Hogwarts Halls Novels & Stories

Actually she never liked excessive interactions with other people. "You can see over there is the library. Over there, the Witch class. The moss green building is Sirens class. Well, next to it is the Vampire class. Then ...." Louisa explained all details of the existing buildings inside the Gothic Academy, while Lyla listened lazily. "Over there, the mixed class. It is held once a week." Louisa continued.

I went near him just staring at the way his hair falls down his long eyelashes. "...Gumi..." He stated as he opened his eyes I looked away pretending I didn't intend to be there. I ended up looking at the floor and stated, "Ahh...look, what a wonderful tiling job they did at the flooring, huh? hmm? O-oh, you're here too, I didn't notice. Hi." Henry casually looks at the floor and stated, "There's no tiles. It's just concrete." "Ah right. Concrete. It looks colorful, doesn't it?"

He barely knew what a meme was. "Kieran," Mira asked. "Finish the lyric. 'I came in like a...'" "Wrecking Ball!" Kieran sang, doing a little dance. "Miley Cyrus. Classic." "Correct." Mira turned to Cale. "Cale. Name the four houses of Hogwarts." Elion froze. He looked at Cale. Cale looked at Mira. He looked completely lost. "Hogwarts," Cale repeated. "Is that a... geographic location?"

What if they have been suspicious since the very first second I set foot here? I stand in the back corner, getting the clearest view of the entire Great Hall. The room is magnificent, lit by torches mounted along the walls. A chandelier with thousands of candles hangs from the high ceiling. Fascinating, classic, but feels... ancient. Far across from me, on a stone podium, stands an old man with one eye covered. The aura radiating from him reaches all the way to where I stand. It’s Headmaster Horgus. “Welcome to hell!”

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.