Plans for a New World, and Second Floor Bathroom.

Adam looked at Isabella shyly entering the room and smiled.

''Goodnight to you too,'' he murmured.

Turning, he started his way back to Ravenclaw's tower. Now, it looked like he hadn't been back to his room in a long time.

''So much has happened in the last few days'' He sighed, remembering the things that happened.

First, he spent the last few days preparing the clubroom. Spending a sleepless night to finish the project, which, although he was in no hurry to start, Adam couldn't dedicate himself to something he started.

The club would be a way for him to pass on a little of how he saw magic. It would be the first stage he would have to start his idea of influencing the wizarding world.

It was still too early, but he could see a bright future not too far away.

''One day, the sun will rise brighter for the magical world, and usher at the beginning of a new magical age''

Adam believed that. The world today was very divided, and different countries and cultures did not accept new changes.

The problem with that was the stagnation of magical society. Magic provided incredible things and opened up unimaginable possibilities for the ordinary world.

That was a fact.

But how much more advanced did that make a magical society than the ordinary world?

The muggles, advanced their technology every day, and every day new things emerged.

The idea of talking to someone on the other side of the world on a cell phone was ridiculous, if someone said that to someone else in the past, they would call him crazy.

But humans have achieved this.

Artificial intelligence, absurd mathematical calculations, and studies of human anatomy.

The common world took slow but continuous steps toward a new and different world.

The absence of some resources, and the people's union for good caused, delayed advances, but even so, it continued to grow and change.

But what about the magical society?

How much has magical society evolved and grown in the last few centuries?

Perhaps there is an excuse for maintaining traditions and culture, but is it just that? Or is the problem that everyone is looking at all of this the wrong way?

How much have teaching methods at Hogwarts changed over the last few centuries?

The professors at Hogwarts today, who were once students at that school, learned from professors who also studied here, and this is a big cycle of passing on the same ideas and philosophies.

No new inventions are being created, and no new philosophies coming along. The world is stagnant, trapped in an endless cycle.

Great Britain, for example, lives in the shadows of a post-war period. Death, fear, despair, and mistrust were the feelings that dominated the last decade.

But what did this bring to this new generation?

Voldemort was against, muggle-born, and muggles. That thought of superiority brought war.

Adam was not against idealizing his dreams and chasing greatness.

If Voldemort was strong enough to accomplish his goals, he deserved to do so. The world has always belonged to the strong.

The point is that Voldemort didn't, and fell, lose the war.

Along with the downfall of Voldemort, a philosophy of acceptance of the muggle community, of a muggle, born, a union, if not between muggles and wizards, but between wizards themselves, purebloods and muggle born, should have taken place.

But it didn't happen, even after the war, the same thought continued.

The same pure-blood families felt superior, and the families, considered blood traitors, began to share hatred, now, against the purists.

Time passed, and the magical society remained with the same thoughts.

What Adam found funny was that there were capable, creative people in the world. But they didn't have the space to do their thing, and depending on the ideas it was considered something illegal, like changing a muggle item to a magical one.

Adam believed there was a need for a balance between born muggles and pure blood.

''I have no idea how magic came to be in the world, but I hope to find out one day. However, today from what I can feel, magic needs the existence of pure-blood families, and magical bloodlines need to be maintained. Just like the existence of Muggle-born, they are needed to bring new ideas, thoughts, and philosophies that only those who understand both worlds can have.''

Who is better than Adam to be the pillar of a new world? Someone who has lived through both societies, someone who has an open mind to new ideas, an insatiable hunger for power, and a quest for the unknown.

Also, Adam had something no one else had. The ancient magic made you see the world differently.

Merlin, in his day, also sought to impact the world. The true Order of Merlin grew out of these ideas. And now Adam wanted to do the same, and go further.

The club would be the first place where he would start the project of a new world.

First, the wizards needed to look at magic the right way, then everything could happen organically.

The world belonged to dreamers, the world belonged to those who did not fear the unknown.

The world was, and always would be, for the strong, those who don't accept being ordinary.

Adam reached his room without difficulty, and no unexpected encounters occurred.

When he went to bed, he was still thinking about the events of the last day.

''To create a better world, it's necessary to do a cleaning, purge the unwanted.''

Families like the Malfoy wouldn't have the space.

Adam didn't plan on destroying every family that went against the world's new direction. But wouldn't mind making some examples when needed.

There would be no room for narrow-minded ignoramuses in this new future.

Adam knew it would be difficult, and that he would meet with a lot of resistance if, in the end, he realized it was impossible to change this world, he had a bold idea in mind.

''If I can't change this world.'' He muttered, lying back on his bed, his eyes closing.

''Then I will create a World…''

His words were spoken, with no one to hear. And his words were lost in the wind.

No one heard the words that seemed like a young man's ravings...

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The next day, the rumors about everything that happened on the Quidditch pitch were already elevated to the level where things like Adam fought Dumbledore and won.

All kinds of rumors existed. Some said that Adam was involved in black magic, and others that he had an ancient lineage.

Although there were so many rumors, some truths remained.

Draco Malfoy had urinated in his pants.

And Adam possesses frightening power.

In the morning, at breakfast time. It was common to see the Weasley twins doing a show, as one imitated Adam and the other Malfoy.

And it always ended with Malfoy screaming on the floor, and his pants wet.

The Gryffindor students laughed. Slytherin had ugly faces.

Hufflepuff looked as usual.

And Ravenclaw, they were all happy, and they said that everyone in Ravenclaw was like that. Which, of course, convinced zero people. But such were the stories, many lies, and few truths.

''Why all the excitement, did something happen?'' Adam asked, sitting down at the Ravenclaw table.

''Finally you showed up.'' Anthony said.

''See if it's not our superstar,''' Terry spoke to the side. ''Man, you got a take a break, it seems like every week you get more famous.'' Terry pointed to the other tables.

Adam chuckled and took a bite of toast. Looking around.

All the students were looking in his direction. They looked at him and murmured, some girls waved.

Slytherin was the worst, they glared at you.

''I think you'd better be careful,'' Anthony warned off to the side. ''Slytherin are treacherous''

Adam finished munching his toast before answering. ''I let them come, I always have time to stop and play.''

''You're crazy,'' Anthony chuckled.

''By the way, is everything they say true?'' Terry asked, in a low voice.

''Maybe.'' Adam replied.'' Why? ''

''Nothing. I've just been reading that Occlumency book,'' Terry said. '' And I wanted to know if that invitation to the club was still valid. ''

''Do you still have the idea that Adam is going to teach you how to summon lightning? ''Anthony chuckled from the side, he knew Terry's thoughts well.

Although he said, laughing at his friend, he still asked Adam. ''You won't, right? ''

Adam laughed and shook his head. ''Not summon lightning,'' he replied, adding right after that. ''But I can teach you other things''

''Other things?'' Terry asked.

Adam looked at his friend with downcast eyes, his voice slightly icy, mimicking a certain someone.

'' I can teach bewitching the mind and confuse the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame and cook glory, and even put an end to death."

''When Snape said that, the first time, I was impressed.'' Anthony laughed off to the side.

Terry agreed.'' Yes, but as much as it seems now. Words to deceive''

Adam laughed, and spoke.'' Anything's possible, and when he said it, I doubt it was just words. Just like now''

Terry showed doubt.'' Even for an end to death? '' He asked.

''Of course, even by ending death, anything is possible.'' He added, ''It all depends on how far you're willing to go for it.''

''Putting it like that, you seem to be into dark magic,'' Anthony said, and Terry nodded, though they didn't believe those rumors.

Adam laughed and got up, with a muffin in his hands. ''There is no such thing as black magic, magic is just magic.'' He left eating the muffin.

''Where are you going?'' asked Terry.

''Take a walk.'' He replied without turning around.

Adam had two things to do this morning.

Find someone and visit a place.

First, Adam proceeded to the second floor, precisely a women's restroom on the second floor.

Everyone Adam found around the castle made way. Most looked at him curiously, but some were scared or envious.

'Stop it, that way I'll end up thinking I'm the chosen one. That's Harry, not me. ' He thought humorously, smiling at everyone he met.

Upon entering the second-floor bathroom, there was no one nearby.

Adam didn't go in right away. He fused his magic with the wind and made sure he was alone before entering.

The bathroom was abandoned, and the only students who came here were to make fun of Myrtle or to do illicit things.

Adam wasn't afraid to meet either of those types. He just didn't want to find a basilisk sticking out of the sink.

In the bathroom, Adam looked at the sink curiously. He couldn't feel a single trace of magic.

''Salazar was incredible.'' He murmured, passing his hand over the reliefs in the shapes of snakes.

Adam made a complete circuit of the sink, but couldn't find anything that would give away that this was the entrance to the secret chamber.

If it weren't for knowing beforehand, even he wouldn't have guessed that this was the entrance.

''Can I open it?'' He muttered doubtfully. ''Wouldn't hurt to try.'' He shrugged.

Having decided, Adam placed his hand over one of the snake reliefs and injected his pure magic.

He felt the entire structure of the sink and could feel some well-hidden enchantment, something advanced he didn't know about.

''Merlin might have done something about that,'' he muttered, withdrawing his hand.

Adam thought that Merlin could have put his spell for the Heir to Ancient Magic to open the entrance, but that didn't happen.

''But if he didn't do anything about the entrance, how did Merlin get in there? '' Adam spoke, before thinking of something and chuckling.

''I was a fool now. ''he said, clapping his hand to his forehead.'' Merlin must have many other ways to get in there, maybe he's never even used that entrance...''

Without being able to use ancient magic, Adam had two more ways to enter.

The first was to break the sink and expose the entrance. This form would be more direct, but eye-catching.

The second way was to use Parseltongue. But there was a problem with that part, Adam was not a parselmouth.

An idea popped into his mind, and he didn't hesitate to close his eyes and visit a specific memory.

In Adam's mind. A Harry hissed something strange into the sink.

Adam memorized every sound Harry made, and could reproduce it if he wanted.

Adam thought about it because it was obvious. In canon, Ron did the same to enter the chamber.

Adam felt his heart racing, he wanted to go inside and see what was there.

''Should I come in? '' He muttered, before feeling like punching himself. Hearing his own words made him understand how stupid they sounded.

There was a basilisk awake at that moment. And he didn't even make any preparations for the confrontation.

''I can't let the rush blind me. Entering the chamber like that would likely end in a disastrous confrontation."

Adam took one last look at the bathroom and left, in the end, he got distracted and didn't even realize that a female ghost was looking at him with curiosity and fear.

''Now it remains to confirm that she has the diary, and plan how I'm going to proceed…'' He muttered, going to look for little Ginny.