Hogwarts Legacy Upside Down Room 소설 & 이야기

In her memory, there are four rooms on the second floor, one for mom and Dad, one for her and one for Zora, and another is a secret base, so she can't go indirectly from the second floor. Yes, that room is the fourth room that can't be found. There is a secret between her and Zora Wood. She measured the room on the second floor with her feet and determined the approximate location. Then she went downstairs and ran to the back garden. Through lavender, looking at the wall covered by Parthenocissus tricuspidata, according to the position measured above, from bottom to top, when counting to the 17th brick, gently knock, take down the brick, there is a doorknob, open the door, there is a piece o

Paxton said as Dominick frowned. “Something is wrong with you as well. Your memories might be diverted to keep all of your knowledge from being revealed.” Dominick frowned as he let his face go and he went upstairs to find messed up rooms. Since half of it was burned, he found a room that wasn’t burned as the others. It has a name in front. Bellatrix. He entered and found a few of her things. It was messy. It was dusty. It has molds. The windows were busted as well. He went through her things and found a broken music box.

The final room is the bedroom, it still smells like him. I search the room and like the other rooms; I come up empty handed. I sit in the bed, put my head in my hands and sigh. A scrape on the floor catches my eye. It looks like that bookshelf has been moved- many times. I walk over and push it out of the way revealing a secret room. It’s small, there are a couple shelves and a desk. On the back wall there is a map of people; suspected witches who might have an elemental power. I see my face.

“Come on, firecracker! Let’s get your ass to your room before the castle rearranges itself again.” I bolted after her, nearly tripping over my boots. The castle twisted and turned like it had a sense of humor. Staircases that weren’t there before appeared, doors shifted places, and at least one portrait growled at me. By the time we got to the third floor, I was gasping. “Room 718!” Thistle announced triumphantly, pointing a very small finger up the hall. I stopped in front of a black wooden door with a blank silver plaque on it.

The chandeliers didn’t work, and there wasn’t any moonlight from outside streaming through the currently non-existent windows. “What are we doing?” I whispered, not missing how he kept peering over his shoulder down the hall as if checking to see if anyone was there. He held a finger to his lips and pointed to a door before he reached for it and opened it. “Wasn’t that locked?” “Yes,” he responded in a low tone. “Another royalty perk. We can bypass magical security.” “Doesn’t it leave a trace?” I remembered that from one of my classes too. “Not these, no.” He urged me inside a room filled with rows upon rows of shelves littered with all kinds of vials of all shapes, sizes and filled with all

In two seconds the door would have been ripped from its hinges. Opening the door wider, Preya moved out of the way, and Forbes and I strolled in. Sage stops by the door to fraternize with the sky-blue-haired teenage witch. Since we knew the house well, we advanced to the sunroom around the back and into the cauldron room where Elder Silva does her witchcraft. The tinted screen of the sunroom and the surrounding vegetation remained unchanged. There were numerous candles and strange wooden poles with writing in an unidentified language on them. She has a glass shelf with small pots and jars filled with various herbs, liquids, and colorful beads in the middle of the room.

She gave Elizabeth the last explanations: “The room where you stay is number 307. Now, unfortunately, I have to leave as the class of herbs and potions begins with the students of the upper grades. Johnny, are you showing her to her room, please?” “Yes, Miss Harmony.” “He stays on the same floor ... in room 326,” added the woman, after which she took her wand from the wide sleeve of the dress, where she used to keep it. “Now I'll leave. I have to hurry.” And turning the wand, the professor disappeared as if crawling under the earth after saying:

But she was still lucky why? Because in his mansion’s basement there are different rooms. And the room he chose for her was the most convenient one and the one which doesn’t give horror to people. It’s a dark room with an extremely small window that be near the ceiling which you can’t even call a window more like a hole. The walls are painted with black paint which had been peeling off the spider webs are covering the corner. No fan or any heater. Only a worn-out dirty mattress in the corner. The floor had no shaping at all it’s a commentary floor that is also covered with utmost dirt.

A heavy body sliding toward us, and though it seemed to last forever, it never got any closer. Between his teeth, Fitzy grated, “Wreck it. Gotta . . . wreck it.” Those words broke the spell holding us there. We again descended upon the pentagram, but all I remember are strange, twisted faces, howling mouths, burning eyes. We grabbed and hurled bricks through the window again. And when we finished, Fitzy clapped his hands and said, “Well, that’s that. Let’s go see if there’s anything cool upstairs.” Again we ascended, saw very little of anything, except for the dented whiskey flask and the room with no floor, then descended, a little disappointed. When we hit the bottom of the stairs, we smel