Hogwarts Legacy Great Hall Novels & Stories

We hurried after him like ducklings following their mother, though the comparison felt insulting to both parties. The entrance hall took my breath away. The ceiling soared at least five stories high, painted with a mural that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at it. Wolves chasing the moon across a star-filled sky. The floor was polished marble that reflected our nervous faces back at us. Chandeliers made of what looked like crystallized moonlight hung at perfect intervals. "This is the Grand Hall," Kaine said without turning around. "All major ceremonies and gatherings happen here. You'll want to memorize the layout quickly. The academy doesn't forgive those who get lost."

"Let's do it," We climbed out and I grabbed Liam's arm for support. The shutters started clicking quickly and I tried not to panic about it. Thankfully, it wasn't any sort of red carpet event so we don't have to pause and pose and in no time we were inside the majestic Great Hall, filled with guards and authorities and people going through the itinerary, chatting away or just marveling at the architecture. "I love this place," I muttered, looking up at the beautiful ceiling. "Sadly, it's my third visit," Liam laughed.

There’s no way they will hold the meeting in those places. I went to the great hall, pushing the heavy wooden doors carefully, but it still creaked loudly, like old doors do in horror movies. The great hall was dark and silent, like a tomb. I didn’t bother closing it. I walked towards the library, praying for Henry to be there. He had to be there.

As we approached the grand hall, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The hall was magnificent. The moment we entered, the grandeur of it all hit me. Towering chandeliers hung above, their lights casting a golden glow across the black marble floors. The high arches above were draped in deep crimson banners, the Wraithborn sigil—an intertwined black wolf and crescent moon—gleaming from each one. The Cresent moon reminded me of Hades's eyes. Terrifying yet... Sexy. The scent of pine and burning torches lingered in the air, mingling with the sharpness of the cold stone walls.

I stared out the window at trees that looked the same as they had when I was nineteen and running away. Blackwood rose over the hill at 9:42 a.m. Gates open. Guards nodding us through. The Great Hall waited. We parked. Got out. I took Shayla and Lucas’s hands. Lucian carried Aiden. We walked up the stone steps together. The doors opened before we knocked. Elder Harrow stood inside. “Ms. Voss,” he said. “Mr. Reyes. Children. Welcome.” He led us in. The hall was the same—polished wood, high ceilings, portraits of dead men staring down.

Lira's POV The Great Hall, a cold and scary place was now full of life. The green light I had made didn't just disappear; it stayed in the building. Ivy grew thick and strong around the pillars and the smell of crushed mint and wet earth replaced the metallic smell of silver and fear.

At the very least, he should come unannounced by us,' Obligichaun muttered, and Legolas came to a halt in front of a towering glossy door. The door swung open, but there was nothing there to open it. Charlotte peered inside a large room. Deep windows in the wide aisles on either side, behind the rows of towering pillars that supported the ceiling, provided illumination. They ascended to massive capitals carved in numerous weird images of beasts and leaves, and the vast vaulting sparkled with dull gold, inset with flowing traceries of different colors, far above in gloom. “This was the hall was protected by the powerful wizards of the ages, Are, Ithildin, and Isilme were among those, it was o

Suzan was in there. We had no choice. I reached for the door, my fingers trembling as I pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed through the trees, a slow, agonizing sound that sent a chill crawling up my spine. Inside, the air was thick with dust, stale and unmoving, as if the place had been sealed away from time itself. The floor was littered with debris, old wooden planks warped from years of decay. Strange symbols covered the walls, their jagged shapes illuminated by the dim flicker of a single candle resting on a crooked table. The shadows in the room seemed alive, shifting in unnatural ways, stretching and curling as if they were watching us.

"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.