Bab 91: Chapter 88
They passed him, and finding nothing, started talking again. Harry craned his neck trying to hear what they were saying.
"…I could do a Homenium Revelio I suppose. At least we'll know if anyone's here." It was McKinnon who said this. Hilliard nodded.
'Oh no,' he 'd heard of the spell! If they cast it not even his cloak would be able to stop them from finding him.
'ID Create' he thought, wanting to escape and a window popped up.
You cannot enter the ID when in extreme proximity to a supercharged magical ley line nexus. Error Code : RoR
What the heck was that supposed to mean! What was an error code? He needed to find someplace to hide! Real quick!
His hand brushed against something. He looked at it he saw a door handle! Looking behind him, he saw a door. He could have sworn that it wasn't there a second ago!
Seeing McKinnon lift her wand through the corner of his eyes, Harry panicked and opened door ajar and squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it too much, and to his relief, he managed to get inside the room without their noticing anything. He had just closed the door when he heard McKinnon cast the spell. He waited with bated breath.
"Nobody. Must have been Filch's cat." Hilliard's voice came through the door as they walked straight past, and Harry leaned against the wall, breathing deeply and quietly, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.
It was a large, almost empty room, with only a few flickering torches for light. In fact, the only outstanding thing about this place was that it was somehow exactly what Harry had in mind when he was desperately hoping for a place to hide. It was almost as if the universe had read his mind and decided to gift him with what he wanted.
But what was more was that Harry's senses were being overloaded by the sheer magical currents in this place. Harry could feel his Mind Arts skill grow in power just by sensing the magic in here.
Ping!
Skill leveled up due to overuse!
Mind Arts, Lv-6 (7%)
The act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings, either with others or one's own self. One of the rarest magics today due to its regulated teaching.
Cost-40 MP per use
Branch A -Magic Sensing-Allows you to sense flowing currents of magic that are in flux.
This was no ordinary room. Harry had stumbled across something big.
His gaming powers had pulled off some amazing things. Maybe…they could pull this off as well. Focusing on all of the room, Harry said as clearly as he could, "Observe"
Harry felt his observe happen this time. He felt his mana explode outward and sweep the room, interacting with its own mana and drawing information from it. A window popped up.
Room of Requirements
Created by Rowena Ravenclaw, this room can transform itself into whatever the witch or wizard needs it to be at that moment. It cannot create food and has many limitations placed on it by its creator. Any item summoned or created in the room cannot be taken outside the room and it cannot summon living creatures. Its position on a ley-line nexus grants it almost unlimited potential otherwise.
It only appears when the user is in great need of it, but can also be called for by walking three times infront of it and focusing on what is needed.
Harry gasped. This…this…there were ways to use this room that Harry couldn't even comprehend. He was struggling to piece together two strings of thought in his head.
Suddenly, his Gamer's Mind brought out a wisp of a memory from what seemed like ages ago.
"Each of us has a haven inside Hogwarts. In each of those are our greatest achievements. Our greatest creations. Find them and they will be your next clue. Your path will lead you to the unknowns we once traveled in our primes in each of our own quests for knowledge and power."
Harry's eyes widened. He'd done it! He'd found his first founder's haven! And it was Ravenclaw's!
"Now how do I get this room to give me my next clue?" Harry wondered.
An idea crossed his mind, stupid, but simple enough to work…he decided to give it a shot.
"I require Rowena Ravenclaw's clue!" he said out loud to the room, focusing on the lines the founders had told him. It was an idea, despite being a pretty dumb one, and more importantly, it worked!
A small three-legged, claw-footed stool flowed into existence in front of him, and a small piece of paper appeared on top of it. Harry picked it up to read it.
Help shall always be provided at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
And underneath it in underlined script,
Look for the most maleficent of the fae
The next day passed with Harry doing any and all research he could about fae, or fairies, as they were known by modern wizards. There was surprisingly little information about them in the library and in the Ravenclaw common room shelves, since they were mostly a French and Irish group of species that were rarely seen in the modern day England and Scotland.
Right now, Harry was out after curfew under his cloak again, returning from checking on a false rumor that the Weasley twins had told him about there being a colony of fae living in the outer edges of the Forbidden Forest.
"Mrrowwrrrrr" came a sound from something behind him. Harry's lips curled with disgust.
And somehow, he had managed to get Mrs. Norris pursuing him.
In an effort to evade her, he ducked into the next unused classroom around the fourth floor corridor. He took a look around the room and prepared to leave when suddenly his eyes caught something that was propped against the wall.
It was something that would have fit in an Arabian Nights tale as a princess's favorite item of choice, for it indeed was a mirror, and it was a magnificent one, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gilded frame, standing on clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
His Gamer's Mind instantly recaliberated and deconstructed the almost offensively simple code and decoded it.
-Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
-Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi.
-Ishownotyourfacebutyourheartsdesire
"I show not you face but your heart's desire," Harry whispered. Was it some sort of magical artifact? Something out of fairy tales? Curious, Harry used Observe on it.
Mirror of Erised
It shows not your face but your heart's desire.
Harry stared at the game screen flatly.
"Incredibly helpful, thank you," he muttered and started inspecting the mirror after putting his cloak into his robe pocket. As his fingers glided over its surface, he noticed something odd about it. Its surface felt almost liquid to touch, and had no glass over the surface like all mirrors did. It was as if someone had crafted a mirror with just quicksilver.
Finally, he decided to risk whatever the mirror did to a person, hoping Gamer's Mind would protect him, and stepped in front of it.
He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding furiously, for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.
But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.
There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Harry looked over his shoulder, but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible?
'Oh no no no.' Harry thought, 'This is not a horror movie. This is my real actual life. This can't be happening! This can't be happening!'
"Hello! Er…spirits of this room? Can you listen to me? I come in peace. Please don't tell me you've been creeping on me my whole life…" he spoke loudly like he'd seen the people do in one of those tv shows where they talked to ghosts.
And then he remembered the inscription.
"Oh." Feeling incredibly stupid for doing that. His heart's desire…he wondered what it could be.
He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. In her arms was another small child. And in the background, there was a white blur zooming around that Harry recognized as Hedwig.
She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes…
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