Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Astronomy Table

" Bella took the ice cream from Adelle's hand and looked at her. Adelle was confused, but she still waited silently. "What I'm about to show will shock you. Please don't think of me as a monster." "You know that will never happen!." "I hope so…" she sighed. She pointed at the table, Adelle looked then in a blink, "Poof!" the table disappeared. "!!!!!!!!!!" Adelle's eyes were open wide, you can see the white part. Then the table reappeared again, her mouth dropped, her eyes rolled and ...she….. fainted…. "....." Bella took a blanket and covered Adelle. Took a book and waited for her to wake up.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

Astraen did not answer immediately. Instead, he stopped beside an enormous stone table in the center of the chamber. The surface was covered with ancient maps and faded star charts. He brushed dust away from one of them. The chart revealed a sky filled with glowing moons. Twelve bright ones. And one dark one. Lyra leaned closer. The dark moon was drawn differently from the others—its surface cracked with jagged lines, surrounded by strange symbols that Lyra had never seen before. “What is that writing?” she asked.

Lyra replied with a faint smile, “You can rest assured, Alpha Raven. We witches are the most skilled at matters like this.” Once Raven’s group had left, Lyra returned to her private room. It had been temporarily converted by her people into a makeshift laboratory. On the table were several dark purple-black stones, samples she had collected near the Vinterfall spring. Under the lamplight, their surfaces shimmered with a mysterious violet hue, emanating an ominous aura. Lyra donned gloves and carefully split one of the stones with a hammer. Inside, its core revealed spiral-like veins that seemed to emit a dim, sinister glow.

I said in irritation. "Show her, Clim." Headmaster said for the guy named Clim to nod. A diamond key appeared right in his hand, a familiar zodiac sign was there. "Gate of the Scorpion, I call thee, Scorpio." As he said those words the whole place was engulfed with bright light. As I opened my eyes I saw a guy with peculiar features. He had a tail of a scorpion, it looks scary and poisonous. It had an blank look on it's face while all his clothes are patterned colored black. His expression has the same vibes of it's owner, the intimidating one. Is this real? Am I seeing a half human, half scorpion?

- In the cemetery. I frantically tried to dig out the tombstone with my hands. My fingers were covered in blood and bent at weird angles. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Rocks and debris flew everywhere. My mother's tombstone shattered into pieces. The urn buried deep underground also exploded. Watching the ashes flying everywhere, my heart died. Then, a sudden wave of heat hit me, and darkness engulfed my vision... - Cade didn't stay to eat Summer's birthday cake. Instead, he went to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

Vaerion lit the chandeliers in a soft golden hue in welcome. We snagged a table, inhaled some suspiciously tasty food, and tried not to murder anyone while the Headmaster droned through a speech that could've used... editing. Then it was time. House sorting. Each student approached the massive enchanted mirror. It didn’t just reflect you, it showed your essence. And then, glowing script would declare your house. Aster went first. She stepped up with her chin held high, shoulders straight, and eyes nervous. The mirror shimmered, burst into a swirl of pink and gold, and declared in elegant script:

Celeste: “Now… let’s talk about how Shambhala is going to help me use it.” The galaxies in One’s robes flicker. The rude awakening has begun. And the mountains are about to kneel. The First Wizard’s Table Monday, June 5, 2028 – 7:12 p.m. (Shambhala local time) They bring us to the Grand Refectory (an impossible hall carved inside a mountain that shouldn’t exist, lit by floating lanterns made of pure starlight). Thirteen Candles sit at a crescent table of living jade.