Hogwarts Legacy Upside Down Room Novels & Stories

Or maybe Grandpa was trying to pass a secret message. Whatever it was, I seized struggling with hope rising in my heart. Definitely, I feel wronged, but something told me to go with the flow. So I followed the bodyguards without any more protest. In the backyard of the mansion, just behind Grandpa George’s quarters, was a room that looked like a garage. It was dark inside and there were cobwebs everywhere. The bodyguards had to turn on their phones’ flashlights to find the way. Indeed, there were stairs that led to the underground.

It was a secret not yet ready to be spoken aloud too many times, lest it lose its shape or turn against us. The Legacy Common Hall rose into view like a cathedral carved from ambition and fire. Gold-fluted pillars framed the entrance. A chandelier the size of a carriage loomed overhead, its crystal drops catching the warm light like the glint of watchful eyes. The moment we crossed the threshold, the air shifted. Heavier. Colder. Hungrier. This wasn’t just a place to study or socialize. This was the stage where legacies rehearsed their dominance. And there, beneath a cascade of amber light by the bay windows, sat Ingrid Marrow.

Lev’s POV Do you agree, little Angelev!?” She asked me, and I could feel the change in her aura. She seemed sad and worried. I just nodded as I lost all the confidence I had seconds ago. I was paralysed with the fright. The last thing I saw was the gloomy and dark inside of the banned spell room. The room looked dark, old, cold and scary. Whenever we passed by, Maree would remind me that I must not enter it, and I would always imagine what it was behind those doors. I imagine it to be small and crammed with grimoires, magic herbs, spices, and some mystery stuff. And these were the things that were indeed hoarded here, but the room was as big as the playground for the Olympic Games. Every dul

Jax demanded, stepping over a pile of shattered glass. "The Hall of Trophies. But Jax, wait—the readings in that room are inverted," Zilo said, grabbing Jax’s arm. "It’s not a room anymore. It’s a throat. If she stays in there too long, she won't be able to tell which side of the glass she’s standing on." "Then we break the room," Jax said, his eyes hardening. "Tell the Covenant to bring the demolition charges. If we can't find the ghost, we’ll take away its house."

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“The both of you sucked the fun out of everything. Sleeping like a log of wood, unresponsive. It is simply no fun sitting by myself in this scary… “Just stop talking”, Dragomir retorted, “Let us out at once or I will make you regret this”. Raisel scanned the room, she had to agree with her on one thing, the room was indeed scary. It appeared larger than it first did when they walked in, they were different sizes of cauldrons and pots. Different coloured liquids in glass containers of all sizes and designs. Heads of different animals were in strategic places on the four walls of the room, on one other end of the room, there was a mat on the floor where human skulls were neatly arranged in row

Chapter 48 - Hesitation Lilith The only good that came from a man with an obsessive need to own everything was the result that he also would need a place to hold anyone who attempted to take one of those precious things from him. Of course, leave it to Gavin to have a dungeon beneath his overly eccentric home. The place was as cold and dark as his heart, but somehow it was still nicer than some of the places I had been held in my lifetime. I stared at the passed-out male before me. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath he took. It had already been three days since we found Winston in the wastelands murdering innocents for the fun of it.

It stood ajar, its hinges rusted and screeching faintly as Takumi pushed it open with deliberate caution. Inside, the scene was both unexpected and distressing. The secret room was far from the claustrophobic, dingy space one might expect of a basement hideaway. It was expansive, larger than the Master’s bedroom upstairs, with shelves of medical supplies lining the walls and a central area designed for movement. Yet, despite its practical design, the air in the room was dense, almost suffocating, as though the very space itself had turned hostile.

"Sneaking in and out of the house as a kid had a few benefits." She eased the door open and peeked inside. "It's clear." I nodded, and Avery held the door as Liam and I slipped past. I was looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary for a warehouse. What I found was pretty odd. There wasn't a floor inside at the level of the door, just a metal catwalk that circled around the perimeter and cut across the warehouse. I walked up to the railing, looking out over the scene before me. The true floor was sunken, concrete slabs two stories below where we all stood. Rows of hydroponic bays filled the warehouse. The special lights, bright and artificial, ran on noisy generators that sat off

Did I detect sadness in the self-obsessed witch? “Some of these rooms have been vacant for centuries.” She finishes. “There is a Walker room?” I couldn’t help but ask. Curiosity getting the better of me. “Of course.” Estelle scoffed. “The Walker Vault is the oldest room in the Melificus Acus.” She pointed past my shoulder to a room that sat just around the next bend in the staircase. I looked in the direction she pointed, and found myself surprised by what I found.