Romans & histoires Hogwarts Legacy Great Hall

Edward laughed, "Let's consider it my way of expressing gratitude for your assistance before." She knew he had already repaid her for her past help. Emma was about to decline his offer, but unexpectedly, Edward continued, "Ahead is the Great Hero Hall. Let's go take a look." The Great Hero Hall was grand and awe-inspiring. It had white jade steps, blue-tiled roofs, intricately carved walls, and majestic golden decorations. Couplets hung on each side of the entrance, profound in meaning. As they approached the door, they saw, "Evil should not prevail; virtue should be upheld. Good and Evil will ultimately be repaid."

“And then the double door that leads inside the throne room was a double door. I've never seen such a huge door that was made from strong iron and gold, while it handles feature the same head of the dire wolf.” My heart skipped a beat, at her last description. “That's the Harren Hall, the throne room of Regulus. Not even Claudius knew what the Harren Hall looked like, but Eero got the major details of it right,” my wolf had whispered to me. “That woman was a long-lost Xerxes, and the realm was slowly calling her.” It added. I stared at her for a few seconds. “I can't believe that there's still someone alive from that family,” I whispered to myself, but her ear caught those.

She had to focus on making it out of the meeting with her head on her shoulders. And security of her head being on her shoulders for a long time. There was a big door at the end of the corridor and a few guards standing in front wearing their normal stoic expressions. Ann paused in front of the large door, "This is The Great Hall, where you'll be dining with the prince." She gestured towards the door then turned to the guards and gave them a signal to open the door.

"Miss Fey, miss DeLuca, just in time," "Hurry up now girls and take a seat," Mr. Heeley invited us with a placid smile, gesturing towards the crowded classroom, my mood however plummeting as I lastly noticed that there were only two empty seats left, one right next to fucking Josh Mendez -whom I hated with a freaking passion, don't ask- the other one being right next to none other than Death's son, a.k.a Nathan Darkhart, his intense gaze already trained on me. Fuck-no!

I’d be the one to extinguish it. I cloaked myself in an Everley concealment spell, subtle, elegant, not the brutish nonsense the Hawthorne combat brats favored, and slipped into the upper alcove of the Great Hall. From here, I could see everything: the faculty seated in careful formation beneath the glowing chandeliers, the gathered student body fanned out in social clusters, and at the far rear entrance, the moment the anomaly herself stumbled through the doors. Late. Of course.

Empty and useless. No. Stop it. Stop thinking like that. I took a deep breath and walked into the Great Hall. And then I forgot how to breathe. It was huge. Bigger than anything I'd ever seen. Gold lights hung from a ceiling so high I couldn't see where it ended. Rich people sat everywhere. Important people. Pack leaders in fancy clothes. Women in jewels that cost more than my whole house. And at the front of it all, two big chairs made of gold and red velvet.

“It needs us.” Together, they placed the disk in the gate’s center. The stone flared. Magic roared through the room like wind, howling down the corridor. Then the gate opened. What lay beyond wasn’t a chamber. It was a sanctum — a temple lost to time. Starlight glowed from the ceiling, even though no sky pierced the stone above. At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails.

We crossed the courtyard fast, the frost still spreading behind us, witches falling back from it rather than through it, and reached a set of doors at the far end that opened onto a hall wider than anything I had seen since the plain. Marble floor. Old banners hanging from a ceiling too high to see clearly. Bella's hand tightened on my arm the moment we stepped inside. "This is wrong," she said. "This hall was not here. I was kept two floors below this." "The coven has been rebuilding since the first war," Marcus said. "Kaelen has had centuries. He does not fight fair and he does not fight where you expect him to." I looked at the floor. Smooth marble, old symbols worked into the stone in pa

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.

Like they belonged here. She felt like an imposter. They reached the ground floor and Nova pointed toward a set of double doors. "That's the Great Hall. Where we eat. Where orientation happens. Basically where everything important happens." Luna followed her through the doors. The Great Hall was massive. Long tables filled the space. A high ceiling stretched overhead with exposed wooden beams. Windows lined the walls. And at the far end, a raised platform held a single long table where faculty sat. Students filled the benches. Talking. Eating. Laughing.