Astronomy Table In Hogwarts Novels & Stories

"The door has been locked. You can only look outside." "go in." "You're really prepared." "Of course." Elisa White followed Newt Malick into the examination room again. She took Newt Malick to the position she had just sat. Newt Malick touched the already smooth desktop, "where are the words distributed?" Elisa White pointed out two general ranges. The Newt Malick focused on the two places, shook his head and said, "this table should have been changed. No matter how clever the potion and technology are, it is impossible to restore the table to its original appearance in a short time, and there is no trace."

Not vanishing, but retreating—hovering at the edges of the chamber like a wounded predator. For the first time, I could see. The room resolved around me. A circular chamber. A round table at the center, dark wood polished to a dull sheen. Chairs spaced evenly around it, carved with symbols I didn’t recognize at a glance. Candles burned low along the walls, their flames strangely steady despite the shifting air. To the far east, a working area spread out—tables cluttered with instruments, parchment, vials, runes etched into stone. Tools of magic. Tools of experimentation.

ARAH Headwitch. She wondered… How powerful could they be to lead a coven full of witches with such crazy abilities—each strong in their own way? She glanced at the table of crystals across the room, the familiar black pyramid in the middle catching her attention. “I’ve seen that before. Roselia has one exactly like it. I just didn’t ask what it was,” she said absentmindedly.

I was hoping it was empty, but I heard some voices speaking in Spanish or Italian come to an abrupt halt, and I froze. I turned to look at the scene behind me in the deafening silence and saw Morgan seated at the head of an oval table with some men around the table. He sat in an enormous chair made for a king, looking formidable with a stoic gaze and deathly glare, making the men at the table look at him nervously. A few of them were clearly shaking in fear, looking like they were on the brink of tears, and looked at me in relief. It was as if I came at the right time to save them from a near death experience. Some emotionless looking men were standing guard at the side, giving the room an o

Room after room we moved as one. The history classroom smelled of old stone and secrets. The walls were etched with murals faded to shadows, but as I touched them, the color returned—vibrant depictions of world-changing moments, both real and magical. A glowing world map expanded across the back wall, ink drawing itself in real time. Audrey warded each artifact case. Moon found a globe and spun it with a breath. Then—astrology. This room stole my breath. The ceiling had once been black, speckled with stars, but had faded into dull smudges. I walked into the center of the room, lifted my arms, and whispered, “Wake up.”

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

The room was alive with voices, laughter, and the sharp clatter of cutlery. Spread across the long table was the centerpiece: a whole roasted Hog, its hide glistening, chunks missing where Lycans had torn into the meat with primal ease. Rey cringed, swallowing against the lump rising in her throat. She reminded herself again that they only had to endure this for a few hours more, and before dawn, this would all be behind them. Her eyes scanned the crowded hall, inevitably landing on him. Orion. His presence was impossible to miss, his gaze already locked on her—smoldering, unrelenting, as if he were peeling back layers to see what she was hiding.

"Show them the sky. The deep sky." Wolfy hesitated. His fingers hovered over his datapad. He looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. A sharp, jerky motion. Wolfy keyed the command. The holographic projector in the center of the table hummed to life. The blue light flickered, then expanded. It wasn't a map of the city this time. It was the void of space. Stars hung in the blackness, cold and distant. And in the foreground, the Moon. It was shattered. Great chunks of rock floated in a debris field around the core, held together by the lingering gravity of Nergal’s magic.

The air carried the sharp blend of spiced herbs and ink stains, and beneath the woven canvas rug the warm stone barely held on to the night’s cold. In the center stood a massive, heavy table covered in maps, focus-stones, note-scrolls, and crystals that recorded different magical readings. Beside them lay brass-etched compasses, rune-inlaid metal discs, and the special seals of various mage orders. The whole setup looked like the meeting point of an ancient scholar, a warlord, and a fire-mage’s mind. Sky stood at the map table, turning a bronze rod etched with runes between her fingers. Her fingertips moved calmly along the grooves. Her gaze did two things at once—observed and searched.

She kept her silence, however, and followed behind Claris towards the table with Marva behind her. Once they arrived at the table, Mitzie slightly leaned forward as her eyes widened in wonder. This was no ordinary table. She’d seen crystal balls before, and they had been round globe shaped objects. This looked like a giant rectangular version of one. And in the middle of the glass, she could see four different sets of what appeared to be galaxies.