Hogwarts Legacy Great Hall 소설 & 이야기

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.

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

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

He finally reached the upper levels of Guildhall, and with a single kick, he knocked down a huge oak door that had been there for centuries. He burst into the main room, the medieval grand hall of Guildhall. It was a magnificent room, hundreds of feet long and high, with huge arched ceilings, built with limestone walls five feet thick. The walls and ceiling were covered with statues, gargoyles and biblical images: in one corner sat a huge statue of the mythical giant Gog, while in the other sat a huge statue of the mythical Magog. Kyle loved these mythical demon giants, right from the Bible, the very images of evil themselves. He always wondered why the humans had chosen these images to ador

He had brought a piece of his clan's history and pride to this remote place, sealing it with magic to wait for this day, the day the last heir would finally return home. In the center of the hall stood a grand double-spiral staircase made of sturdy black oak, leading up to the upper floor where dark, quiet rooms waited. Everything in the castle was spotlessly clean and well-kept, free of dust, as if Gideon's protective magic also acted as a housekeeper for this rarely visited place.

Suddenly Arthur called her, "Come here, I have something to show you." There was a cellar at the backyard. It was closed. Whenever Myra asked about that her mother told her that it was for avoiding tornadoes. They could easily save themselves by entering in it during natural calamity. But they never faced a tornado to go down in that cellar. Never in her life had she gone down under. Arthur lifted the lid and told her to go down after him. As they reached down there was a metal door with a combination of lock. Arthur cursed seeing the lock and dialled the number of his father. After asking him the combination of number he typed those number. And bingo, the door got opened with a cracking sou