March arrives, bringing with it the gradual transition from winter’s chill to the first signs of spring. The air grows milder, and the castle grounds begin to thaw completely. Yet, for Adam, the changing seasons matter little—his focus remains locked on the forbidden magic experiments within the Room of Requirement most nights.

  After weeks of tireless research and testing, he has nearly exhausted every possible combination of hand incantations, each attempt bringing him closer to understanding the elusive mechanics behind this lost form of magic. Hermione continues to assist him whenever she can, balancing her own studies with their secretive work. Despite the numerous failures, her enthusiasm never wavers, always eager to document their findings and theorize on new approaches.

  Today seems like any other session as Adam prepares to test a few remaining incantations. He stands in the center of the spacious training area, a small bag placed on a pedestal before him. Taking a steady breath, he moves his fingers through the practiced motions, channeling his intent into the spell.

  "Space Explode."

  A faint shimmer crackles around the bag, but instead of violently disintegrating or collapsing in on itself like previous objects had, the bag remains perfectly intact. There is no explosion, no unstable reaction—just an eerie stillness.

  Hermione, watching attentively from the side, narrows her eyes in curiosity. “Adam, is that what you expected to happen?”

  He doesn’t answer right away. His instincts tell him that something has happened, but he is not sure if the magic worked properly or not. Rather than retrieving the bag immediately, he observes it carefully, noting the lingering magical energy around it.

  After a moment of consideration, Adam raises his wand and casts a Summoning Charm.

  The bag flies into his hand effortlessly. Holding it up, he examines it closely, running his fingers along the material. At first glance, it appears unchanged, but when he peers inside, a peculiar sensation washes over him. The interior seems… deeper.

  Adam experimentally drops a small coin into the bag. Instead of landing with a soft thud, it vanishes into the dark space inside. His brows lift slightly.

  Hermione leans in. “Is it behaving like an Expansion Charm?”

  Adam tilts his head. “Not exactly.” There’s something different—something that feels more…

  To test his theory, he raises his wand and casts a Blasting Curse directly into the bag. Normally, such a spell would erupt on impact, destroying whatever lay inside. Instead, the magic does not dissipate. The spell remains trapped within the bag, swirling and rotating in a confined space, as though suspended in time.

  Adam’s pulse quickens. Carefully, he tightens his grip on the bag’s opening, feeling a strange pull from within.

  Then, with focused intent, he fully opens the bag.

  The stored magic rushes out in an instant—like an unleashed storm. A concentrated blast of energy shoots from the bag’s interior and collides with the far wall, but due to the protection charm, it simply neutralizes the attack, though it still leaves faint ripples on the surface.

  Hermione gasps, taking a step back. “That’s—” She looks between Adam and the bag, realization dawning on her. “It’s storing spells.”

  Adam slowly lowers the bag, his mind racing. This was not simply a failed experiment—this was a successful casting of the forbidden spell. If the bag could store volatile spells and release them at will, its potential was immense.

  A slow smirk forms on his lips. “Interesting.”

  Hermione gasps, taking a step closer as she peers into the bag. “Is this… a bag that can store spells?”

  Adam nods, still turning the object over in his hands. “It’s more than that. I believe this bag has multiple properties beyond what we’ve seen so far. We need to conduct more experiments to understand its full potential, but this…” He exhales, a rare flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. “This marks a major breakthrough in the incantation part. Now we can move on to the next phase.”

  Hermione hesitates for a moment, her curiosity pushing past her usual restraint. She had been assisting Adam for sometime now, watching as he pursued this elusive, unknown magic with relentless focus. And yet, she had never asked the one question lingering at the back of her mind.

  Gathering her courage, she finally asks, “Adam, I’ve never asked before, but what exactly is this spell you’re working on? I’m really intrigued now.”

  For a fleeting second, Adam's expression shifts—almost as if debating whether to answer. But then, his face hardens slightly.

  “This isn’t just a spell I’m learning for fun,” he says, his voice steady but firm. “It has a purpose. And it’s dangerous—something I promised not to share. It can’t fall into the wrong hands.”

  Hermione frowns, visibly disappointed but not entirely surprised. Adam had always been secretive about certain things, and despite her own thirst for knowledge, she understood that some magic was best left undiscovered.

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  Sighing, she crosses her arms. “Alright, Adam, I won’t push. But this is incredible... Can I have this bag?”

  Adam chuckles at the sudden shift in her tone. Typical Hermione—she might not press for information, but she would stake a claim on an interesting magical artifact.

  “Sure,” he says with an amused smirk. “Once I’m done experimenting with it, it’s yours.”

  That seems to satisfy her. With their work done for the night, they activate a Concealment Charm, slipping through the darkened corridors undetected as they make their way back to Gryffindor Tower. The torches along the castle walls flicker dimly, casting long shadows as they move swiftly through the empty halls.

  Upon reaching the common room, they exchange a few quiet words before bidding each other good night. Hermione heads up to her dorm, still brimming with thoughts about the bag’s strange properties, while Adam makes his way to his own dormitory.

  Inside, the familiar sight of his owl, Seraphina, perched by the window greets him. She hoots softly as he scratches under her beak, her golden eyes watching him with silent understanding.

  Sitting on his bed, Adam holds up the enchanted bag, turning it in the dim light.

  “What other wonders does this magic hold?” he murmurs to himself. As sleep finally claims him, the bag remains clenched in his hand.

  Over the following nights, Adam immerses himself in further experiments, pushing the boundaries of the enchanted bag’s capabilities. Despite maintaining his regular routine—classes, assignments, quiet moments with his friends and spending rest of the time with magical beasts—his mind constantly returns to the bag and its evolving properties.

  Each new discovery astounds him.

  With a mere thought, the bag can shrink to the size of a grain of sand or expand into a full-sized satchel, effortlessly shifting its dimensions at his command. No incantation or wand movement is required—only intent. The implications of such an ability are staggering. A storage system that responds solely to willpower, bypassing traditional magical constraints.

  But that isn’t all.

  As he delves deeper, Adam stumbles upon something even more remarkable. The bag seems to possess a form of Time Dilation. Objects placed inside experience time at an altered rate—he can make time speed up or slow down within its confined space, something previously thought impossible outside of highly advanced magical constructs like the Time-Turner. A fresh fruit stored inside remains perfectly ripe for days longer than it should, while a simple test with a melting ice cube reveals that he can halt its decay entirely.

  “This is beyond ordinary magic,” Adam murmurs to himself, watching the slowed drip of melting ice within the bag’s depths.

  However, the most astonishing revelation comes when he attempts a bold experiment. After carefully recreating the spell on a second bag, Adam focuses on forging a connection between the two.

  The results leave him speechless.

  With a mere thought, he drops a coin into one bag—and watches it reappear inside the other. Not a moment later, he repeats the test with a small object, then a book, and finally, after ensuring safety, his hand.

  The sensation is surreal—like plunging his fingers into a pool of liquid air before feeling them emerge unscathed on the other side. The two bags are linked, forming a seamless and stable teleportation channel between them. Unlike a Portkey, there’s no nausea, no violent pull—just an effortless shift from one space to another.

  “Why is the Room of Requirement different from this magic?” Adam muses aloud, frowning. He paces the training area, holding both bags in his hands.

  He has worked with powerful magic before, but this—this is something else entirely. A spell that stores energy, distorts time, and manipulates space with such efficiency? It doesn’t add up.

  Maybe it’s the influence of other forbidden magic that makes Room of requirement a little different from these bags.

  Despite his curiosity, Adam doesn’t dwell on it for too long. This discovery alone is invaluable—one that surpasses even his initial expectations.

  Even more importantly, the Space Explode spell proves to be far more than just a means of storing magic. With the right application, he finds that he can layer multiple spells inside the bag and unleash them all at once. A controlled release results in a devastating attack—something akin to an advanced, personalized form of explosive spellcraft.

  With his first objective nearly complete, Adam shifts his focus to the next forbidden spell: ??????? ????—‘Creation Magnify.’ Unlike Space Explode, which had existing magical foundations such as expansion charm, this spell lacks any reference point, making it significantly more complex to decipher and understand easily. It is like learning a very complex and new language from start.

  The very concept of “creation” is vast and ambiguous. It could mean forming something from nothing, accelerating the natural process of creation, or perhaps something even more profound—something that defies the natural order entirely. The possibilities stretch far beyond simple spellcraft. Adam knows this spell will demand more time, patience, and understanding than anything he has attempted before.

  Adam needs to delve deeper into Merlin’s research, combing through ancient texts and scattered records. His search is twofold: not only does he seek to understand the intent behind Merlin’s development of these forbidden spells, but he also needs to uncover the connection.

  A series of fragmented documents, old letters, and peculiar sigils in his family’s library may hint at just how deeply Merlin and Morgan were truly connected—and whether his own family possesses knowledge of any of the remaining six forbidden spells. Among them, could his family know about the two spells Merlin hid from everyone? Only time will tell how many secrets they truly hold.

  Could the knowledge of forbidden spells have been passed down through his ancestors? Did his family know about it all along? And if so, did Merlin use some of that knowledge to create Morgan Castle—a place that remains a mystery to Adam, as he has yet to uncover most of the truths hidden behind its closed doors?

  But Adam also understands one thing clearly: some knowledge is hidden for a reason.

  He will have to ask them eventually, but he knows he must tread carefully. After all, he is still just a child—one who shouldn’t be meddling with forbidden spells.

  As the Easter holidays draw near, so does a more immediate concern: Buckbeak’s execution. Adam has been keeping a close watch on the situation, fully aware of the injustice at play. Though he doesn’t intend to interfere directly, he refuses to sit idly by and let things unfold without preparation.

  This time, he makes a firm decision—he will not involve his brother.

  The risks is not Dark Lord level, and Adam has no intention of pulling family into matters that his own people can handle. His organization is more than capable of providing the necessary support, whether that means gathering intelligence, creating distractions, or ensuring the right people are in the right place at the right time.

  With multiple plans forming in his mind, Adam knows one thing for certain:

  "He will be ready, like he always has been."