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So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

He found it strange and pulled down all the contents of the wardrobe, he found a small black bag, he opened it and saw a drawing book and some other drawing materials. He took out the book and he began to flipped through the pages, the first page housed a.picture of James with his hair and strands of it on the floor. The picture was heartbreaking. As Arthur kept himself busy with the drawing book, he found drawn pictures of James, Bella and himself laughing and gave out a small smile. He knew just like himself, bella loves art but he never knew James was an artist and could draw so beautifully. He continued to flip through the pages until he saw a familiar face holding a basket of fruit. Her

*pop* Susan called and with a small pop, a robust looking male house-elf, that had some sawdust in its hair, appeared by her side. "How can Woody help Lady?" "Hello Woody. The rest of the bookshelves that I asked can wait a little. Right now, I need some artistic engraving work to be done to the wood in the new sections. Lord Ravenclaw is not very good with that. Could you do this for us?" Susan asked Woody, and Erik let out a harrumph when she talked about his low artistic sense. Woody, one of the two house-elves of Hogwarts specialized in carpentry, nodded his head with enthusiasm at the request.

The real Bella. I immediately recognized that familiar looking book. I saw it among Bella's book collection when I first came into this world. It stood out due to its large size. But I had never opened it before. The title of that book was 'The Darkest Art.' I mean, even the title was suspicious. So what do you expect me to do? Call me silly, but I learned from 'Harry Potter' not to open any suspicious looking book. Who knows what's inside? Considering Bella's character, it could be housing the soul of a random dark lord for all I know. So, of course I didn't want to take the risk.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

That wouldn’t be too much, right? Stepping forward, I run my hand along the first box I find and pull open the flaps, revealing the many books that are lying inside. "Hm," I can’t stop the curiosity that begins to flare as I examine the titles. Most are clearly spell books, but there is one in particular that draws my attention. "Artes Obscurae."

I didn't waste time going toward the doors and they opened revealing the sight of a mini library which was more like a library of potions for I could see weird-looking glasses with liquid or smoke in them and the books were old as well. I avoided the potions, him doing witchcraft wasn't new and I went straight to the books. I picked one up and flipped through the pages barely understanding the weird writing on them and was about to drop it when I flipped to the last page and saw something. I looked at the symbol swallowing and fighting hard against the memories that crammed my head. It was her signature or should I say trademark. The book belonged to her. I searched through the rest they wer

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Strange energies lingered in the air that made the place feel so magical. As they passed through several shelves, Arth was amazed by the thousands of old books around him. Even the entire wall had been built with shelves that extended up towards the high ceiling. One would need a ladder to get into the higher sections. Looking up, a huge chandelier hung from the high ceiling. But then Arth furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed the ceiling painted with different symbolisms; weapons, people, animals, and more … but they’d been all dominated by a triangular symbol at the center.