Ravenclaw's Secrets!
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Dobby straightened up a little, eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, Sir Potter! Dobby found a room, a strange one! It's been hidden for many, many years... maybe centuries! Dobby thinks it could be the one you is looking for."
Harry sat forward, interest sparking. "Go on, where is it?"
"Dobby can show you, Sir Potter," the elf said, bouncing on his heels. "But Dobby warns you... it's not easy to find, even for a house-elf. It moves... like it doesn't want to be found sometimes."
That made sense, considering the type of magic they were dealing with. Ancient magic had a habit of being elusive, especially something tied to Ravenclaw. "Alright," Harry replied, standing up from his chair. "Lead the way."
Harry draped the Invisibility Cloak over himself and Dobby as they moved quietly through the dark corridors of Hogwarts. Dobby's small feet barely made a sound as they navigated the castle, sticking to the shadows.
"So, this room you found," Harry whispered as they turned a corner, careful to avoid Filch's usual patrols, "you sure it's connected to Ravenclaw?"
Dobby's ears twitched with excitement, his wide eyes gleaming even in the dim light. "Yes, Sir Potter! Dobby thinks so. It's very old, full of strange books and magic... Dobby hasn't seen anything like it before."
"Good," Harry replied, his mind already racing with possibilities. If it really was connected to Ravenclaw, it could be the key to what he had been searching for.
Dobby stopped suddenly, tugging at Harry's sleeve. "Here, Sir Potter," he whispered, pointing to a large tapestry that depicted Barnabas the Barmy attempting to teach trolls ballet. Harry had passed by it countless times, never giving it a second thought.
"This?" Harry asked, eyeing the tapestry with mild skepticism. "Behind here?"
Dobby nodded enthusiastically. "Dobby is sure, Sir Potter. But the room... it moves. Sometimes it is here, sometimes not. Dobby had to wait for it."
"Alright," Harry muttered. He stepped closer to the wall opposite the tapestry, running his hand along the cold stone. "So what now?"
Dobby's shoulders slumped slightly, his large eyes blinking up at Harry. "We wait, Sir Potter. Last time, I was pacing around here when the door appeared. Maybe I was just lucky."
Harry narrowed his eyes, glancing back at the tapestry of trolls clumsily attempting ballet. "Lucky, huh?" He muttered, already doubting it. Hogwarts was far too deliberate in its magic for something as important as this to rely on luck. He tapped his foot thoughtfully, staring at the blank wall across from the tapestry.
He had seen this kind of magic before, and he used it plenty of times. Intentus Revelio. Harry first discovered it back in his first year during the Easter Egg Hunt, and even Dumbledore had "borrowed" the idea for the Mirror of Erised. This corridor—it wasn't random, wasn't based on luck like Dobby assumed. It responded to intent.
The walls here worked off what was in your head. If you were thinking about something with enough focus, it made things appear. Dobby just happened to be thinking about Rowena Ravenclaw's secret while pacing, but he didn't realize that was the key.
Harry glanced at the tapestry of trolls doing ballet again and smirked. "Dobby," he started, "it's not luck. The room appears when you think about what you need. You must've been thinking about Rowena when you found it."
Dobby blinked up at him, ears twitching. "Dobby did think about Rowena's secret, Sir Potter. But Dobby didn't know it was doing the magic."
"Doesn't matter," Harry said. He took a few steps back from the wall and started pacing. He let his mind focus on Rowena, her secret chambers, and the kind of hidden knowledge that might be stashed away there.
One pass. Nothing.
Second pass. Still nothing.
By the third, the door shimmered into existence on the wall opposite the tapestry. It was a sleek, ancient-looking door, covered in symbols Harry couldn't quite place, but it looked like it hadn't been touched in centuries.
"There," Harry muttered to himself, stepping up to it. "Like I said, it's all about intent."
Dobby clapped his hands in excitement but stayed back, knowing not to interrupt. Harry gave the door a nudge, and it creaked open, revealing a dark, winding staircase that descended deep into the shadows below.
"Stay here," Harry told Dobby before stepping inside. He didn't need any extra company right now. This was something he wanted to check out on his own.
The air inside was cool and damp, with a faint smell of dust and old parchment. The steps creaked beneath his feet, and the walls seemed to hum faintly with ancient magic. Harry wasn't in any rush, letting his eyes adjust as he descended.
At the bottom of the staircase, he stepped into a large, circular chamber. It wasn't the kind of grand, elegant room you'd expect from a founder—it was simple, practical, filled with old bookshelves and strange artifacts. Scrolls were piled high on tables, and dusty tomes lined every available inch of wall space.
Harry made his way to one of the tables, eyeing the stacks of parchment. They were written in what looked like old, nearly forgotten runes, their meaning just out of reach. He frowned, picking up one of the scrolls. He couldn't read it, but it felt important.
Harry flipped through a few more scrolls, all written in the same cryptic runic script. The symbols were foreign, unlike anything he had studied before. "Did Rowena invent this?" he muttered to himself, setting one of the dusty scrolls aside. There was something ancient about this room, but it wasn't just the age—it was the feeling of purpose behind everything. He had no idea what these scrolls said, but it was clear they were important.
He checked the shelves next, running a finger over the spines of the old books. The titles were either in the same runic language or faded beyond recognition. It was frustrating. All this knowledge was right in front of him, but it might as well have been written in code. Rowena Ravenclaw was known for her brilliance, and it seemed like she'd taken extra steps to make sure only those worthy would understand her secrets.
Harry sat down at the central table, eyeing the scattered papers. There had to be a way to crack this. He wasn't about to walk away from something this valuable.
Harry scanned the books and documents one by one, methodically saving them into the system for later study. He had received the quest earlier that year:
[System Message: Quest: Discover the Secrets of Rowena Ravenclaw's Wisdom. Reward: Increased System Utilities.]
But something nagged at him. "These aren't her wisdom—just the results of it. I thought about her secrets while pacing, not the secret of her wisdom."
He stood up, tossing another scroll onto the table. "This room is full of knowledge, sure, but it's not what I'm looking for," he muttered, pushing a stack of old, faded tomes aside. The magic here felt intentional, but too surface-level, like it was hiding the real prize somewhere deeper.
Harry paced again, retracing his steps. He ran a hand over the spines of books, his eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. The system could analyze all of this later, but it didn't seem to hold the key to Ravenclaw's true secrets. What he needed wasn't just in these books; it was something bigger, something tied to Ravenclaw's very essence. But the question remained—where could it be hidden?
Harry returned to the seventh floor, finding Dobby still waiting by the tapestry. The house-elf bounced slightly on his heels, eyes wide with expectation.
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said, smiling in appreciation. "This will be very helpful. You can go back now."
Dobby gave a quick bow, his ears twitching with excitement. "Dobby is happy to help, Sir Potter! Call Dobby whenever you need!" With a soft pop, the house-elf vanished, leaving Harry alone in the dimly lit corridor.
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