Romans & histoires Hogwarts Legacy Great Hall

I can feel it and it makes me so uncomfortable. After the hearty meal, we decide to go into the covenant right away. Ficus informed us that the team is already in the position, ready to help if something happened to us. The covenant is in the area of the old quarters. It was an intended three houses that they merge and make into one unit. A woman open the door for us and take us into the long and winding hall, into their own great hall, inside the great hall, there was a throne, and I wasn’t kidding, it is literally a throne with two animal sculptures in the right and left side of the throne.

Terrified by the sudden lethal aura of the man in the mask, Candace shielded her face and fell silent. I nudged Ryder toward the exit. "Let’s leave. Aunt Patricia warned me never to trade barks with a stray." As we walked away, Candace’s eyes burned with a vicious light. She surreptitiously snapped a photo of our backs—Ryder’s arm draped over my shoulder—before dialing Lexi Hart. "Lexi, I thought you closed the gates! Why is that relic inside the Great Hall?" "I gave the order," Lexi’s voice was sharp over the line. "The scrolls should have been locked away yesterday."

What if they have been suspicious since the very first second I set foot here? I stand in the back corner, getting the clearest view of the entire Great Hall. The room is magnificent, lit by torches mounted along the walls. A chandelier with thousands of candles hangs from the high ceiling. Fascinating, classic, but feels... ancient. Far across from me, on a stone podium, stands an old man with one eye covered. The aura radiating from him reaches all the way to where I stand. It’s Headmaster Horgus. “Welcome to hell!”

"But Marcus will find her. He's the best tracker we have." "And in the meantime?" "In the meantime, you have a coronation to plan." His expression softened. "And I have a kingdom to prepare for." * * * Two hours later, I stood in the doorway of the great hall with Eva beside me, both of us staring at the enormous space that hadn't been properly used in twenty years. "Well," Eva said cheerfully. "This is going to be fun." The hall was massive, with soaring ceilings and intricate stonework that spoke of old-world craftsmanship. But it was also dusty, dim, and filled with furniture covered in white sheets like ghosts.

I was half bluffing my way through everything but they did not need to know that. We were silent until we reached the Palace, they didn’t build to the skies like the people of Brookston did, oh no, they saw that beneath them, nothing should ruin their air of mystery which they have surrounding them. Instead they built on the ground over a large space with interconnecting hallways and maybe secret passageways too, if their aim was to confuse others then hands down they had already achieved that. “I can call a Nisse to take you to a room so you can rest up.” The guide offered.

Darius suggested, a sign that he had been thinking as well. “They’re smart. That’s not going to go down easily. They have werewolves in their custody, Darius. They can test it. If they find out that the witches lied to them, they might want to rush on with their plan,” I said. Darius let out a disappointed sigh just as an idea crossed my mind and made my eyes go wide at it. “I think I remember where the building is located!” I exclaimed, shooting up from the couch. Darius wasn’t following, so he raised a brow at me.

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.

The evening air outside the Hayes estate was crisp, the sky washed in deep indigo as luxury cars lined the grand driveway one after another. Crystal chandeliers glowed warmly through the tall glass windows of the banquet hall, where laughter, music, and the clinking of expensive glassware filled the space with polished elegance.

The heavy iron-reinforced doors of the Great Hall swung wide, allowing the crisp, pine-scented highland air to rush across the stone floor. The central courtyard was lined with a lethal, imposing wall of black leather and bared fangs. Garick, Riheirk, and Valarian stood in a tight crescent moon, their hands resting openly on their unsheathed steel. Above them, on the stone dais, Lucian stood like an ancient god of execution, his chest heaving, his silver eyes locked onto the figure who had just dismounted his pale-gray steed.

Layla who had regained her wit, smiled maliciously as she looked at Zhu Wushang. “Heh… Do you want to speak with our leader? Fine… I’ll call her.” Layla said with malicious intent, it’s like if their leader came out then Zhu Wushang would be in trouble. Layla walked toward a certain area of the wall and pushed at the wall in a specific area. Then the sound of some mechanical rang and a small section of the wall slowly opened, as the wall had opened, It revealed the scene behind the wall. A large hall that has 4 large pillars that are decorated with gold and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. At the center deep within the hall, there is a golden sarcophagus standing on a high place that looks like