Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Hospital Wing

They returned it, bowing their heads slightly, and ushered me back out the door, continuing the tour. "From here it's back to the main part of the hospital," Marian said, "Or the 'North Wing'. Most of it is pretty much a mirror of the South, so you should be able to find your way around easily." I nodded, looking around and seeing that she was right. There was a central area, where the admin desks were, but the corridor on the other side looked like an exact duplicate of the one on this side.

The animals were stubborn, rightly distrusting the unfamiliar magic in the form of a shining ring of transition. This time, the portal opened near the Academy building, and not in the courtyard. Seeing the familiar silver flags with a white wing, I smiled involuntarily. Still impresses! Henry pointed to the west wing of the castle, where you could see dense rows of open stalls for flying creatures in the rock. “Fly there,” the professor shouted, shouting over the gusts of wind. - Choose places in the extreme sector for the first course, and are free until the evening. He himself returned to the portal, disappearing again into the radiant haze.

"We need to get to Willow." Once I have regained my balance, I head into the hospital with the witches following behind me. As we walk through the halls, people scatter away from me and the women walking with me. Whispers follow us through the corridors. Many of my pack members have not seen so many witches together in one place, and their eyes follow us as we make our way to Willow's hospital room. As we approach Willow's room, the doctor is waiting for us. He looks the witches up and down before opening the door to Willow's room. We shuffle inside the room, and Keena and Ward's eyes scan the sisters.

If the outside looked like something from a fantasy because of its wealth and grandeur, the inside surpassed it by far. I had no idea how a place like this had been built. Long hallways covered with deep crimson carpets. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their lights reflecting across the polished marble floors like scattered diamonds. Massive paintings decorated the walls. There were four wings, all built in the same style... Mirav headed east and said, "This is the Eastern Wing. It belongs to all of the King's women, and you will live here." Several girls exchanged confused glances, while a suffocating feeling settled in my chest because of her words.

It didn't feel like a palace; it felt like an impenetrable cage designed to keep a tyrant safe from the world. After several minutes of navigating winding stone staircases and heavily guarded corridors, we were led into the East Wing—familiarly known among the staff as the Crimson Wing. It was a massive, enclosed dormitory lined with heavy oak doors, thick velvet rugs, and high arched windows that looked out over the jagged mountain cliffs. "You will be paired in twos," the guard announced, pointing down the row of doors. "Your trunks have already been delivered to your assigned quarters. You are restricted to this wing until tomorrow morning's assembly. Anyone caught wandering the halls aft

Today, though, I’m close to breaking. I stalk through the palace, ignoring everyone who bows or tries to catch my eye. My claws flex against my palms, itching to come out. I keep them in check by sheer force of will. When I reach the hospital wing, I push open the heavy doors and the smell of herbs and stale sweat hits me. The scent is somehow both calming and disgusting at the same time.

“Old East Wing.” I frowned. “Why not there?” She leaned closer like the shadows might hear. “It’s sealed. They say part of the roof caved in a few terms ago. Unsafe.” She lowered her voice further. “Also cursed.” Still, later that afternoon, I found myself pushing through the cracked archway behind the herbology greenhouses, the path everyone pretended didn’t exist. Ivy coiled thick around the old gate, its rusted hinges screaming as I pushed through. The East Wing didn’t look cursed. Just… forgotten.

The girl in center asked. She was shorter than me, hair pulled back in a braid so tight it seemed to pull her eyebrows upward. Hand already raised, flickering unstable orb of white light dancing between her fingers. "The dark arts wing is three floors down. This hallway is for those who walk in the grace of the Saintess." I shifted weight, thumb brushing cold wood of the Winter Wand hidden in my sleeve. "The hallway is for anyone with a student ID and a GPA higher than room temperature. Move."

, and continued following him through the rooms. He pulled me around a corner, and through a door to a cramped hallway. "Those rooms are where the winged creatures were kept long ago." He told me, like it wasn't new news to me. "Winged creatures? like bats and birds?" I asked him. He sighed and laughed. "No, Princess. Like the Urus, and the Jaids." He told me. "Urus, like the town? What kind of creature is that?" I asked him. "I'll explain later, we need to keep moving." He urged me, and we kept moving through the cramped hallway. At the end of the cramped hallway, there was a small door. Gideon led me through the door, into a large bedroom. This bedroom was just as grand as the last, but it

Blowing flames up into the night sky. “Try to keep up this time,” Garren said, giving me a quick wink as he pushed open the large doors. I shook my head as I let out a heavy sigh, following him inside. The inside was exactly what you would expect a medical building to look like. White walls and metal surfaces. Signs directing you to each wing of the building. The one thing completely different from our own medical clinic was the dragon wing. The rooms were huge; the back of each room held a large gate. A long heavy chain was attached to the top of each gate. A leaver and gear mounted to the wall to open and close the gate when needed.