Hogwarts Legacy Great Hall Novels & Stories

He had half a mind to snap the leeches' neck just on principle. Instead he entered the great hall, pointedly ignoring the eyes of disdain boring down on him from every angle. Unlike the rest of the keep the hall was in pristine condition. The high arches supported a cathedral ceiling lined with lighted chandeliers. The stained glass windows glowed in the fire light, casting rich colors across the hall. The room practically vibrated with power, symbols shinning on the stone walls from the number of wards that had been placed upon the keep.

My father may be dead, well that makes me the queen then doesn’t it. Declan hasn’t realised it yet. He will tonight. The Rogues know their way around now at least. The Black Hall forms the central hub. From that space there are nine legs, long narrow red-floored corridors from which endless rooms with the same red-painted metal doors show. Each door is numbered and each corridor has a distinct purpose. Corridors one to four are accommodation. Five and six are for food and drink storage, seven contain heating pumps and whatever else those filthy little bald men do to keep this place warm.

Adrian always came up with ideas that were different from others. That was how he became a leader respected by many. Every member of Wyvern Peak knew that there was no problem that could not be solved as long as Draco was around. *** Adrian arrived at the rear hall. It was a locked grand hall known as the War Legate Hall. This was where stone statues of previous war legates were stored. Wyvern Peak would produce a statue of the legates throughout history and display them in order so that people could come and gaze upon them in the future.

The great iron gates creaked open, revealing the long stone pathway that led to the grand estate at the heart of the compound. Maxwell leaned toward me slightly, his voice low. “Are you sure about this?” No. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I exhaled, gripping the reins tighter. “I need answers.” That was all that mattered. --- The Confrontation The great hall was just as I remembered—grand, suffocating, filled with ghosts of the past. The massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their flames barely flickering in the stale air. The scent of aged parchment and burning cedar filled my lungs, dragging me back to a time when I had been just a daughter, not a soldier.

"Worried? Not even a little, Director Bones. The dormitories are sealed, so students can't exit to send letters. The owlery is sealed too. The floo is blocked in all the castle, so no calls or travel can be made, including professors' offices. And finally, Dumbledore's magic is sealed. So while he will sleep today in the headmaster's chambers, he can't change anything there. But come, we have to go get the other class 5 dark artifact. It's on the seventh floor, inside a very special room." Susan's eyes brightened at that. She had a very good idea of what 'special room' Erik was talking about. Before moving there, Erik ordered no one in particular. "Hogwarts' Great Lounge, change configuratio

We'd have to make this fast. A large, fenced-in warehouse stood across the road. The metal siding tattooed in faded graffiti, and the windows were dark rows staring out at the sea. Poe had brought us almost exactly where we needed to be. I'd have to ask him how he'd managed that. I would have been too afraid of the Witches sensing the residual magic from the portal. "Ok, seriously. What are we going to do now?" Liam asked. I pointed at the warehouse. "We've got to get in there."

"Finally. One more minute and I would have gone to get her myself. Does she think we have nothing better to do than wait for her?" Sean's complaint reached me before I could even actually enter the Great Hall. The place was exactly as I remembered it, the porcelain floor perfectly clean to the point where I could see my reflection and the marble walls covered with images of the Goddess. The enormous space was filled with rows and rows of prayer benches. And, on the farthest wall, was the largest altar for worshiping the Goddess in the four packs, meticulously carved from marble and adorned with gold, silver and diamonds.

They knew Abby had what it took. Wallace, glowing with pride, strode up onto the stage through thunderous applause, looking every bit like a prince enjoying the spotlight. "Thank you, everyone. And a special thanks to Ms. Davidson for her generosity," he said into the microphone, grinning widely. "But my late father left one special rule: this safe must be opened by my dear brother, Marshall, himself. Now, please welcome my brother to the stage to unveil this incredible gift worth 600 million dollars!"

She didn’t allow herself to think about war as they walked into the chamber and the guests in the gallery stood up. The council chamber was huge. The entire magical community could sit in the gallery that folded around the centre of the chamber. Right in the middle there was a beautiful white marble floor with a pentagram in black marble. The chamber itself was built around the very first altar many years ago. The first altar was made out of rock and wood, and the marble represented the rock and wood.

Before you can see what it is. I sat on the edge of my bed. I took a deep breath, then another. I closed my eyes. I thought about the compound. The layout. I pictured the big main buildings, the smaller ones around them. The way the paths connected. The training grounds. And then, the great hall. Everyone ate there. I’d seen it briefly on the way in. It was a huge, open room, with high ceilings and heavy wooden tables. The great hall. Something caught on that. I had never been here before. I knew that for a fact.