Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Ravenclaw Robes

Raven couldn't refute and regard in the direction of the cabinets at the top of the bed. That become likely in which Laura's non-public objects had been kept. "This... is the magnificence rep's?" Raven held a pass shining with noble radiance in his hand. It is regarded as pretty high-magnificence and now no longer an easy trinket. He can also experience the holiness emanating from it.

Name: Ivory Hemming Harmony Age: 17 Status: Noble Origin: Daughter of Duke Hemming Clan: Provincial Academy Class: 1st year Category: Ice elemental. Phase: Phase 1 Merit points: 20 Merit points She actually wasn’t surprised because she had seen all these things when she was at the registration office. ‘What’s a merit point’ ivory asked in confusion. Hazel had the urge to smack her head ‘didn’t you listen to Mr. Barclay enlightenment class for first years’. Ivory smiled sheepishly as she thought ‘Natasha was right, she really did end up not knowing a lot of things’

I said flatly. He looked at me in question. “You're insane.” “Perhaps. But at least I'm charming and roguishly handsome.” “You look like a lunatic in a garbage bag.” “It's a cloak,” he snapped, scowling and loosening the cowl. The robe dripped shadows as he removed it. Without warning, he threw it at me. I caught it and gasped. It was slick like water and downy soft; layers of it seemed to glide through my fingers. Streamers of smoke rose from its edges as I ran my hands through the strange raiment, gaze lingering on it as it gleamed blue-black in the moonlight, just like a raven's wing.

She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded. They left the library with the new book tucked under Raven’s arm. Two days later they dressed for war. Raven wore fitted black leather reinforced with silver-threaded mail—light enough for a child, strong enough to turn a glancing blade. Over it, the crimson cloak Victoria had given her, now edged with protective runes sewn by the castle’s enchanters. Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night.

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

He sighed dramatically, making me laugh. “Indeed. But at least I’ll get to wear it tonight for the time being.” I fastened a deep red sapphire to the lapel of my suit jacket, the diamonds around it twinkling with the gold faceted wolf that was embellished around it. It was a piece of my family’s royal treasurer, something the council released to me a few weeks ago along with a treasure trove of other artifacts.

“Enough!” Every eye turned to the high platform. The Elder’s gaze cut like steel. His voice thundered like a storm. “Clara—you’ve hidden long enough. But you cannot deceive me. Your blood is not Sinclair’s. You belong to Ravenclaw!”

RIVEN'S POV I changed out of my guardian attire into the formal Academy uniform as I made my way toward the observation balcony that overlooked the main hall where the candidates would gather. Just as I rounded the corner near the grand staircase, I nearly collided with someone in matching Academy robes. "Viela?" I stopped, taking in how she looked in the robes. She looked too small in the oversized fabric, and the colors washed her out. "What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?"