Confusion and There's Always an Idiot.

Adam didn't have a great sense of decor. But he had a lot of ideas in his mind, and so with his Disney princess moment, he created and changed the room a few times, until it was at a level he considered acceptable.

''This is the last one'' He sighed, letting his body fall backwards on the living room floor.

Adam had just finished making the last of the many runes he had made in the large arrangements around the room.

He had been working hard to get the place ready as soon as possible. He was tired, but he had a satisfied smile when he looked around.

''Luckily I'm also rich'' He laughed, thinking about how quickly he received some products that he ordered when he decided to create the club, and they had already arrived.

'How efficient it is to have money, I tell you, very efficient. Everything is within your reach, illegal or not. '

The rooms at Hogwarts were high, so Adam took the opportunity to separate them into two floors.

The top floor would be the place for practical training, such as dueling.

For this floor, he didn't focus much on decoration. One of the walls was covered with mirrors, so that those who trained alone could correct their own mistakes by observing their own reflection.

As much as Adam could teach the members wandless magic, it would be something for the future, unlike him, other people came with a very strong culture of want use, and it would be a slow process to change that.

To help in combat, Adam enchanted some standardized golems, which repair themselves whenever destroyed. Some enchantments and runes made the golems right opponents for young wizards.

Adam would like to add other 'enemies', and was planning to upgrade the golems as needed.

Behind the mirrors, there were runes, every inch, all over the room. Its functions were the most diverse, from controlling the temperature of the room, to preventing the sound from coming out.

On the first floor, in the center there was a large round rug that covered the whole place, on the rug the image of the floating island that Adam saw in the 'dream' was stamped, an inspiring image.

There were a few round tables and cushions and reading chairs in the center.

Encircling the first floor were bookshelves, with books, potion ingredients, and oddly enough cards, just like in the game.

Although the shelves were right there, there was a transparent barrier that prevented the items from being removed.

The barrier was formed from clear, a string of runes, carved across the room. Ne In addition to creating the barrier, the runes would make it possible to change the color of the light in the room, which were not candles, but a luminous rune.

Thus, as there were readers like in the card game battlefield. The readers were almost the same as in the game, but now, whenever a card was placed, the user could increase the size of the hologram.

Adam did this with the idea of teaching magic by showing examples, and pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of various beings.

There were still other ideas, but that was it for now.

''I need to improve my own power, before adding other ideas.'' He muttered, thinking of an idea that occurred to him.'' If I could take another person to an imaginary world, as in my memories, I could show the greatness of magic, when there was enough power.''

Apart from the runes, and its pure magic. Adam didn't have many secrets that couldn't be shared.

And his genius for magic would be excuse enough to answer any such question. How did you think of it?

'Because I'm a clear genius.' would be the answer he would give.

''Of course, I am indeed a genius…'' Adam chuckled as he walked out of the room.

In the halls of Hogwarts, there weren't many students, and the answer to that was that today was Saturday, and it was still early in the morning.

Adam had spent the night in the living room finishing up some details on the room's ruins. As a result, he had barely slept.

''. Maybe a hot shower and a few hours of sleep wouldn't hurt'' He yawned, still deciding whether to start the day or go back to bed.

The dispute was between going to bed, or going to the main hall for a great breakfast.

'Sleep or eat, what a difficult choice. Maybe I can eat and then sleep? '

He heard quick footsteps not far off, and was surprised to recognize the young men running.

''Uhm, where are these Three going in such a hurry?'' Adam muttered, seeing Isabella, Hermione and Ron, walking briskly towards where the Quidditch pitch was.

Adam thought for a while before sighing and walking in the same direction.

On the Quidditch pitch, a dispute had broken out.

Today would be the first training session for the Gryffindor team, and the field had already been booked. But when a teacher, nothing impartial, had the word, things could change.

And that's how it happened, Snape walked over Gryffindor, and let the Slytherin train today.

The priority reason was training with the new catcher.

Adam arrived a little late, and what he heard was Draco Malfoy saying something about broomsticks.

'What kind of idiot is he, thinking he's just because he's rich' Adam rolled his eyes, he couldn't stand these spoiled rich people…. Yes, pure hypocrisy.

''At least none of the Gryffindor team had to pay to join. They entered on sheer talent.''

He heard Hermione say.

''No one asked your opinion, little mudblood. '' snapped Draco.

His sentence made Adam's drowsiness go away, and now he remembered this event in the canon.

'Did someone really swear at a friend of mine in front of me?' He was about to make a move when his gaze turned icy.

But someone did something before that. In addition to the Weasley twins who were stopped by Flint, the Slytherin captain.

Harry had attacked, not Ron.

''You're going to pay for this Malfoy!'' Harry yelled, launching himself at Draco.

Throwing the fist hard.

''Stop him!'' yelled Draco, taking a step back, cowardly and fearful that he was.

With Harry attacking, the rest of the Quidditch team followed suit, and soon a massive brawl broke out.

Adam stood to the side for a moment. ''Is it wizards or a savages fight? '' He asked with the desire to stick his face in the ground.

Looking to the side, he saw that the confusion had drawn the attention of the other students.

With a movement, his wand appeared in his hand.

''Stop,'' he said, waving his wand.

A gust of wind came in response and made everyone involved float, losing control of their movements, and although they could move their limbs, no matter how hard they exerted they couldn't move.

The scene was hilarious, as some who had their eyes closed while punching in any direction still hadn't realized that something had happened. And they kept punching the air.

The girls involved had messy hair, and the boys had some black eyes.

With the fight stopped, everyone's attention returned to Adam.

''Why did you stop us? ''Screamed Harry angrily.'' Did you hear what he called Hermione?''

Adam looked at this Harry with satisfaction, although he forgot his want to fight, he had a good attitude.

Different from the original, now he knew how bad this insult was.

''Don't get me wrong,'' Adam said. ''I want to break his face as much as you do.'' He looked at Malfoy, with an icy smile.

''Then. Why did you stop us? ''

''I couldn't see such a wild scene in a magic school, you know, I don't know if you remember, but are they wizards, magic? Wand? '' Adam joked, but saw the less than happy look of those involved.

Shrugging, he pointed towards the entrance to the field. ''Either I would do it, or they would''

McGonagall and Snape walked quickly onto the field.

''What the hell is going on here?'' asked McGonagall with an annoyed look.

''Harry, explain to the teacher.'' Adam said, standing beside two newcomers, mimicking their serious expressions.

''Wouldn't you rather put them on the ground first. Mr Davies? '' said Snape, his voice icy.

Adam made a surprised face, as if he'd forgotten.

''Sure''

With a wave, the Gryffindor students were placed on the ground, unlike the Slytherin students, who were simply dropped without any care.

Almost as if on purpose, maybe it was. Draco landed on the wet patch of grass, getting muddy.

Snape shot a look at Adam, who smiled apologetically.'' That's bad, Professor. I'm still learning this spell''

'You expect them to believe that? ' It was everyone's thought.

Adam just shrugged and looked at Harry.

The boy understood and began to explain what had happened.

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Snape entered the scene.

''So you attacked one of my students, Potter? ''

"But he–'' Harry tried to defend himself, but Snape cut him off.

''Minus fifty points, and I'm going to recommend a suspension from the team,'' said the Potions master.

''What is it, Severus? ''McGonagall snapped.'' Didn't you hear what Potter said? Besides, I'm in charge of Gryffindor, so punishments must stay with me''

McGonagall shifted her gaze to glare at Malfoy, she had a strange look on her face as she spoke.

''I hope Mr. Malfoy's punishment is right, we don't tolerate that kind of attitude here''

Malfoy frowned, but sighed in relief upon hearing Snape's answer.

''Malfoy was foolish, youth's fault. Two rolls of parchment, over potion for boils.''

McGonagall opened her mouth to say something, but hesitated.

However, it was at that moment, that a mad laugh broke out.

"Ahahaahahaahaha!'' Adam had his hand on his face as he laughed.

''Did I just hear a joke? '' he asked, changing his laugh to an icy expression.

''What the fuck is two parchment scrolls as punishment? Not if you heard right, but I can repeat if you want, what he called Hermione'' He said, glaring at the Professors.

Adam was improving his power every day, he used feelings as fuel. His feelings ran deeper than anyone else's.

His feelings were so strong that something unknown to him sometimes happened when he got lost in some feeling.

When he was sad. The world cried.

What would happen when he felt, pure happiness? Pure anger, or pure hate?

Most of the time, he was rational and logical.

Adam was a great Occlumens, and he could keep control of his own feelings. Apart from few situations, where he allowed himself to feel his feelings.

Even now, where he seemed to lose control, that was fine, it was just one of the many shows he did sometimes. Though, the layers that kept him from letting the rage erupt had thinned.

''I don't recall you being a teacher, Mr Davies.'' Snorted Snape. ''I choose how to educate my students.''

''Please. Mr Davies. I'll handle it.'' McGonagall spoke to the side, frowning at Adam.

Adam ignored what McGonagall said. He still remembered Snape trying to get into his mind, he didn't like it.

Adam sneered as he glared at Snape.

''I think I understand,'' he said, his voice laced with irony. ''Perhaps Professor Snape doesn't find it too offensive to call someone a Mudblood?''

Adam knew he had attacked Snape's wound.

Although the professor hadn't let it show, Adam was sure the Potions' professor had reacted negatively when he heard Harry's explanation, the part that repeated what Draco had said.

'It's a tough game teacher, if you want to play, you have to accept losing.'

Snape glared at Adam. He felt like Adam knew his history with that insult.

The tension in the air was so strong, that even if the others present didn't understand the subliminal message in what Adam said, they could sense that he offended Snape.

There was always someone who couldn't read the atmosphere. Who didn't know that sometimes it was better not to say anything?

Draco was someone who was spoiled his whole life.

For him, insulting a mudblood was no big deal. But after he did that, he seemed to suffer the most.

He had been punched in the face by Potter, he was humiliated.

He remained motionless in the air, unable to move, humiliated again.

And then thrown to the ground, like any other.

'Humiliated, humiliated, humiliated.'

He was Draco Malfoy, no one could do that to him.

Draco looked at Adam.

'Adam Davies… I've heard my father talk about him' Draco reminded.

''How dare you talk to the Professor like that? '' Draco spoke, his voice loud.

''Davies, isn't it? '' He snorted, looking at Adam. It didn't even look like he had just been immobilized by it.

''I heard my father talk about you. Yet another blood traitor. '' he said, his words making the other Slytherin look askance at Adam.

''My father was right, the son should have gone with his parents that night.'' Malfoy repeated what he had heard his father say. ''Blood traitors.''

''That's enough Malfoy,'' McGonagall scolded. ''We don't tolerate–''

McGonagall stopped her words midway through. She felt a sense of crisis coming on.

There was, a feeling in the air. As if death had come.