Room Of Free Loot!
Scouring through the books I had about charms that would add some type of security, I added the {Imperturbable Charm} to the door. This spell would create a barrier for the room, keeping sounds almost completely silenced on the inside.
Besides that, I placed an {Intruder Charm} (or Security Spell), which would prevent people from Portkeying or Apparating into the room without permission, along with an alarm system for any physical break-ins.
"Well, looks like we're in a much better place now, right?" I pulled Alice into my arms as we rested on the bed. Because of the excitement, my hunger was pretty much non-existent at this point.
A quick {Tempus} and I knew it was late into the night. Heading into the Great Library wouldn't be an option now. After a full day of classes, I was really content with the life I was now blessed with.
'Sure, the impending rise of Voldemort is daunting, but as long as I play my cards right, I will either be stronger than him soon, or I could just leave the school.' Though it was years away, the nose-less bastard was already inside the school, humping the back of Quirrell's chrome dome.
Thinking back on my newfound abilities, I quickly stood up, blew out the candles in the room, and once again closed my eyes.
Envisioning a ball of soft light, I focused my intent on it appearing in the center of the room.
I felt a source of light appear high in the ceiling, almost like a ceiling light. Opening my eyes, I couldn't help but smile. "So... no need for incantations. Doesn't that mean I just need to know the effect of a spell, and I could replicate it?"
Whilst I had envisioned the ball of light, I also let the intent of eternity flow through the magic.
If I focused my senses, I could feel a connection to the light ball, my infinity flowing through the spell. I could choose to cancel it, and the spell would end after a normal duration, or I could leave it alone, and the light would shine... well... forever, without it affecting my pool of magic.
With that thought, I hopped back into bed, altering the magic and letting the light turn a soft orange/red, illuminating the room as if there was a campfire inside.
My eyes slowly closed as I drifted off to sleep.
**********
Morning came, and I found myself in the Great Hall, gorging myself on a self-made buffet of food. It appeared as though my appetite had grown to ridiculous levels since the template had merged with my being.
Multiple people watched me create my own mukbang, but I ignored their whispers as I was lost in the satisfaction of my meal.
"Bloody hell," a cheery voice sounded out before another similar one chimed in. "You'd think Hogwarts was starving us, right George?" Two ginger twins stood near the Ravenclaw table as they smirked at one another.
"That's right, Fred. Maybe we should send a letter to the Ministry!" Laughing at one another, they merely walked past the table.
I couldn't help but smile at the two; they seemed to cause chaos everywhere they went, from Ravenclaw to Hufflepuff and even Slytherin. I could see the cogs in their heads turning with each prank they tried to pull.
"Don't mind those two; they're unhinged, but it's all in good fun."
At some point, Penelope Clearwater had sat next to me, though I hadn't realized. She was quite beautiful, nothing like the movies had shown. Flowing blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyes, her Hogwarts robes clung to her curvaceous body, the logo of the school morphing on top of her heavy breasts.
"You're Theo, correct? I heard from Professor Flitwick that you had a knack for magic." She smiled, pulling the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
I nodded at her before clearing my throat. "I'm sure most people would have done the same; it was just a simple spell." I wasn't smug about my achievements; I knew people like Hermione could do it with their eyes closed.
"Well, if you ever need any help to understand your coursework, don't be afraid to ask me. We sometimes hold study sessions in the common room."
Her face turned slightly red as she looked into my eyes. "If you ever needed some private lessons, I wouldn't be opposed to that." Quickly grabbing some food, she turned her head, though her ears were unmistakably red.
'I'm used to hitting on girls... but them hitting on me? I should really find a clear mirror and check myself out.' Yes, even though it was the 2000s, and we had magic Hogwarts was still 50 years in the past.
Smiling, I nodded at her. "Sure, I would love to be tutored by you when I need a hand."
I tried chatting with her a little more, but it seemed like she was nervous talking to me any further. At least, that's what it looked like.
Ending my breakfast, I left the Great Hall and began making my way to the place I had thought about yesterday.
Entering the abomination of a safety hazard called the Grand Staircase, I slowly waited for each one to shift to the floor I was aiming for. What could have been a simple 5-minute walk ended up being over 30 minutes as the stairs were being horrendously annoying.
Reaching the seventh floor, I began walking through the corridors until I found a tapestry of a man attempting to teach some trolls ballet.
'I would have loved to watch that in person.' I smirked at the art once before turning to the wall opposite it.
Walking, I passed by the wall three times.
'I need a room with books from the Forbidden Section of the Library.'
I repeated the words in my head non-stop as I paced back and forth. If anyone saw me, they would think I was lost in thought, but I was actually taking a crucial step to access the Room of Requirement.
Suddenly, the sound of stone shifting sounded out to my side. As I turned, I watched the stone wall morph into a large door. Within seconds, the transformation was complete, and the doors opened wide.
Quickly looking around, I walked into the room. As the doors shut automatically, the sounds of the stone shifting and hiding the entrance once again.
The room was beautiful, like a mixture of an office and library at the same time. Between multiple bookshelves, each one adorned with leather-bound, ancient-looking books, I saw a fireplace nestled directly in front of me. Two couches were in the middle of the room, facing one another, with a small coffee table placed in the center.
"God fuckin' damn! This is the shit." I launched myself into the room, an enormous grin across my face as I started looking through the books.
Potions started in 4 hours, so I had plenty of time to begin my reading.
I pulled down multiple books, placing them on the table and began absorbing as much information as I could. Each one gave me unique pieces of information, from the history of Hogwarts' creation to books about mystical and strange supernatural animals that existed in the world.
'If they taught these things in class, I'm sure people would be more interested.'
I even learned some spells about how to detect curses. Even though I now knew I could create the magical effect with my mind, having information on the process of creating a spell, along with the reasoning behind them, gave me additional clarity.
There was a particular book that drew my attention, if not for the name, then for the intricate and beautiful artwork and binding. The cover of the book had etchings of roses with thorns, and it was bound in what appeared to be red-tanned leather.
The title, even more attention-grabbing, read, "Compendium of Bloodbound Creatures."
According to the book, in the ancient era of magic, a species of human suffered a curse that condemned them to a lifetime of hiding in darkness. Their bodies were undead, holding strength and speed that shouldn't be possible.
The curse began from a simple man somehow offending the entity known as Death. In a fit of anger, Death placed the curse of unending hunger, stripping away anything human about him, forcing them to roam the earth forever.
"Motherfucker, are they talking about vampires?" My mind raced as I considered the possibility that there were vampires hiding in the world. "I remember them being mentioned in the novels... but it was more of a comparison of being pests, something that didn't really affect the world at all."
Closing the book, I took a deep breath.
"I'm getting too invested in random stuff. I should have fun, not worrying about what's going to happen tomorrow."
Among the books I had read, there was a particular one that mentioned a spell used to make exact copies of an item. Placing the 15 books I was interested in, I waved my hand, envisioning the books duplicating themselves.
Quickly, the pile of books had twin copies sitting on the side. Opening up the top one, I scanned through the book, making sure there was nothing missing. Seeing nothing amiss, I placed the book back down, shrinking the pile until each book was the size of a piece of gum, and placed them in my pocket.
Though the Room of Requirements didn't allow its contents to be taken outside, there was nothing about the originals being copied, so with that idea in mind. I rushed out of the room, my new prizes in hand and with a gleeful look on my face.
**********
Sitting inside the dungeon-like classroom, I was speed reading some contents of our required reading, completely forgetting I should have focused on knowing my classwork before additional information.
I had arrived 10 minutes before class had begun, being one of the first people. I noticed Hufflepuff joined us for potions class, so Snape probably would not be a completely unhinged asshole as long as Harry wasn't present.
Sitting in the back corner, I was browsing through the book when the entrance to the class was slammed open. Snape came storming in, his theatrics honestly pretty entertaining to watch.
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making."
Flinging his robe sleeve to the side, he stood in front of his desk, his permanent scowl etched on his face as his long, black hair dangled across his eyes.
"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."
I was watching in awe. Who the hell did he think he was?
'I can totally imagine him practicing this in his room for hours, making sure it looks Top Model enough to intimidate us.'
Giggling internally, I couldn't help but look around as his acting seemed to intimidate everyone else. He spent a couple of minutes spouting nonsense about how he was disappointed with most students and their skills in his 'divine' art.
Class progressed smoothly, and it was safe to say Snape was honestly an incredible teacher.
Sure, he didn't like when people asked stupid questions, but he went through the information, from theoretical to real-life applications. He delved into the history and the changes that happened in potion-making.
I learned that as long as you actually listened and didn't disturb the class or had Potter in your name; he was the perfect teacher.
As class ended, he simply huffed before telling everyone to leave. His act was pretty cute, like an overgrown tsundere.
Packing up, I quickly left the dungeon, making my way towards the Great Library, hoping to catch Hermione as I was going to give her a certain book I was sure she would appreciate.