To the Room of Requirent.
Dawn opened the pages of the fairy tale book.
[The Tales of Beedle the Bard] contained five stories. After reading through them once, Dawn found that this edition from two hundred years ago was not much different from the current version.
However, what caught his attention were the densely written notes on the parchnt slips tucked inside.
He was curious—what secrets lay hidden within a fairy tale book that was stored inside a sealed box?
…....
"I have always known that fate differs from person to person—be it joy, or sorrow."
After organizing the slips of parchnt by page order, this was the first line Dawn read at the top of the stack.
He continued reading.
"In 1772, when I was seven years old, my father threw the grandest birthday party of my life."
"He invited every wizard in the town, and even used his connections to bring in the most popular band at the ti—The Boiling Flas—to perform live at my party."
"I happily asked him why this year's celebration was so extravagant. My father forced a smile and said: because this year was special."
"Special?"
"Forgive for being so young back then—I couldn't understand the bitterness beneath my father's smile."
"I was too imrsed in the joy of being the center of attention, puffing out my chest and pretending to be grown-up as I chatted and laughed with the guests."
"…This was the most wonderful ti of my life. Even ten years later, I still believe that."
"But life is like that. For every asure of joy, you must bear an equal asure of sorrow."
"…"
"When I was eleven, I received my letter from Hogwarts."
"But my father didn't rejoice the way I did. He called into his room, looked sorrowful, and told —"
"My ti was running out."
"I didn't understand. I thought it was an out-of-season joke to celebrate my acceptance."
"But my father, with a heavy face, told he was serious."
"Then, as I sat quietly in confusion, he suddenly began explaining a kind of magic to ."
"…It was called a blood curse. A dark enchantnt passed down through bloodlines."
"And I… yes, unfortunately, had awakened it."
"My father told that once infected with this curse, I would periodically transform into a mindless beast."
"And as ti passed, those transformations would beco more frequent—until I completely lost all traces of my humanity."
"…"
"I can't even rember exactly how I felt at the ti… but I imagine it must've been devastating."
"I was only eleven. I had just received my Hogwarts letter. I dread of being the best Seeker in the world, leading the British team to Quidditch glory…"
"But now, it was all over—ruined by a ridiculous and absurd curse."
"Why ?"
"I wanted to shout at my father—why not my elder brother? Why not my younger brother? Why only ?!"
"But when I saw the exhaustion and guilt in my father's eyes, the words caught in my throat… and I swallowed them back."
"I knew he had already done everything he could to give the best."
"…"
"Then I asked him—when did you realize the curse in my blood had awakened? And as I had suspected, he said it was that very sa year, when I was seven."
Blood curse?
Dawn rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
He knew about this kind of curse. In the original story, Voldemort's last Horcrux—Nagini—had turned into a serpent because of one.
Having recently figured out the concept of permanent transformation, Dawn's mind suddenly leapt—could a long-standing curse like this be related to natural magic?
He thought it likely.
But more than that, he was curious—why would the owner of the parchnt tuck this diary into [The Tales of Beedle the Bard]?
Turning the first parchnt sheet, Dawn continued reading.
"In 1776, a week before the start of term, my blood curse erupted for the first ti."
"It was worse than I imagined."
"I could feel sothing gnawing at —changing not just my body, but attacking my emotions and mories."
"…I don't rember clearly what happened next."
"When I regained consciousness, it was the next day."
"I saw my father's worried face, my mother's tear-streaked cheeks, and my brothers' eyes filled with both concern and a trace of fear."
"I suddenly beca afraid. After experiencing it firsthand, all the ntal preparation I had built up ca crashing down."
"After locking myself away for a long ti, I asked my father—could he take a picture of ?"
"My father didn't hesitate. An hour later, he snapped a photo of in my school uniform, wand in hand."
"Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the photo, I was montarily stunned. Then I realized—"
"I absolutely could not 'die' like this. I could not 'die' as a beast!"
Pasted to the back of this parchnt was a photo.
Dawn turned it over and stared.
The image was of a very young girl.
She had long, shining golden hair, and a blank expression. Her pale neck was tucked beneath the wide collar of a wizard's robe, giving her an air of coldness and frailty.
Dawn slowly furrowed his brow.
He stared at the girl's face and suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
As if… he'd seen her sowhere before.
But how could that be possible?
This was a witch from two hundred years ago!
He racked his brain but couldn't recall ever eting her, so he could only chalk it up to so kind of false mory and pressed the thought down.
"September 1st. I started school."
"Headmistress Dilys Derwent was a kind person. She was not only the headmistress, but also a healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies."
"When she heard about my situation, she personally approached and offered free treatnt. Although it couldn't remove the curse, I could feel its influence easing sowhat."
"However, because I carried the blood curse, Headmistress Derwent regretfully told I couldn't stay in a dormitory with the other students."
"She would use her authority to create a private room for on the fifth floor of Hogwarts Castle."
"I told the headmistress it was no problem. In fact, living alone sounded far more enjoyable to ."
Dawn's eyes lit up instantly.
A private room, on the fifth floor of the castle… did that room still exist?
A sense of hitting the jackpot rose within him.
After all-- He had endured Ravenclaw's troubleso tower for long enough! Having a space of his own inside the castle was exactly what he had wished for!
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