Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Legacy Diagon Alley

“This isn’t something you should be walking into. Let me handle it.” I glared at him. “Charles, if you think I’m going to sit on the sidelines while Marcus and Langston destroy my family’s legacy, you don’t know me at all.” Reluctantly, Charles agreed, and within the hour, we were on our way. The warehouse was in a desolate industrial area, its exterior as unassuming as it was foreboding. We parked a safe distance away and crept toward the building under the cover of night. Inside, the hum of machinery mixed with the low murmur of voices. We hid behind a stack of crates, peering through the gaps to get a better view.

"He wants to trap us in a burning building while the world formats around us." We didn't take the main elevators. We took the Sandbox—a vertical service shaft that bypassed the public sectors. Xander carried me, his feet hitting the metal rungs with a rhythmic, thunderous force, his strength bolstered by the residual 175% sync still thrumming between us. We reached the Legacy Port in less than three minutes. The hangar was a vast, cold cavern filled with the smell of old oil and stagnant magic. In the center sat a hulking, silver-hulled transport ship—a Legacy Asset from the era before the Dragons disappeared.

“Promise me.” “I promise mama.” Lilly promises with determination in her eyes. Elowen stands with her younger pup and holds Lillys hands as she prepares her weak body to teleport. In seconds, men fill the small hut and Elowen’s eyes widen in sheer panic as she rushes to teleport but her mate rushes in and tears Lilly away from her hands as she begins to disappear from the room, forced to leave her child behind.

We are like lightning and thunder, distinct in nature but similar enough to coexist under the same sky. Lennox doesn't argue further about the larger suitcase. I close the trunk and inquire, "You remember which entrance leads where?" I gesture towards the two options. He has visited this place before as my mother's bodyguard. Maintaining eye contact, Lennox responds, "The left door leads to Azkaban. The right one takes us to Mordor." I stare at him, dumbfounded. I'm usually the one who cracks pop culture references, while Lennox isn't even fond of fantasy.