Mr. Taylor,
I had intended to speak with you in person during your visit, but as your school term has already begun, I decided it would be best to send you this letter instead.
First and foremost, I must sincerely apologize to you, Mr. Taylor. I should never have unsealed those wands. They were sealed away by my great-grandfather following the incidents that occurred with their previous owners. And yet, I broke that seal—releasing the wands back into the world.
These wands are both extraordinary and dangerous. Their uniqueness lies in their ability to enhance the power and effects of the magic cast by their rightful owners. I have never come across any other wand capable of influencing its wielder's magic in such a profound way. While it may sound unbelievable, this phenomenon has been well-documented within our family records, and I believe you may have already experienced some of it firsthand.
According to those records, these wands respond to their owner's emotions and intent. That is the only known way to activate their true abilities. They are fiercely loyal and will not allow any other wizard to cast spells with them. Should someone attempt to harm their rightful owner using them, the wands are said to repel and even counter-attack the user.
This is the only benefit that has been clearly identified. However, there are many speculations about other, more elusive abilities. I have yet to read all of the documents passed down by our family, which span over two millennia. There are numerous notes, books, and incomplete records—many of them fragmented or enchanted with restrictions.
While the abilities of these wands are fascinating, the dangers they pose are far less understood. The only reference I found was about some kind of trial. Unfortunately, the details are vague at best. What's even more perplexing is that in all the books I consulted, the names of previous wand owners are blanked out. Completely erased. Our family has meticulously recorded every wand sold for centuries, so this erasure is as troubling as it is mysterious.
Even more concerning, most of the previous owners of these wands vanished without a trace. They took the wands with them, only for the wands to later reappear in our shop—alone. Our family attempted to investigate, but without names or faces to trace, it was impossible. Eventually, even the memories of their appearances faded.
There was one account where an owner returned the two wands to my great-grandfather himself. But that man had already lost his sanity. He repeated the same words over and over: "Dead, all dead, trial, dead, killed..." My great-grandfather tried to question him further, but the man continued to mutter nonsense. He did, however, admit that he killed his partner during the trial. Just before he could say more, the wands emitted the same golden light that struck you and Ms. Granger... and then he exploded right before my great-grandfather's eyes.
This gruesome incident led my great-grandfather to construct the special boxes used to seal the wands. He concluded that the so-called trial resulted in death upon failure, and that the wands may even force their owners to fight one another as part of it.
I hesitated to tell you all of this, considering your age—but withholding it would only place you in greater danger. I feel deeply responsible and incredibly guilty for exposing two young students to such peril. I vow to assist you in every way possible to make up for this error.
Recently, several individuals have come to my shop asking questions about you. Many were curious about your wand's unusual patterns. I explained it away as a failed experiment in decorative wand crafting, though I doubt they were truly convinced. They will likely return.
Therefore, I have decided to erase my own memories about these wands and entrust them to you. You will find a small glass bottle attached to this letter. It contains those memories. Please keep them safe. I hope you will be able to return during your vacation to restore my memories and I will personally guide you through our family's records.
I am truly sorry, Mr. Taylor, for involving you in this. However, based on the past, it seems these wands do not immediately endanger their owners. In fact, previous owners survived for years after obtaining them. So you should be safe for now in day-to-day use.
One final and crucial reminder:
You cannot discard these wands. They will return to you no matter what you do. Someone once tried to break his wand, only to find it whole again in his hand the very next morning. If you try to use another wand, it will explode. This warning was repeated in nearly every record I found. I don't know who first wrote it or when, but I believe it to be true. You may find more detailed records on this when you investigate further.
Aside from the trial, there is no other recorded danger. In fact, these wands may be the most powerful ever made. They could save your life in moments of desperation. So I hope you will not abandon them out of fear.
Take care of yourself, Mr. Taylor. I hope to see you again soon.
—Garrick Ollivander
Adam was covered in sweat as he finished reading the letter. He glanced at the small bottle that came with it, a silvery liquid swirling inside — Ollivander's memories.
After staring at it for a few seconds, Adam slumped down on his bed. He was brave and adventurous, yes, but that didn't mean he could stay calm after reading that he might die… because of his own wand. That was the most unacceptable part. He had seen the wand's power — how it enhanced his magic — and foolishly took it all for granted. But now, the danger behind it was laid bare.
He couldn't help but recall Dumbledore's words: "Nothing is free in this world. If you receive something, you must pay something in return."
And in this case, the price wasn't just his life — it might be Hermione's too.
If those mad speculations were true, then either he would end up killing Hermione — his best friend— or she would kill him. Or perhaps they'd simply explode. Or disappear completely, leaving no trace behind. Worst of all, no one would even remember them. Their parents might remember having a child but not their name… or even forget them entirely.
Adam had felt pride and excitement about his wand's abilities. But now, with this shadow looming over his future, fear clutched at his heart. He was barely twelve. He didn't want to die. Not again. He had already died once, at the young age of eighteen.
He didn't want to die a virgin in two consecutive lives, he smiled bitterly.
He had finally reached the magical world he had dreamed of for so long — and now, he might have to leave it again so soon.
His mind blanked out. He couldn't think of anything anymore.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, noticing the horrified look on Adam's face. He had been trying to talk to Adam for a week now, but Ron had always pulled him away. Now that Ron wasn't around, Harry had finally seized his chance — only to be met with disappointment.
"Oh, I'm okay. Just a little tired. I'll sleep now. Goodnight," Adam muttered before turning over and closing his eyes. He really was mentally exhausted — and despite everything, sleep came easily.
Adam woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He changed clothes and stepped out into the common room — it was Saturday, so at least he didn't have to worry about classes.
To his surprise, Hermione was already waiting.
He just… stared at her. His mind was clouded. Should he tell her? Could he? A dozen thoughts flooded his head as he looked at her face.
"Are you okay? You look terrible," Hermione said, worriedly. She stepped closer.
"I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well," Adam replied, forcing a smile. "Let's go. No classes today."
He walked ahead before she could say more. Hermione followed silently, still thinking about Daphne's letter and now increasingly concerned about Adam's strange behavior.
After their usual morning exercise and breakfast, Adam returned to his dormitory and slumped on the bed. He didn't know what to do. He kept worrying about the wand, about his own safety, about Hermione's safety...
With nothing to distract him, his mind spiraled into anxious thoughts. Something felt off inside him, like a shift had begun — but he couldn't understand it yet.
Harry asked him again if he was okay. Adam ignored him, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He even skipped lunch, which alarmed Hermione. She stopped Harry later in the day.
"Is Adam okay?" she asked nervously.
"I don't think so," Harry said. "He didn't say anything when I asked. Just stared at the wall."
Hermione waited anxiously for Adam in the common room all evening. She had 2-3 books lying around beside her, suggesting how long she had been waiting for him here. But he never came. At some point late into the night, she gave up and went to sleep, hoping he'd be better by morning.
In the dead of night, Adam stirred. A sharp pain pierced his head, forcing him awake. Bells rang loudly in his ears — but when he looked around, Harry and Ron were still fast asleep.
Only he could hear it.
He immediately opened his system.
"Strong Confundus Charm is being used on the host. Spell repelled. (Host cannot be controlled or confused.)"
"Strong Confundus Charm is being used on the host. Spell repelled. (Host cannot be controlled or confused.)"
"Strong Confundus Charm is being used on the host. Spell repelled. (Host cannot be controlled or confused.)"
Adam blinked at the notifications, shocked. His system had never sent alerts like this before. Still, he felt immense relief that it had protected him.
The Confundus Charm... A spell that could mess with your thoughts, manipulate your actions. It was dangerous — especially when cast at full strength.
He looked around again. No one in sight. Harry and Ron were asleep.
Whoever it was… they had already left.
Was it Lucius Malfoy? Or someone else who's been watching me?
Adam didn't know — but one thing was clear. He was not safe, not even inside Hogwarts.
He had been complacent, thinking the castle would protect him from those curious about his wand, from people like Lucius.
But now? That illusion of safety was gone.
He sat up in bed. It was still a few hours before dawn, but there was no chance of falling back asleep. His mind raced with thoughts — but surprisingly, he wasn't panicking like he had yesterday. Instead, a strange calmness filled him. A clarity, even.
It reminded him of the moment after his duel with Draco. Only now did he realize: his mind had been changing — adapting. He was growing.
For the longest time, he thought of himself as eighteen, thanks to his past life. But his recent actions? The recklessness? That wasn't how an eighteen-year-old should've behaved.
His thoughts drifted back to Diagon Alley — to the day he saw Hermione in Flourish and Blotts.
He'd wanted to impress her, and also protect her, so he had rashly provoked Lucius Malfoy, a dangerous Death Eater and an elitist pure-blood.
That could've been a death sentence if not for the convenient rumor that he was from some hidden mysterious pure-blood family. That rumor had protected him — for now. But what if one of those real hidden families found out? Would they let him parade around under their name?
Absolutely not.
If the rumors were true, they'd make him disappear without a trace.
Then his thoughts turned to Sophie Greengrass.
He'd accepted her request because she was crying — a stranger crying in front of him. He would've helped Astoria regardless… but taking on an unbreakable vow for someone he had just met?
No.
Not if he had been thinking rationally.
He was adventurous — but he wasn't a fool who would jump into danger without understanding the risks. Still, it wasn't all bad. After all, he had already received the book on Occlumency and Legilimency from Sophie Greengrass through Teemy, which was proving to be invaluable with all her notes and secrets.
Then his thoughts drifted back to his previous life. Back then, he had often wondered what he would do if Hogwarts truly existed. And every time, the answer had been the same: Learn powerful magic first, then explore the mysteries of the castle and magical world.
But what had he actually done since learning about Hogwarts in this life?
He'd spent a month casting easy spells just to earn gold and special points. Sure, that might be reasonable for a beginner like him, but he could have pushed himself to learn more meaningful, if not powerful spells. He'd wasted that entire month chasing system rewards without a real plan.
And what about since arriving at Hogwarts?
All he'd done was attend classes, complete boring assignments, and wander around the castle like a headless chicken — just to complete tasks for petty amounts of gold, even though he wasn't in desperate need of it right now. He had a potential enemy like Lucius Malfoy on the horizon, and instead of preparing himself, he'd wasted his time.
Yes, he could buy spells with special points and gold. But would that save him from Lucius? The answer was a resounding no. The only thing that could protect him was his OWN strength.
And then there was Snape.
He liked Snape's character in his previous life. This Snape, in fact, seemed even more tolerant and reasonable than the one in the original story. He had even treated Adam decently during breakfast, explaining the uses of potion ingredients and offering him the rare opportunity to learn Sectumsempra, a dangerous spell.
And yet… all Adam had done was throw his childish irritation at Snape in return, just because he didn't like the way Snape had spoken to him. Instead of making a good impression on a potentially valuable ally — maybe even someone who could help against Lucius — Adam had let his temper dictate his actions.
How childish have I actually been this past month? he asked himself.
Now that his mind was calmer, he could finally reflect on his behavior. He realized the problem: he still thought of himself as the 18-year-old from his past life. But he wasn't. He had been a baby when he reincarnated. He had grown up in this world. His parents had doted on him for nearly twelve years. He was no longer the independent, solitary teenager from before.
He had become a child — not just in body, but in heart.
Or perhaps… it was even deeper than that. Maybe something in his mind had shifted due to the transmigration. It wasn't like he got reincarnated into magical worlds every other week. The process might've caused issues he hadn't even noticed yet.
'Maybe I should stop thinking so much about my previous life', he decided. 'It's only making things more confusing.
I should learn to control my emotions, grow stronger, and focus on magic. That way, I can protect myself… and my parents.'
With that resolution, he opened his system to make a new plan.
Name: Adam
Status: Unknown 'Name Magic' is being used on the host.
Tracking: Homonculous Charm is being used on the host. Location revealed.
Note: Host magic level insufficient to resist this magic.
→ Required magic level: 15
→ Current resistance: 30 minutes/day
(Warning: Magical spells may become weaker during resistance period.)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 12
Magic Status: Active
Level: 10 (Special Abilities Unlocked)
Special Ability Slot:
• No ability selected. (Can be bought in system shop when available.)
• Limit: 1 ability. (Additional slots may unlock at higher levels.)
Wand: Unknown (Cursed)
SP: 202890
Gold: 23872
Tasks
• Learn different types of magic (Permanent)
• Read books about magical mysteries (Permanent)
• Help Daphne Greengrass with her mission
• Get Book of the Blood Magic → Reward: 20,000 G
• Complete the trial left behind by Rowena Ravenclaw → Reward: 45,000 G
• Explore Hogwarts (Progress: 23%)
→ Reward: 500 G / 1%, 5,000 SP / 1%
• Complete the Trial of the Wands
→ Reward: Based on difficulty
Shop Highlights
• Apparition: 55,000 G
• Sectumsempra Curse: 15,000 G
• Snake Summons Spell: 6,000 G
Map
• Level-based long-distance secret space search enabled
• Current range: 10 km
• Secret Spaces Detected: 7
Adam immediately noticed that system had undergone a big change. His level had also reached level 10 without even going to a secret space to level up. The most eye-catching was the new Special Abilities section. It hadn't been there the last time he checked.
It was a welcome surprise. He'd always wanted a unique ability — something like the Malfoy family's infamous magical traits, which made them strong in duels.
'Do I have to witness someone use their ability first before it appears in the shop?' he wondered, scanning the currently empty ability list.
Then his eyes went to the note near his name — about the Name Magic and Homonculous Charm being used on him. It didn't alarm him much when he saw the mention of the Homonculous Charm. He remembered it from his reading — it was the same charm placed on the Marauder's Map to track individuals within Hogwarts.
So the map was likely the source. And the Marauder's Map was with the Weasley twins. That explained how his location was being revealed.
It wasn't an immediate concern — but it was still another reminder:
He was being watched. And he couldn't afford to be careless anymore.
Adam finished checking the spell shop, which had also changed a lot, especially the spell prices had become much more expensive for some reason. Disappointed, he finally shifted his attention to the secret space map. Now that he had resolved to learn magic useful for real combat, he needed a place where he could practise it safely and effectively.
To his surprise, there were seven secret spaces detected within a 10 km range of Hogwarts — not a large distance, especially if he managed to learn Apparition. Adam opened the details for each one, only to find that all of them had a recommended magic level of 30 or above, completely out of his reach for now. Even more surprising, three of the seven were marked above level 40 — and all of them were located within the Forbidden Forest.
Adam couldn't help but wonder why none of these spaces had been cleared yet. But with more pressing matters at hand, he didn't dwell on the thought and instead explored a new feature in his map — a level-based filter for secret spaces. When he searched for level 10 spaces, he found one, but it was outside the range of his current map. The system only showed its direction, not the exact location. Still, it was enough. At least now, he knew where to head if he wanted to tackle something at his level.
Just as Adam was about to close his system window, he noticed his age had changed from 11 to 12.
After looking at the age, Adam also understood that all changes and increase in his level was because of his age increasing. Unlike others, he definitely got a great boost because of his system.
"Sh!t! It's my birthday," he muttered in his mind. "I forgot to send Athena to Mom and Dad. They told me to send her back a day before my birthday."
Athena — that was the name he had given his owl. After spending a lot of time bonding with her before coming to Hogwarts, Adam had found her to be both intelligent and fierce, especially when hunting prey. Wanting to find a name that suited her nature, he'd settled on Athena, after the Greek goddess of wisdom and warfare. Both George and Olivia had laughed at the name, but he didn't change it. Athena seemed to like it — and that was all that mattered.
He decided to send her out as soon as the curfew ended. Until then, he returned to browsing the special points shop. With all the recent changes in his system, he was curious to see if the shop had updated too.
It was always tricky to browse — the shop defaulted to food items unless he specifically searched for something. After thinking of various items, Adam didn't find anything new at first. He sighed in disappointment.
It would've been better if this shop sold magical items…
Just as he was about to close the shop, the contents suddenly refreshed. A new category of items had appeared — brooms. And not just any brooms, but flying ones.
Adam blinked in disbelief.
These were not here during his previous experiments.
'Maybe magical items get unlocked based on my magic level?' he speculated. It was the only thing that made sense.
Among the new additions, he also noticed small glass bottles in different shapes — likely potion vials or containers — but he ignored them. His focus was locked on the broomsticks.
Although they were just flying brooms, Adam was thrilled. First-years weren't allowed to bring their own brooms, and even if he'd bought one in Diagon Alley, he wouldn't have been able to store it in his system's item box unless it was a book or potion ingredient. But now, he could buy a broom and store it discreetly, since it was bought from the system— no one would know unless he wanted them to.
Flight meant mobility. Escape. Tactical advantage. Adam didn't hesitate.
He bought two brooms: a Cleansweep Seven for 40,000 SP and 2000G ,and a Nimbus 2000 for 80,000 SP and 8000G. This was more than half of what he had, but he trusted his system, these items would definitely be in best quality and even better than the original bought at stores. He'd seen both in Diagon Alley but hadn't been able to afford them with only 100 Galleons left after his month-long stay at the Leaky Cauldron and massive book haul and also because he wasn't allowed to have it as a first-year.
Hermione had already borrowed several books from him, surprising Adam with her reading pace despite their busy class and exploration schedule. 'No wonder she wasn't a morning person yet.'
Adam considered practising on the grounds but he would definitely be spotted. He briefly thought over possible locations and finally settled on one.
'It's time to visit that room', he decided.
After changing clothes, Adam stepped out of the dormitory. Yesterday's groggy, drained feeling now made more sense — his system and he himself had been going through some sort of update. But before doing anything else, he had to face Hermione, who was no doubt furious after being ignored the entire day. Even Harry had come to pass along her message.
Sure enough, as he descended the stairs, there she was — waiting at the bottom with tired, red eyes.
He immediately raised both hands in surrender.
"Hermione, I know you must be angry, but I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I didn't respond to your invitation. I—"
But Hermione's reaction caught him off guard.
She walked up to him, worry clear on her face. "How are you feeling? Are you okay now?" She glanced over him from head to toe several times. "And why do you think I'd be angry? I was just worried you might be really sick."
Adam felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He didn't answer right away, momentarily lost in his own thoughts. He was still wrestling with the decision of whether to tell her about the wand's secret. In the end, he chose to hide it — for now. He didn't want to shatter her peace or school life with a burden that heavy.
"I'm fine," he finally said. "Just had a bad headache. Nothing serious. Sorry for making you worry. You, uh... you look like you didn't sleep well."
Hermione's relief was instant, though she turned her head to hide her face. "Well, it's your fault I stayed up so late waiting for you." She snorted lightly, then added, "But it's good that you're okay. Now let's finish our morning exercise. I've got something to tell you — you're going to be really surprised."
Adam could tell from her tone that something had definitely happened. They left the common room together, though Hermione clearly wasn't in a state for physical activity. So Adam suggested a walk to the Owlery instead.
She agreed, and they chatted on the way. What she told him truly surprised him.
Apparently, Draco and Harry had already scheduled a duel.
Draco had insulted Harry's mother — Harry fired back by bringing up Adam's victory over Draco — and that led to Draco challenging Harry to a duel in a fit of rage. Being Harry, he accepted immediately.
'This was supposed to happen after flying class', Adam thought. 'Did I shift the plot again?'
It seemed so. His duel with Draco had likely accelerated things.
"What should we do?" Hermione asked worriedly. "We can't let them break curfew — our house will lose points."
Adam weighed his options. This was also the night when the original trio was supposed to discover Fluffy, the three-headed dog. He wanted to see that too.
"Let them go," Adam said calmly. "They probably won't even show up. It's not like they know any spells yet."
Hermione opened her mouth, then shut it. Adam knew she wouldn't drop the issue so easily — but that was fine. He planned to follow them anyway, just before his scheduled meeting with Daphne at the Astronomy Tower at 11 p.m.
By the time they arrived at the Owlery, Adam was too impatient to search for Athena. So he simply shouted:
"ATHENA!"
Hermione immediately burst into laughter.
Her giggles died down just as a majestic snow-white owl swooped down toward them, marked with two distinct black spots on her chest. She glided gracefully onto Adam's shoulder.
"You named your owl Athena?" Hermione asked between chuckles.
"What's wrong with that? It suits her, doesn't it, Athena?" Adam said as he gently stroked the owl's feathers.
Athena responded by brushing her wings against his face, a sign of affection.
"See? She likes it too," he said with a grin.
Hermione laughed again, then noticed Athena eyeing her bushy hair.
Adam whispered to his owl, "It'll be comfy up there. Go on."
And Athena obeyed.
She flapped her wings and perched squarely on Hermione's head.
Hermione shrieked in surprise.
"Get her down! My hair—!"
"I can't," Adam said smugly. "She's mad at you for mocking her beautiful name. You should apologize."
Hermione froze, careful not to jostle the owl. She had somehow forgotten that owls can fly. Adam couldn't stop himself from snapping a few pictures with his camera while trying not to laugh.
Eventually, Hermione sighed and muttered an apology. Athena didn't budge. She clearly liked it up there.
After a few minutes of this strange but hilarious standoff, Adam finally instructed Athena to fly back to check in with his parents and bring back any letters or gifts his parents might've prepared for him.