Hogwarts: The Eldritch Ascent II: The Prisoner's Shadow and the Lucky One
A whisper recorded within the cracked crystal ball of the North Tower.
"Time is not linear. It is a serpent biting its own tail, coiled within the mire of repetition. In the second year, darkness does not stem merely from the diary of a dead boy. It flows from the very river of Fate itself.
Do you see them? Silver coins rolling across the cold stone floor. The Mercury Snake is slithering through dreams. The enemy this time wields not a wand, but Divination. He sows possibilities, planting deadly forks in the road of every student's future. A glance that pierces the murky past. A roll of the die that decides life and death.
Tristan faces his own reflection in the mirror. It is not the Basilisk that is most terrifying; it is the chaos of probability. When luck becomes a curse, and misfortune becomes a weapon, the line between Angel and Monster is as thin as a spider's web. Quicksilver flows through the cracks of the Chamber of Secrets. It does not reflect Harry Potter. It reflects paths never chosen, deaths that never happened... until now. The loop has engaged. Who will be the one to press 'Reset'?"