Hogwarts Legacy Diagon Alley の小説・ストーリー

“My master has requested I bring you to a more discreet location to view the memory orb. Please follow me.” Diana and I were hesitant as the man led us through a narrow alley between two houses. We followed him as he made two sharp turns that led us under a bridge. Finally, we arrived at a door that led to the sewers, and the man gestured for us to enter. I ducked under the low door frame, and when the man closed it, we were engulfed in complete darkness. I didn’t like the fact that Xander and Gideon wouldn’t be able to see us anymore, but Diana looked determined, and I knew that I had my magic to protect us if necessary.

We could hear the loud boom of shotguns and the sharp rattling of automatic fire coming from the grand staircase, and I knew the Legacy Council's mercenaries had already breached the upper levels while my father was hiding in his office and leaving his men to get slaughtered in the dark. "We need to get to the main hall before they cut off the escape routes to the harbor, so give me that extra magazine and keep your eyes on the side doors," Lucien said as he wiped a streak of black soot from his forehead and checked the chamber of his pistol. "The old Dons are still trapped in the dining hall and they don't even know that my father left them behind to die, so we have to cross through the gal

A light rain fell over the city like a gray veil as I got off the bus in the old part of town. I held Agnes’s diary against my chest like a shield while searching for the address I had found on the final pages of the book. The shop hid itself in a dark alley, its facade painted black, with only a discreet symbol of an eye inside a triangle painted on the door. The sign above simply read: “The Den of Shadows.” The bell above the door tinkled softly as I entered. The interior was as dark as I had expected, smelling of incense, dried herbs, and something metallic — blood, perhaps? — which sent a shiver down my spine.

Her fingers are typing commands into the clinical keyboard with a frantic, desperate speed, her pale face illuminated by the green light. Standing beside her is Malakai’s chief lieutenant, holding an old-world data-pad that is drinking in the scrolling green text. "The primary access codes for the silver-dust mortars are verified," Diana whispers, her voice a low, venomous hiss that carries the raw desperation of a broken pureblood. "The Southern vanguard doesn't even know these vaults exist. Tell Malakai the security grid is down. When the high tide hits tomorrow, his warriors can turn the Frost-Hearth into an iron cage from the inside out."

“And sneak in through the entry in his wing.” “Where does that come out?” I asked, a little confused. “In the room next to his,” Alaric responded quickly, focusing back on the blueprints. “Then we take him back down and head northeast towards the pits.” The pits were around the city edges, so that was quite a ways to traverse in the tunnels. Easily a few miles. “Great,” I mumbled, and Alaric side-eyed me, the tiniest smirk on his face. “How do we kill him?” Lucius aimed the question at Alaric, but I stepped in, pulling the vial of deadly nightshade from my pocket, placing it on the blueprints.

“They all refer to me. That’s why … it’s alright.” The young lord resumed walking, finally dropping the strange subject. After some time, he asked, “How much longer must we walk, benefactor?” “Not long now, young master,” she replied. A few more steps, then Sylvia took a turn. At the end of the alley shrouded in gloom with piles of rotting garbage disposed on either side, was daylight. It was a busy street where people roamed about and shops lined the sides. The smell was also different—roasted meat and baking bread.

Even the ancient witch stumbled, her amber eyes widening in shock as Dante’s power pressed against her like a physical weight. “Joan,” Dante said, his voice strained from holding so much power. “Get Lila out of here. There’s a service corridor behind my bookshelf, press the third shelf from the left and it will open. It leads to the maintenance tunnels beneath the building.” “But you…” Joan started. “Now!” Dante roared, and the command in his voice brooked no argument. Joan grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the bookshelf Dante had indicated. My legs felt like lead, my mind screaming that we couldn’t just leave him here facing all these enemies alone.

Elodie disabled the primary alarm system with a handheld disruptor. "Doors opening in five... four..." The metal creaked as they pushed into the dark, narrow corridor. The scent of damp stone and wax lingered. Torches flickered faintly on ancient walls, their flames dimmed by the draft. Bella whispered, "This place feels like it remembers things." Xavier gave a wry smile. "So do I." They moved in teams. Bella, Xavier, and Mirabel followed the east stairwell toward the communication tower embedded in the upper levels. Clara, Darius, and Elodie descended to the catacombs-rumored to house the secret memory vaults of the Laurent legacy.

“But we’ll break through a shop and make it a through-way.” “Works for me,” Dan said. They took the narrow walkway at speed, Talen’s hand between Meguitte’s shoulder blades propelling her before him. As the alley opened into a shared rear square of the surrounding shops, Talen heard a noise behind him and was not surprised to see zombies pursuing them. “Shit.”

All I had to do was follow it to find the person who wrote the letter. I absorbed the protection charms from the back door and shattered the lock. It swung wide open, and with a growing smile, I walked my happy ass inside. Given that La Stella had once been an old high school, the place was spacious. Some of the classrooms had doors, while others didn’t. As I weaved through a sea of people, the blacklights gleaning down on me, I looked in some of the open rooms, waiting for the locator spell to react. There were witches and wolves smoking, drinking, engaging in spell work and other more … erotic things. I caught a whiff of the bitter sweet notes of Dark Matter and turned away with a scowl.