Hogwarts Valley Collection Chests Novels & Stories

That one spiraled to six figures fast. By the time the tenth item rolled around — a vial of ancient blood said to enhance shifting speed — Phil was already sprawled sideways, half-drunk on sparkling water and sarcasm. Benard had barely moved. “This place smells like desperation and bad perfume,” he muttered. And then came the turning point. The presenter cleared his throat. “Now, before we open the Vault Collection, we have a surprise set — fifty artifacts recently recovered from Lord Gorge Mark III.” People leaned forward. This was new.

The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern. I recognized it instantly. Those stones had been purchased at Christie’s, a record-breaking private auction Alexander attended himself. He’d told me they were for my anniversary gift. I kept scrolling. When I broke down last night, he crossed half the city to be with me. Brought my favorite vanilla chocolates. Held me until morning. He said as long as he’s here, I’ll never suffer again. The photo made my vision blur. Alexander asleep. Brows faintly furrowed.

The old woman smiled sadly. “That choice disappeared the moment your mark awakened.” Elara closed her eyes. Then lifted the latch. The chest opened with a long, tired creak. Inside lay only three objects. A silver cloak. A worn leather journal. And a small wooden wolf carved by hand. The moment Elara picked up the wolf… The world disappeared. ⸻ Fire. Smoke. Screams. She was no longer standing in the valley. She was inside a castle. Stone walls shook around her as warriors clashed in the corridors.

She loaded the heavy chest into an unmarked carriage and drove out into the dead of night, heading toward the shifting, foul mists of the outer border marshes. Deep within a hollowed-out grove of dead willow trees, the dark coven was waiting. Three ancient blood witches sat around a boiling iron cauldron, their faces hidden behind masks woven from dried human skin. They smelled of sulfur, copper, and fresh decay. Tanya dragged the heavy chest of gold and moon-gems across the damp earth, slamming it down before the hags.

"Can you please give me my backpack as I still got a drawing and colouring to do?" Prince Willem saw the backpack as he nodded his head and he stood up. Prince Willem strode over to Belle Rose's backpack and he got hold of it by the handle. Prince Willem was surprise to find how heavy the bag is and he queried. "What on earth have you got in here and how many did you bring?" Prince Willem brought the backpack over to the bed and he gave it to Belle Rose as she replied. "Two books, three notebooks, four pens and two metal tin of colouring pencils. A quill pen feather and an ink pot. I draw something that might take you by surprise and I hope that you will like it."

A third and fourth bidder entered the game volleying between bids for what looked like a useless chalice. The price climbed to $60,000 before the unknown woman finally dropped out. In the end, it sold for $68,000 to the witch I had seen earlier. I wasn’t surprised since the Witches often collected such antiquities, using them to tap into ancient magic only they could possess.

The Item Keil possessed was a ‘Bag of Holding Type V’ capable of holding 3,000 pounds; but he remembered that the best was owned by 4ndr3, that being a ‘Bag of Holding Type X’ capable of holding 100,000 pounds. Searching her 'Bag of Holding', Keil handed Zark a gold coin. The coin had the profile of a man (Zark) on one side, while on the other it had the image of an intertwined tree (The symbol of Damenburge Castle). For Zark that coin had no real emotional value, it was simply a gold coin; After visiting the treasury, talking to Azrael, who was in charge of managing the castle's wealth, he learned two interesting things.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Inside the chest there was a glass globe. A magic crystal ball? An oversized marble? It didn’t come with instructions so it was hard to tell. Cheng went around the room opening chests and everyone dived in after him to see what they’d won. Christmas come early. Or late. Or not at all. I wondered if people gave each other presents to celebrate the Day of Weld, before they got eaten. “I found something,” said Maurice. He was bent over a particularly small chest. He pulled out a crucifix.

“This could be where he stores items that are… sensitive.” Kael crouched, running his fingers along the lock, feeling for traps. “No signs of poison lines. Sigils are mundane. Still — careful.” Mara picked the hasp with quick, practiced movements. The chest slid open with a quiet sigh. Inside, nestled in velvet, lay several discs — small, pressed metal with sigils that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat. My throat went dry. “These are the artifacts,” I breathed. “They’re real.” Warren’s typically composed face went pale. “We can’t just take them. They’re dangerous. And there may be wards tied to Halver’s house.”

He gritted his teeth even more when he saw me. "I will give you twelve big chests of pure gold coins. Eight big chests of pure gold bricks. And ten big chests of pearls. Now if anyone thinks they can pay better, stand up and claim it from me." I said in a mocking tone. As I already knew that I had gotten the Mighty Heart back. It was sad that I had to buy something priceless. But it was because of the selfish bastard who again wanted to take the mighty heart away from us dragons.