Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Hermione slowly walked into the Room of Requirement, her fingertips brushing against the dusty old broom, the rusty cauldron, and a stack of crooked books.

Looking around, you can see all sorts of things: sofas, statues, silverware, cabinets, and more.

"Achoo! This ash is making my nose itchy."

John sneezed loudly and rubbed his nose, complaining.

"John, what request did you make to the Room of Requirement?"

Hermione stared in astonishment at the endless mountain of junk.

"I want a room that has everything."

"I wonder if they have the kind of face masks I urgently need right now..."

John had barely finished speaking when his foot suddenly slipped—

"Aww!"

John, who had fallen to the ground, glanced at the thing at his feet and realized it was a face mask.

"No, I've already stepped on it, how can I use it now!"

The next second, a box fell from the mountain of debris, and after it scattered, it turned out to be a box of brand new face masks.

"...Great stuff."

This room does indeed have a touch of fantasy...

"No wonder there's so much stuff; could this be a warehouse?"

Hermione, standing to the side, looked around at the scene and said in confusion.

"Maybe, I'm not sure."

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

John stood up, dusted himself off, and laughed.

"Okay, but don't go too far. We don't know if we'll get lost in the House of Requirement..."

Hermione did not refuse John's suggestion; after all, it was a magical warehouse that had accumulated over countless years and was very worthwhile to explore.

"It's alright, I have a pathfinding spell."

John waved his hand dismissively, saying it was nothing to worry about.

The two then entered the maze-like warehouse together.

The items here are mainly furniture or large teaching materials, though smaller items might not be as eye-catching.

Most of the things were covered in dust, and the edges were badly worn, but strangely, there was no trace of decay.

There are also some antiques that look like they've been around for a long time.

John reached out and brushed away the spiderweb on an ornate bronze candlestick.

It seems that insects still survive here, but I don't know how they live.

Or perhaps this place isn't completely airtight?

"John, look, these look like old trophies from the school."

Looking towards where Hermione was, there were many trophies with faded silver surfaces piled up crookedly, their bases engraved with faded school badges and blurred names.

Some of the blurred dates on the base are from over a hundred years ago.

John then noticed a wardrobe that looked quite luxurious.

I leaned closer and opened it, and several vintage robes hung quietly, the fabric shimmering with a faint silver sheen, and the cuffs embroidered with faded star patterns.

"Wow, there are clothes too."

"It looks pretty high-end."

John reached out and twirled the hem of his robe; the silver thread felt slightly cool on his fingertips.

"Do you think there might be gold or silver jewelry inside?"

"Wouldn't you be rich if you found us?"

John suddenly remembered something and excitedly asked Hermione.

"These are all school property, John..."

"It's all gone, what property are you talking about?" John said matter-of-factly.

Hermione rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with John over this non-existent treasure.

"Huh? There's a wine cabinet too. How long has this wine been sitting here? Is it still drinkable?"

John curiously approached a transparent glass cabinet.

"No, John, if you dare drink this, I won't let you off the hook," Hermione warned directly.

"Shall I bring it to Professor Snape?"

"......walk slowly."

The glass cabinet was filled with neatly stacked amber-colored bottles, the labels long since faded to pale brown, leaving only the small gold lettering "1893 Slytherin Cellar Collection".

Isn't this better than the 82 Lafite?

Just as John reached out to touch the wine bottle inside, two small silver snakes on the cabinet door suddenly came to life and bit John's hand.

John was so frightened that he quickly pulled his hand back to avoid being bitten.

"There's even an anti-theft mechanism? That's so advanced!"

"Serves you right for being greedy."

Hermione shook her head helplessly and continued shopping.

Hermione soon stopped in front of a bookshelf, looking at some dusty books on it.

"These are all pretty normal books. Neville's training room also has these kinds of books. Could it be that all those books came from here?"

"I think it's possible," John replied from the other side, playing with a round sky and a square earth, and then spoke again.

"Hey Hermione, you said Voldemort studied at Hogwarts, could he have known about this place and hidden the Horcruxes here?"

"Heh, you better pray it's not true, otherwise you'll never find it in such a huge area."

"That's true... um?"

Just as John was about to study something else...

That familiar feeling, that of another soul, suddenly surfaced in his mind.

What happened?

John instinctively pulled out his wand and looked around warily.

It should be noted that his other soul only reacts when his soul is threatened.

This time, however, there didn't seem to be that sense of threat.

Instead, it seemed to be guiding him to find something.

John closed his eyes and began to feel it carefully.

The sign seemed so close at hand.

He opened his eyes again and looked at the ordinary jewelry box in front of him.

He frowned, but still reached out and lifted the lid of the box.

A magnificent silver crown lay quietly on the velvet cushion.

The crown is inlaid with a large, deep blue gemstone, and also features the head of an eagle.

"Wow! There really is gold and silver jewelry!"

John, who had been quite wary, immediately became obsessed with the crown and shouted.

For a moment, John could feel the speechless feeling of the other soul within him.

Hermione, who was not far away, heard John's voice and looked at him speechlessly.

John reached out to touch the crown, but just as his fingertips were three centimeters from the crown's deep blue gemstone, that soul-stirring hum resounded once more.

It was as if they were preventing John from touching the crown.

?

John clearly felt the resistance in his heart, which made him even more confused.

He discovered that his other soul seemed to be more active than before.

It's not about the number of times it appears.

Instead, one can perceive its thoughts and even its emotional changes more clearly.

It was especially obvious just now.

With that in mind, John tried to continue probing forward.

That feeling of resistance returned instantly. Although it couldn't affect his movements, it felt like a small hand was dangling on him, begging him not to touch it.

"Hmm...okay, okay, I won't touch it."

John withdrew his hand, muttering to himself, as if a sigh of relief had been released from his soul.

But the next second, John grabbed the crown with lightning speed.

...! ! !

First, there was a moment of silence, then the next second, a sense of dread and exasperation spread wildly through my mind.

John was so frightened that he quickly loosened his crown.

The sense of horror disappeared.

However, the feeling of exasperation did not subside at all, as if she was still complaining about his broken promise.

Hey, this soul is quite interesting.