Shadow Monarch in Hogwarts ( Harry Potter & Solo Leveling).

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[ System Notification – New Daily Quests Available ]

→ User Adam – Level 3 Daily Quests

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Quest 1 – Endurance Trial

Objective:

Run a 5 km circuit in the Forbidden Forest (Because normal jogging wasn't deadly enough.)

Climb at least three large trees (Because falling to his death sounded like a great way to start the day.)

Avoid magical creatures (Good luck with that.)

Time Limit: 24 hours

Rewards:

+4 Endurance

+30 XP

1 Minor Recovery Elixir

Failure Penalty:

-3 Endurance

Temporary fatigue debuff (-20% stamina for 12 hours)

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Quest 2 – Intelligence Challenge

Objective:

Solve five advanced Arithmancy puzzles (Because regular homework wasn't soul-crushing enough.)

Each puzzle increases in complexity (Of course they do.)

Time Limit: 24 hours

Rewards:

+4 Intelligence

+40 XP

New Spell Unlock: Finite Incantatem (Handy for counter-curses.)

Failure Penalty:

-20 XP

Temporary confusion debuff (Slow spell casting speed for 6 hours—terrific.)

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Quest 3 – Wizard Duel Simulation

Objective:

Face off against a magical opponent generated by the System (Because dueling imaginary enemies was perfectly sane.)

Duel intensity set to Intermediate (Translation: painful but not lethal. Probably.)

No lethal spells permitted (Small mercies.)

Time Limit: 24 hours

Rewards:

+5 Magic

+50 XP

Unlock Passive Skill: Quick Reflexes (+5% dodge chance) (Every bit helps.)

Failure Penalty:

-5 Magic

Temporary spell instability (-25% spell accuracy for 12 hours) (Because missing every spell would be hilarious.)

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Adam read the list in silence, then let out a low whistle.

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Adam (thinking):

> "Brilliant. A day of running through homicidal forests, solving wizard Sudoku, and getting hexed in a virtual duel. Exactly what every teenager needs."

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He rubbed a hand over his face, chuckling tiredly.

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Adam (thinking):

> "There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn."

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Camus again. Fitting.

With a snap, he shut the book, his eyes glinting with grim determination.

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Adam (thinking):

> "All right, System. Let's dance."

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Outside the common room windows, something massive shifted in the depths, its silhouette briefly blotting out the green-tinged light.

The lake held its breath.

Adam did not.

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– Adam's POV

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I pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, the warm smell of toasted bread, eggs, and pumpkin juice washing over me like a soft tide.

Students were everywhere, chatting and laughing, plates clattering. Sunlight spilled through the high windows, catching the floating candles overhead.

I drifted toward the Slytherin table, half-aware of the usual whispers that chased me wherever I went:

> "There goes the demon boy…"

"He's always talking to himself…"

"I heard he hexed a cauldron just by looking at it—"

Whatever. I ignored them and dropped onto the bench.

A pile of scrambled eggs, toast, and a few fat sausages appeared on my plate. I picked up a fork, but mostly just poked at my food, my mind spinning in a thousand directions.

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> All right, Adam. Focus. Three quests. One day. And you're not allowed to die or blow yourself up. How the hell am I gonna do this?

Endurance Quest:

> "Two hours in the Forbidden Forest. Climbing trees. Avoiding magical creatures. Bloody perfect. Maybe I can time it when the forest's less active… though nothing's ever less active in there. Bloody spiders…"

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Intelligence Quest:

> "Five Arithmancy puzzles. That's… fine. If I can focus. Though the System's probably gonna throw logic bombs at me just to watch me squirm."

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Duel Quest:

> "Magical duel. Intermediate difficulty. And no lethal spells. So… everything short of Avada Kedavra. Excellent."

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I stabbed a sausage with my fork, scowling.

> I can't just wing this. I'll run out of time. Or get eaten by a bloody Acromantula.

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A Plan Forms

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Suddenly, an idea sparked like a struck flint in my brain.

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> Wait. If I tackle the forest first, I'll get the physical part out of the way. Plus, the adrenaline might wake me up. After that, I'll be too knackered to think, so I'll do the puzzles while resting in the library. And the duel… I'll save that for last, when I've got all my magic reserves back.

> Besides… Finite Incantatem could be useful in the duel. If I finish the puzzles first, I might unlock it in time. Good. Efficient. No random dying. I love it.

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A slow grin curled across my lips. A grin that, according to several Hogwarts gossip chains, looked suspiciously "demonic."

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Adam (softly):

> "Perfect. A devil's plan for a devil boy."

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I finally shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth, determined to stock up on as many calories as I could.

> Fuel first. Crazy quests later.

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I chugged half a goblet of pumpkin juice, wiped my mouth, and stood up, grabbing my bag.

As I turned to leave, I felt an odd prickling sensation between my shoulder blades. Like someone's eyes drilling into the back of my skull.

I glanced over my shoulder—and caught a flash of bushy brown hair ducking behind one of the stone pillars.

Hermione Granger.

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> What the hell is the Gryffindor ice queen doing skulking around like she's an Auror?

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I narrowed my eyes slightly. But instead of calling her out, I just let a smirk curl across my face.

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Adam (thinking):

> If she wants to follow me… she's in for a bloody interesting day.

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I spun on my heel and headed out of the Great Hall, feeling the weight of Hermione's gaze trailing after me like an invisible leash.

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> Camus would say: "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."

> Well, Hermione… get ready for a bloody rebellion.

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And with that, I headed toward the castle doors, ready to dive headfirst into the Forbidden Forest—and whatever chaos my day would bring.

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Third POV

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The Castle's Edge

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Adam strode out of the castle, the heavy oak doors groaning shut behind him. The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew-kissed grass and the distant tang of the Black Lake. Sunlight spilled over the turrets, painting the stone in warm gold, but as he descended the sloping lawns toward the Forbidden Forest, the light seemed to thin, as if the very air resisted the sun's touch.

His boots crunched over gravel, then sank slightly into the damp earth as he neared the tree line. The shift was subtle at first—the cheerful chirping of sparrows fading into an uneasy quiet, the breeze turning cooler, almost whispering against his skin. The grass beneath his feet grew sparse, replaced by twisted roots and patches of dark moss that clung to the earth like old scars.

At the forest's edge, ancient oaks stood like silent guardians, their gnarled branches interlaced above, forming a jagged canopy. Wisps of mist curled between the trunks, slithering low over the undergrowth, as if the forest itself exhaled a slow, deliberate breath.

Adam stopped, rolling his shoulders back. His fingers twitched at his side, half-tempted to reach for his wand.

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Adam (muttering under his breath):

> "Brilliant. Running laps in a murder forest. Top of my Hogwarts experience."

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He exhaled sharply, shaking off the creeping unease. The System's quest prompt flickered in the corner of his vision, a constant reminder of the task ahead.

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Into the Forest's Maw

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The moment he stepped between the first two towering oaks, the world dimmed—like a candle snuffed beneath a heavy cloak. Sunlight fractured into thin, wavering shafts, barely piercing the dense foliage. The air thickened, heavy with the scent of damp earth, rotting leaves, and something wilder—something alive.

Beneath his boots, the forest floor was spongy, littered with brittle twigs that snapped like tiny bones underfoot. Fallen leaves, some still clinging to the last remnants of green, rustled as he moved. Overhead, unseen creatures shifted in the branches, their movements sending soft, skittering echoes through the canopy.

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Adam (breathing deeply):

> "Alright. Two hours. Just keep moving."

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He broke into a jog, his breath already forming silver puffs in the cool air. The rhythmic thud of his footsteps was the only sound in the oppressive quiet.

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At first, it wasn't so bad. The path was narrow but clear, winding between thick trunks and patches of ferns. He ducked under low-hanging branches, leapt over gnarled roots that rose like knuckles from the earth. His muscles warmed quickly, the steady rhythm of his breathing syncing with his strides.

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Adam (mentally counting):

> "One… two… three…"

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He focused on the numbers, the repetition keeping his mind sharp. The forest blurred around him, a shifting tapestry of shadow and muted green.

But the deeper he went, the more the forest fought back.

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The Forest's Challenges

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Without warning, the ground beneath him turned treacherous. His boot sank into a patch of black, sucking mud with a wet schlup. He yanked his leg free, only for the other foot to plunge in deeper.

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Adam (grunting):

> "Oh, come on—!"

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He grabbed a low-hanging branch, hauling himself forward. The mud clung stubbornly, as if the earth itself were trying to swallow him whole. With a final, disgusted wrench, he freed himself, his boots now caked in filth.

Next came the brambles—thick, thorny vines that seemed to lash out as he passed. They snagged his robes, scratching thin red lines across his forearms. One particularly vicious tendril whipped across his cheek, drawing a sharp hiss from him.

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Adam (muttering):

> "Bloody plants. Should've brought a machete."

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He shielded his face with his arms, forcing his way through, the thorns tearing at his sleeves like tiny, spiteful claws.

Then came the branches—thick limbs that seemed to appear out of nowhere, smacking him square in the forehead.

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Adam (rubbing his brow):

> "Okay, that one was my fault."

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Leaves and bits of moss rained down on him as he staggered back, blinking away the sting.

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Just as he found his rhythm again, the System chimed in his mind:

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[ System Notification: Tree Climbing Objective Active ]

→ Climb at least three large trees.

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Adam slowed to a stop, chest heaving. He wiped sweat from his brow and eyed the nearest oak—a monstrous thing, its trunk wider than Hagrid's arms could span.

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Adam (dryly):

> "Of course. Why just run when you can pretend to be a squirrel?"

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He spat into his palms, rubbed them together, and dug his fingers into the rough bark. The climb was brutal. The ridges bit into his skin, his muscles screaming as he hauled himself higher. Halfway up, his boot slipped—

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Adam (gasping):

> "Shit—!"

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For one terrifying second, he dangled by one hand, heart hammering against his ribs. He scrambled for a foothold, nails scraping against the bark, before finally pulling himself onto a thick branch.

The view was almost worth it. The forest stretched below him, a sea of shifting shadows and silver mist. He repeated the climb twice more, each ascent leaving his arms trembling and his breath ragged.

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By the ninety-minute mark, Adam was running on sheer stubbornness. His legs burned, his lungs ached, and his vision blurred at the edges.

Then—silence.

Not just quiet. A void of sound.

No rustling leaves. No distant animal calls. Just… nothing.

A slow, slithering hiss cut through the stillness.

Adam froze.

From behind a moss-covered log, three pairs of golden eyes blinked at him. A Runespoor—each head swaying slightly, its forked tongues tasting the air. The left head watched him with eerie focus. The middle head flicked its tongue lazily. The right head was already hissing, its scales bristling.

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Adam (under his breath):

> "Wonderful. A three-headed snake that's also prone to arguments."

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The creature coiled, muscles tensing. Adam's fingers twitched toward his wand—but the quest's warning flashed in his mind:

> Avoid magical creatures. Do not engage.

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Adam (thinking fast):

> "Alright… distraction it is."

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Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch—leftover bacon bits from breakfast. He flicked them into the brush.

All three heads snapped toward the scent. The Runespoor hesitated, then slithered after the food, completely forgetting him.

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Adam (backing away slowly):

> "Saved by breakfast. Merlin's pants…"

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With fifteen minutes left, Adam pushed through the last stretch, his body screaming in protest. His legs felt like lead, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But he didn't stop.

And then—light.

The trees thinned. The oppressive shadows lifted. He burst from the forest's grip, stumbling onto the sunlit lawns of Hogwarts, the castle gleaming in the distance like a beacon.

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[ System Notification: Endurance Quest Complete! ]

→ +4 Endurance

→ +30 XP

→ 1 Minor Recovery Elixir

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Adam doubled over, hands on his knees, sweat dripping from his nose. His robes were torn, his skin streaked with dirt and scratches. But a grin split his face.

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Adam (panting, triumphant):

> "That… is how… we do it."

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Behind him, the forest loomed, its secrets still hidden. But for now, Adam straightened, rolling his shoulders, ready for whatever came next.

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[ End of Chapter ]

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