Harry Potter Files Romane & Geschichten

He was staring intently at his computer screen, which was turned away, and pounding at his keyboard as he quickly typed something. Knocking first, you entered and Sabrina followed you in. "Got the files, sir." "And I've got your coffee order," Sabrina said. Garrison grunted and looked at you from around his computer screen. "Great, good. Could have been faster, but good enough." He reached out a hand and you passed over the files. "That's the main Vernic file, a Vernic TM file, and a Vernic Limited file. Sabrina also helped out and found a Pipar Co file, which we weren't sure was related or not."

I was halfway into a sweatshirt when the door cracked open behind me. “Sophia?” I froze. It was Sara. “Sorry,” she said, standing in the doorway like she hadn’t just crossed a line. “Didn’t know you were… changing.” I fumbled to pull the sweater over my head and nodded stiffly. “It’s fine. What do you want?” But her eyes weren’t on me. They were on my laptop, open on the desk behind me. I’d been careless. The file was still there—Terminal Files – Witness Dossier. It was redacted, mostly black lines and code, but the title was enough.

There were so many books that all the bookshelves were full, and some of the tables in the center of the library had books piled on it. "We will need to add more bookshelves~." Susan commented and looked back at Madam Pince, who had some tears forming by her eyes' corners. "So many books…" Madam Pince said while taking one hand to her mouth. "Here." Susan spoke, drawing the attention from Madam Pince to her, and picked the big red leather bound book from the little bookshelf under the lectern. She showed the front cover to Madam Pince, who could read on it, written in golden letters engraved into the red leather cover, 'Hogwarts' Library: Book of Records'. Susan then put the book on the lect

We only get a shot at this but there is nothing else to be done. I go through every file cabinet, every dossier but still nothing. I am going crazy, thinking maybe he keeps his torturing facilities out of the books. That’s when I go on my knees and look at the lower cabinets. The files are all in Swedish but I don’t need to know the language. Those files are filed with photos of weres, held by silver chains in a familiar room.

I asked and walked towards him. “A recorder. Not just that. There’s a bunch of papers in here too. Plus, that safe over there, I think there’s something in it. I will open it but for now, you girls take these and head out. This place is too stuffy and I don’t want you guys to get sick. I will look around for other things and then we can leave.” Harry instructed. We both listened without arguing and walked out of the room with the bunch of files and the recorder.

This was what she had been after, and the way she talked about Tommen made sense. I set the tab down and looked back at the woman; she lay completely still. For a few seconds I kept staring — you can pass a Shadow Knight off as vulnerable, pretending to be attacked again. I didn’t take my eyes off her and put my hand into the vault, picking up the files from the cavity. I laid them down in front of me, sat cross-legged and kept vigil with the corner of my eye as I opened the pad, sighing in relief when I saw it functioning with just a little crack in the corner. I flipped the first file; there were five.

Too cold. A table. A screen still glowing. A stack of files with a black symbol I didn’t recognize… a wolf’s head fractured in three pieces. I stepped closer. My throat tightened. My name was on the top file. ALTHEA K. — SUBJECT #12 My heart dropped so fast I forgot how to breathe. I opened the file with shaking hands. I expected… I didn’t know what I expected. My school records? My medical files? Maybe something Valerio kept for protection?

“That’s it. Apart from the phone, there’s nothing.” When I turn toward Chase, I notice his jaw clenching tight, muscles ticking, and something in his face shifts—like he just struck gold. “Chase?” I whisper. He exhales, a long, pent-up breath. Then he slowly turns his monitor toward me. “Look.” My eyes scan the screen. An email thread glows against the dark interface. I lean in, reading aloud: “Chase has a file on Harry. Apparently, he did some shady things in his company that caused deaths. Get ahead of it if you can.”

My fingers traced the labeled containers until I found the one that held files for Project Fenrir. I pulled it down and opened it, expecting a trove of classified documents, pages and pages of research, analysis. Instead… it was small. Too small. I couldn’t help but scoff under my breath. “That’s all?” I muttered, tilting my head at the handful of thin documents. “With the way this file kept denying me access, I expected… more.” I pulled the box onto the floor and settled cross-legged as I sifted through the documents inside. Most of them were heavily redacted, black lines swallowing the majority of the text, some portions even edited or replaced. But one file stood out.

A #1 Dad mug was also on the table containing stale coffee. "Quick, check the room for the file" The kids shuffled round the round, checking the pile of files. Zoey checked inside the desk drawers while Chirag checked the lockers. "Hunter, this one is locked and I can't find the key". Hunter picked two bobby pins off Zoey's hair and picked the lock deftly. He dragged the drawer open and saw a file marked "HGWELLS HIGH SCHOOL DEATHS 003". "I think this is it" Hunter said flipping through the file. " There's also a building blueprint inside" he remarked.