Room of Requirement

It was the weekend and Adam was in the hallway on the seventh floor. He had decided that today he would return to his magic practice, more intensely. What he could do in his room and enchanted case was very limited.

Adam walked three times down the hall, wishing for a place where he could practice spells. He didn't know if the door would appear or not, so after he saw a door appear where before it was just a wall, he let out a sigh of relief and didn't hesitate to run into the room.

The room was spacious and filled with useful things for spell practice, from targets for offensive spells to materials for transfiguration.

''This place is really amazing,'' he murmured as he walked across the room.

''Time to work,'' I said with determination.

He who was without the black robe, pulled his white shirt sleeves up and faced the targets.

The silence in the room was broken when Adam snapped his fingers, in the next moment without warning, a series of spells colored the room.

There was no verbal chanting, no wand use.

He raised his focus to the maximum, his eyes barely blinking as his mind worked and traveled through the spells in his memory.

Did he remember how it felt to wear them, how the image looked in his eyes when he saw them, what were they supposed to do?

Smash ?

Burn ?

To destroy ?

He felt everything.

Less than an hour later Adam was lying with his arms outstretched on the living room floor.

His body completely wet with sweat, his breathing labored and face red, his head ached and he felt exhaustion throughout his body.

But there was a big smile on his face as he looked at the state of the place.

All the targets were now nothing more than piles of rubbish, some in such dilapidated states that the room was slow to repair them.

But it wasn't just the targets that suffered from the spells. The room itself was littered with burn marks and stains. Although they were so superficial that in an instant they were gone, for Adam it was quite an achievement.

''This really is a golden age,'' he murmured, smiling.

Ever since he turned eleven Adam felt that his magic quantity and quality had improved at a frightening rate compared to before.

Putting together research and his own experience, Adam soon understood that the age between eleven and seventeen was the best time to 'train in' magic. The 'well' of magic was like a muscle, training it daily and overloading it to obtain a good development was the best formula to evolve magically, this accompanied by a solid theoretical base, and a handful of imagination, would form a wizard of first.

At eleven years old this 'well' of magic was in a stable state, allowing young wizards to have a safe development. It was indeed the best time to enter a school.

Adam trained to exhaustion since he learned to control magic, so this wasn't something new for him, but the current gains were getting him drunk, with each passing day he felt this power grow inside him, it was great.

'What if I can extend that time period? ' he thought dreamily.

Imagine how strong he would be in a few decades if he didn't lose this quantitative and qualitative increase in magic?

But he knew that this couldn't be easy, or others would have already done it.. Unless they already have it, but never made it public, after all, what did they gain from it? recognition ? many don't care about that.

But since he didn't know if that would be possible, all he could do now was continue with the training and enjoy the next few years.

At some point, the sweat on his body had already disappeared and his clothes were dry and clean, even his hair was combed, as if nothing had happened.

''Rest is over'' He said getting up.

After training in spells, Adam turned his focus to transfiguration. This was an area of magic that really required a great deal of study and was possibly the easiest subject to discern between the ordinary and the gifted. But it wasn't enough to be talented, someone talented can do well in spells, can do well with plants, or be a great Quidditch player, but just like potions, transfiguration required discipline and a lot of study.

It wasn't just waving a wand and hoping a rock would become a mouse. It required understanding the stone and understanding the mouse and, above all, understanding the process.

The better the understanding, the greater the chances of success. It wouldn't be a lie to say that this was the subject where knowledge was even more important than magic power.

A wizard knowledgeable in the area of transfiguration, but with little magical power, would know ways to circumvent this obstacle, choosing his spells better and focusing on efficiency.

Adam sat in front of a small wooden cube, it fit in the palm of his hand and wasn't heavy.

''It looks like elderberry,'' he murmured, analyzing the cube.

He concentrated and let the magic flow through his hand, which was still holding the cube. Soon the cube began to change and became spherical, without any defects, it was a completely smooth sphere.

This was an 'easy' change, he was just changing the outer shape of the object. The transfiguration changed something on a molecular level, the molecules formed the whole of the universe. External and simple changes were easy, but changing an object into something 'living' was something much more difficult, especially if it was the other way around, changing a living being into another being or object.

Not only that, but doing transfigurations on a large scale was where it got even more difficult. A master in this area would be able to change their environment to their advantage, using buildings and the air itself to shape to their will.

This was an amazing area and Adam as an enthusiast for all things magical was keen to understand it.

Adam spent over an hour with transfiguration, he changed objects and analyzed them, broke and repaired to redo the process.

He made the cube change into a sphere several times, each time changing the way the sphere was. Once making the sphere hollow but enlarging its outside, once shifting the concentration to its center, leaving the outside as fragile as the shell of an egg but the center solid and firm.

He changed the wood to metal, ice and finally turned the cube into air, thus making it 'cease to exist'.

Adam was comfortable using wandless magic, spellcasting was something he felt he had talent for, which helped, but transfiguration was demanding, especially wandless, he knew he had a long journey to go, but that didn't put him off, rather It fuels you to try harder.

Of course his ruler was very high, for an eleven year old boy to do what he could was already amazing, and that wasn't his maximum level, he was just studying and not in a battle.

But he knew he could do more, he wanted more.

After transfiguration, Adam spent hours in Potions, where his mental library really came in handy, after all he would always remember each ingredient and its uses, the formulas and their functions. That's why Potions was something he found easy but still excited him, potions were amazing, and mysterious, with diverse and dangerous uses.

There were potions that made someone change their appearance, like the polyjuice potion. It could leave someone in a state of obsession with another, like the love potion. It could bring luck on a magical level, like felix felicis. Or force him to spit out the truth with veritaserum.

The process of making a potion was often slow and delicate, you needed to understand the ingredients and the best way to use them, many potions needed something external to work, like moonlight.

Adam liked potions precisely because they opened the way for many things, a potions master was something to be feared, even a very careful wizard could die of poison without realizing it. That's why he didn't mind spending hours cooking a potion.

When he finished studying potions, Adam began another round of target attacks. Only when he was exhausted again did he stop.

So he spent the rest of the day sitting in an armchair that the room itself had brought, reading the books that the room had provided.

Adam was mainly interested in runes. This was a matter that he felt its depth was far from what was normally observed on the surface.

Adam knew that all the didactic content that would be taught at Hogwarts about runes would be just a tiny pinch of what loomed on the surface, being just the runic alphabet.

''The runes, they give me a sense of power and antiquity,'' he muttered as he closed the rune book.

Adam bought some rune books, more complex than usual, this contact with runes, led him to realize that the runes seemed like content lost over time, something that was lost in the past.

Perhaps there were books or scrolls with important contents somewhere, but they were all from the collections of some wizard who isolated himself from society.

During his journey, Adam focused on buying all possible books about runes, and sometimes he found copies with different or slightly altered meanings, and this for runes was something important, the power of each unique stroke, of each drawing, came a lot of the wizard's understanding when doing so.

''This is a slow journey,'' he murmured, thinking of the baby steps he took in that area.

After his first contact with runes, in less than a week he had learned the runic alphabet, and memorized its common uses completely in less than a month.

Now his focus on runes was a personal project, focused on trying to understand runes in their deepest form.

He had large books completely scribbled over with his studies, mixing two or more symbols together to try to form a new one, or even breaking a single symbol in two and seeing what he got.

Before coming to Hogwarts he had already managed to form a rune that represents fire, but after that his advances were few.

''There's no rush, it's not a race after all' '' He muttered before picking up some sheets and starting to draw various rune shapes.

He chose to leave Runes as a personal study, so he always focused on the other areas first and tried to keep a leisurely pace in that area.