Use The Astronomy Table Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

--- The door to his private study closed behind them with a heavy click. Knox walked toward the massive oak desk, then paused. He didn’t sit. Instead, he reached into a drawer and retrieved a leather-bound book. He held it out to her. “What’s this?” she asked, taking it slowly. “History,” he said. “Of the Blue Moon Pack. Of the Lycans. And of course, mates—including scents. I think you might find some answers there. This is all I could do for you before leaving. I hope it’s enough.”

Chapter 99 – The Shattered Constellation The field of stars stretched endlessly around them, shimmering faintly like a sea of fireflies frozen in time. Each star pulsed rhythmically, casting soft light across the group as they struggled to regain their footing after the fall. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, making it hard to breathe—not from lack of oxygen, but from the sheer weight of what surrounded them. Jessica stared at the constellations above: one shaped like a wolf, the other like a witch. Between them burned the words **"Unity Is Strength,"** glowing brighter with each passing second. Her hybrid nature surged within her, responding instinctively to the celestial displ

to glow faintly in the candlelight, almost as if they were alive. "You're a witch," Seraphine breathed quietly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She had suspected that Soraya was not just an ordinary being, but the world had not heard of witches in decades. Their existence had been told in stories, but she never imagined meeting a witch in person. "I've never met a witch before." Soraya nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am, Luna. And it is my duty to tell you about this. To teach you what you need to know, and to stand by your side as you fulfill your destiny." Moments later, Soraya led Seraphine through a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking u

“That's Nuvolish?” “Yes. Chris does it too. It requires moonpetal, starlight salt, Dreamweavers moss, and essence of celestial water, but in a pinch, wolfsbane will suffice. Then you say the spell.” Narah’s gaze narrowed, as if trying to read my thoughts. “The incantation?” She pressed. I shrugged, settling down on the cold living room floor across from her. She shifted uncomfortably, keeping her focus on me. “Astra velare, auras celare

“You’re not supposed to be coughing up black goo.” Peggy watched the black drip from her aunt’s nose, her heart thudding in her chest. The black goo didn’t look like blood or mucus, and it had a strong smell… A smell of… “Turpentine,” Peggy whispered. “It’s ok, I’m not a rogue yet,” Astrea said, taking deep breaths. “I looked too closely at something. I was looking into the stars with the help of a friend and… It tried to separate me from the moon goddess.”

The air carried the sharp blend of spiced herbs and ink stains, and beneath the woven canvas rug the warm stone barely held on to the night’s cold. In the center stood a massive, heavy table covered in maps, focus-stones, note-scrolls, and crystals that recorded different magical readings. Beside them lay brass-etched compasses, rune-inlaid metal discs, and the special seals of various mage orders. The whole setup looked like the meeting point of an ancient scholar, a warlord, and a fire-mage’s mind. Sky stood at the map table, turning a bronze rod etched with runes between her fingers. Her fingertips moved calmly along the grooves. Her gaze did two things at once—observed and searched.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Blue light flooded the observatory. Everyone froze. Even Sebastian. Elias smiled. “It has begun.” Aurora frowned. “What has?” “The inheritance.” The telescope locked into place. A beam of light shot through its lens. Straight into the crystal sphere. Then hundreds of tiny lights burst across the ceiling. A living map. Stars. Constellations. Coordinates. Numbers. Thousands of numbers. Sebastian stared upward. “What is this?” Elias answered proudly. “Your defeat.” Aurora looked closer. The stars weren’t random.

"However, the combination of ‘Luck Deprivation’ and ‘Predator’ is quite a match. Once the luck attribute accumulates, a small probability could essentially become a large one, even reaching a 100% chance!" Three hours later, after closing the information panel, Logo rubbed his temples and walked out of his bedroom. He had figured out the general situation of the information space; the stars were actually information carriers that could be read with just a conscius touch. Different stars represented different categories of information, such as magic, technology, deities, and alchemy. Simply browsing through the directory had already taken him three full hours, and after detaching his consciou

A few minutes later he had found the page and was now scanning through for the correct years. "April 16th 44 AD at 12:09. Donatia," He said before pausing again. "April 18th 345 AD at 21:51. Mirus. April 17th 1733 at 9:17. Elizabeth," he added. "And April 17th 2007 at 11:36. Milly." "And you know that Milly was born around that eleven thirty?" I asked and Max nodded. "Then it's true. A descendant of Hecate born on the exact minute of the new moon during the Aries constellation has the powers of the Goddess of Witchcraft," I said.