Novel & Cerita Room Of Requirement Golden Snitch

Chapter 30 Location; Red blood pack Hermione's POV I gasp. My eyes hastily stir open. They stare up a golden coloured ceiling. A huge trio golden designed pendleton dangles up the ceiling. Their continous collision amidst dangling emits melodious sounds. Such beauty it is. I feel the surface I lay on. It's extremely soft. It's comfy nature suggest i lay all day. I lay and admire the undying beauty from the golden pendleton dangling up the golden ceiling.

The Creature deadpanned, cocking his large beastly head so that the yellowed horns protruding from his head arched to the side and I slapped the plastic smile onto my face like fucking peanut butter on jelly. I chuckled, glancing around the throne room and taking in the stunned white faces in the throng as a murmur went through the crowd and I blushed in outraged embarrassment, stilling the shake that had started in my fingers. “I will pardon you this once, what is it you want?” I snapped, settling back down on the skull throne and ignoring the assassin beside me that now had a white eye patch over one eye. It was a good thing that Hagrid was here, he probably couldn't take the beast on by h

Bellatrix groaned. She looked around the cabin and wondered-Where's that group of bats? Nicholas dragged her to another cabin. This room is like a luxury hotel room. A chandelier over her head, a large red sofa leaf on the right, a small table in front, and the red carpet under her foot are crafted with golden thread. Nicholas released her hand and sat down on the sofa while tying his legs together in the king's pose. Nicholas called Bellatrix out, raising his index finger,

Once they reached the top of the stairs, the room opened out into a large 360-degree view overlooking the entire city and surrounds, the setting of the room was dark gothic style with the furniture, a few hanging pot plants with strange smelling golden plants growing out of them hung just above head level, a sunken-in section at the far end had a few sitting pillows surrounding a black table with a few silver goblets grouped in the centre. In the main section in the centre of the room stood two large black pedestals with two opaque crystals set above both, “Those have to be the scrying crystals,” Rex said, coming to stand in front of them. They were set just over shoulder width apart from e

I ask as calmly as I can manage, interrupting their silent conversation. As the question comes off my lips, Tessa walks up the path behind me and puts her hand on the back of my chair. She answers my question with no emotion in her voice, “It’s a magical holding room. Once someone is inside for over a minute, they can’t get out unless they drink from the goblet. The person trapped inside is called a ‘waiter’.”

Dad giving me a war scythe means he trusts me, which makes me feel a little guilty that my parents don’t know about my rogue mission. After I pack my stuff, we head to the ballroom. The ballroom is a large oval-shaped room with dark grey marble floors, large chandeliers with many skulls holding candles illuminate the ballroom, stained glass windows with crows lining the ballroom, and the walls and ceiling are painted a dark grey with hints of dark purple swirling in the paint. The gothic-inspired ballroom is beautiful, and I forget how much I love it.

I opened my jaw. Wow… This will be my first time setting my eyes on a golden eagle with silver eyes and peek. I smiled at him. I walked out of my room to my kid's room that Don described, earlier. Immediately I open the door, I sighted sparkles, the room was filled with magic I could sense it strongly. There were magical unicorns, a piece of soft music playing in the background and their room is properly decorated with magic. Aww. That is so sweet of Don. Finally, someone cares about us in this mansion. I walked in to check on them one after the other, they were laid on three different king-sized beds with a lot of teddy bears they clutched unto.

"I'll wait for Matthew outside." Passing by me, she stopped for a second. "Oh, and this wine? It's the perfect match for tonight's dinner. Matthew's got great taste, you know." Her voice had a teasing edge, like she was saying, 'I know your husband better than you do.' The door shut softly behind her. I was left alone in the secret room, staring at two wine glasses—one empty, the other filled with wine. She had obviously been expecting someone to join her for a drink.

The sound was a mechanical snap, loud as a gunshot, echoing from the walls. From the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, hidden compartments slid open. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. Silver spikes. They shot out from everywhere. Hundreds of them. They were six feet long, as thick as doorknobs, and made of pure, toxic silver. They moved with terrifying speed, aiming for the center of the room—for anyone standing near the pedestal. They were heading straight for Nash. Nash was frozen, his hand locked onto the dagger. He was looking at me, his eyes wide with the realization of his death. He couldn't move fast enough. The spikes were seconds away.

Other than Severus, all the of us felt the same way as he did. "Okay, please follow me," Ken added and he led us where the massive and luxurious room was located. We entered the place and I was amazed by the fact that the room was really a high-end luxury. The luminous lights surrounded the entire room revealing a golden ceiling and jewels embedded on the wall. I could also see astonishing hyper-realistic portraits painted by famous artists Turning around, I caught sight of high-class drinks that fabled to have cured any kind of illness displayed in the massive glass-door fridge. There was also this kind of drinks that said to have the ability to make anyone who drink it be filled with vigo