath, "or just another way of torture—even though, if I'm honest, there's no real harshness in it… so far." His fingers drummed on the spine of the thick tome tucked under his arm.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the ancient tapestries lining the hall. "Anyway, I need to figure out why everyone here insists on calling me stupid. Or maybe—" he paused, his voice dropping even lower, a note of suspicion curling around the words, "—this is like some parallel world. Because I know I'm more intelligent than Isaac Newton when it comes to… well, everything." He stopped completely, leaning against the cool stone wall for a moment, gaze distant. "Maybe it is. Maybe this is me in another world."
A humorless laugh slipped out of him. "Fuck… I cannot imagine myself being weak and stupid."
He pushed away from the wall and continued down the corridor, steps growing more confident, the flickering torchlight painting shifting patterns across his sharp features. "Guess I'll find out sooner or later. For now, let me fucking enjoy these moments." His mouth quirked into a smirk, dark eyes glinting. "I guess there's no harm in being alive—and as Camus said, seeking for meaning is meaningless in itself."
He reached the classroom door, took a steadying breath, and pushed it open. The heavy wooden door creaked as he slipped inside, eyes scanning instantly across the rows of desks, over the chatter of students already gathering their quills and parchment.
As he crossed the threshold, his mind sharpened like a blade. His objective was crystal clear: to observe every single soul in that room—every flicker of magic, every hidden silence. The hunt for the Shadow was far from over.
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Adam slipped into the classroom, the ancient stone walls echoing with the scrape of chairs and the rustle of robes as students settled into place. Sunlight streamed through tall, mullioned windows, streaking the room in slanted bars of gold and dust. At the far end, a large blackboard gleamed in anticipation of chalk scrawlings yet to come.
Instead of his usual solitary corner, Adam made his way deliberately toward Draco Malfoy, who lounged at a desk near the front, arms crossed and an expression of exaggerated boredom on his pale face. Crabbe and Goyle flanked him as usual, both looking faintly confused about why they were there at all.
As Adam dropped into the seat beside him, Draco lifted his chin and drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm:
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Draco:
> "Ooo… like you finished your learning?"
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Adam tilted his head, matching Draco's tone perfectly, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
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Adam:
> "Yeah. And guess what? I want to test it on you, my Blondy rat."
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Draco blinked, scoffing as if genuinely offended, though a faint spark of amusement flickered in his grey eyes.
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Draco:
> "So you've finally learned how to answer and talk too, have you?"
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Adam's lips curled into a smirk.
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Adam:
> "Perhaps."
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Draco opened his mouth for a cutting retort—but before he could deliver it, the heavy wooden door banged open. A gust of cool air swept into the room as Professor Vector, slender and sharp-eyed, swept inside in her deep blue robes. She dropped a stack of books onto the front desk with a resonant thud, instantly commanding silence.
She glanced around the class with keen eyes, her dark hair tied in a severe knot at the nape of her neck.
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Professor Vector:
> "Wands away. We're going to work purely with mental calculations today."
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A collective groan rippled through the room. Draco rolled his eyes dramatically, while Adam leaned back in his chair, suddenly intrigued.
Vector began scribbling complicated arithmantic symbols across the blackboard, chalk squeaking in rapid bursts. Numbers, runes, and geometric figures spiraled into a dense wall of symbols that made Crabbe blink in visible alarm.
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Professor Vector:
> "Today's topic is Magical Probability Streams—the mathematical models that predict the likelihood of magical phenomena occurring simultaneously. For instance, the odds of two disillusioned wizards accidentally colliding in a corridor, or the likelihood of spontaneous magical resonance triggering a hidden spell in a crowded hall."
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Adam's eyebrows rose slightly, interest sparking as he quickly pulled parchment from his bag. Draco leaned over, whispering under his breath:
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Draco:
> "I'd rather wrestle a hippogriff than listen to this."
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Adam didn't look away from the board as he replied, voice equally low.
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Adam:
> "Don't worry, Blondy rat. I'll explain it to you later… in words even you can understand."
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Draco made a sputtering noise and elbowed him, but before he could escalate the mock fight, Vector spun around sharply.
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Professor Vector:
> "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. …" Her eyes narrowed slightly at Adam. "Adam. Do you have something to share with the rest of the class?"
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Draco immediately slumped back, shaking his head. Adam gave her his most angelic look and replied coolly:
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Adam:
> "No, Professor. We're just… preparing our minds for intellectual enlightenment."
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A faint flicker of exasperated amusement crossed Vector's face. She sniffed.
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Professor Vector:
> "Excellent. Then enlighten yourselves with this equation."
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She flicked her wand, and a fresh line of complex symbols spiraled across the blackboard. Adam leaned forward, eyes glittering with challenge, while Draco stared at the board as though it had personally insulted him.
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Professor Vector:
> "Solve for the harmonic constant that predicts overlapping magical signatures within an enclosed space."
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The chalk danced across the blackboard as Professor Vector's voice rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the intricate symbols of arithmancy expanding into dizzying spirals of equations.
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Professor Vector:
> "Now, remember: magical resonance is not simply raw power—it's a fluctuating waveform, and its probability peaks where converging magical signatures overlap. For example, if two disillusioned wizards occupy the same magical radius—"
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Hermione Granger's hand shot into the air, the motion crisp and precise as a dagger. Vector pointed to her without even turning around.
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Professor Vector:
> "Yes, Miss Granger?"
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Hermione launched into a rapid explanation, words spilling out as she detailed the harmonic constants and their relation to wand-core resonance frequencies. Her hair bounced with every emphatic nod, and her quill hovered above her parchment, ready to jot down more notes.
Adam, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, arms folded, dark eyes roaming lazily across the room. But he wasn't listening to the lecture so much as observing the people within it.
He tracked the flicker of eyes, the fidgets of nervous students, the muttered whispers of those who'd long given up trying to understand the equations. His gaze drifted from corner to corner until he saw someone sitting and remembered Draco's words.
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> "I'd haunt Cho Chang, Imagine those shiny eyes crying…"
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Adam blinked, recalling Draco's twisted confession in the library. He shifted his eyes toward where Cho Chang sat two rows ahead. She was biting her lip, dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she scribbled in her notes.
And before Adam quite realized it, he kept looking. And looking. His stare grew intense, focused, thoughtful—as though trying to peel away her very soul.
Cho eventually glanced over, confusion creasing her delicate features as she caught his unwavering stare. Her cheeks turned faintly pink.
Adam snapped out of it abruptly and looked away, clearing his throat. A rush of heat crawled up his neck as he slumped a little lower in his seat.
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Adam (thinking):
> Smooth, Adam. Real smooth. You're supposed to be hunting shadows, not… staring like a lunatic.
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Vector's voice suddenly snapped him back to attention.
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Professor Vector:
> "So—if a spell's resonance harmonics diverge at precisely one-seventh of the base frequency, what is the coefficient required to stabilize the magical waveform?"
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The entire class fell silent. Hermione frowned, chewing her quill furiously. Even she looked uncertain, eyes darting over the scrawl of runes on the board.
A hush stretched out, heavy as stone. Draco leaned over and hissed under his breath:
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Draco:
> "I'd rather die than answer that."
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Adam stared at the blackboard, brows drawn together. Numbers and sigils whirled in his mind like gears locking into place.
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Adam (thinking):
> One-seventh… that's a harmonic split… which requires a stabilization coefficient matching the inversion of the magical constant—of course…
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He sat up straight, lifted his hand, and spoke coolly into the silence:
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Adam:
> "It's 0.143, Professor. Derived by inverting the resonance vector and applying the constant from the standard magical modulation curve."
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A collective gasp spread through the classroom. Even Vector blinked once, sharply, before recovering her composure.
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Professor Vector:
> "Excellent, Adam. Precisely correct. Five points to Slytherin."
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Hermione stared at him as though he'd sprouted a second head, her mouth slightly agape. Draco shot him a look halfway between admiration and suspicion.
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Hermione (under her breath):
> "Since when…?"
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Adam merely tilted his chin and smirked faintly, pretending to examine his quill as though he hadn't just stunned the entire class.
The lecture rolled on, but for the next half hour, whispers chased Adam's name around the room. Even Hermione kept glancing sideways at him, brow creased in deep confusion.
When Professor Vector finally dismissed the class, students leapt from their seats as though fleeing a battlefield. Parchment, quills, and inkwells were swept away in a rush of escaping bodies.
Adam stretched his arms above his head, muttering under his breath:
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Adam:
> "Hell, I was supposed to observe, not answer in this fucking boring lecture."
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But as he slung his bag over his shoulder, his eyes caught on Cho once more. She was gathering her things, still looking slightly flustered.
A sly spark flickered across Adam's expression. Without quite deciding why, he began to follow her through the crowd, steps silent as a shadow.
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[ End of Chapter. ]
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