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Watching my adoptive grandmother study the Room of Requirent with an excited, almost childlike expression — analyzing the place the sa way I had done hundreds of tis — I smiled softly.
My gaze then shifted to the invisible runes as well, my eyes glowing with the activation of my Magic Vision.
"Well, Penny, you're not wrong in saying that an ordinary wizard wouldn't be able to create a room like this," I began, drawing her attention back to . "From the mont I discovered this room and started using it, I've witnessed forms and uses of magic that I had never seen before. And that was… different — in a good way, of course."
I placed my hand on my chin, thoughtful.
"And thinking about it, there really isn't any other place in the wizarding world — not even in the rest of Hogwarts, or even in your house — that has ever given anything similar."
"I think I understand what you an," Penny said, a reflective look in her eyes. "I've only been here for a few minutes, and I already feel like my understanding of magic has expanded."
"I feel the sa," Nick added. "And if I had to compare it, I'd say this room reminds of certain ancient ruins or naturally-ford magical structures we found during our expeditions."
"Hmm, now that you ntion it, I can see the resemblance…" his wife murmured, one finger resting under her chin.
Hearing the musings of the two ancient and experienced beings, I raised an eyebrow with interest.
I might have deep knowledge, affinity, and connection to magic, but I couldn't deny that I didn't even have twenty percent of the experience they had gathered throughout their lives.
When it ca to knowing and understanding all branches of magic, I was an amateur compared to them.
They had seen places, cultures, and magics that I couldn't even imagine — I didn't even know as much of the wizarding world as the other adult witches and wizards in this room.
So hearing them compare the Room of Requirent to ruins and natural magical formations awakened sothing inside — an adventurous desire to explore the world.
'Hmm, maybe I'll ask them to take to so of those places when the school year ends,' I thought, making a ntal note.
Leaving that for another ti, I refocused on the conversation.
I then noticed that the discussion was quickly drifting into other subjects, and not wanting to lose focus, I decided to cut into their debate.
"Look, to be honest, I have no idea who, how, or when this room was created. I don't even know if I'll ever find that out," I said, bringing their attention back to . "But I have a theory… or I guess it would be more accurate to call it a supposition."
"I believe that this room was either created by the Founders as a special space when they built the castle, or the castle itself created it, using the magic concentrated in this place."
Hearing my suppositions, Nick and Penny nodded, having reached a similar conclusion.
anwhile, the rest of the group — except for Luna, who was dreamily staring around — looked at with confused expressions.
Everyone had been paying attention to our conversation since the beginning, but the more we spoke, the more lost they beca.
Of course, it wasn't their fault. Nick, Penny, and I simply had a deeper and more detailed understanding of magic than they did.
'Urgh… I feel like I'm sitting in a classroom listening to a confusing and difficult lecture,' Ron thought, not having understood even a fifth of what we said.
And Harry beside him was in the sa situation — completely lost.
The only mber of the Golden Trio who seed interested was — unsurprisingly — Hermione, who had already asked the room for parchnt and a quill to take notes.
Seeing that the three of us were going to keep talking, Sirius — who was already feeling his head start to ache — interrupted quickly:
"Okay, we get it. This place is amazing and all that," he said hurriedly. "Now, could we please go back to speaking a language normal people understand?"
"Oh, sorry. I forgot that not everyone here was blessed with the gift of intelligence," I said sadly, very pointedly looking at him… and at Dora.
"Hey! Why are you looking at ? He's the one who complained!" Dora protested, offended.
"My bad, force of habit," I apologized.
"Force of habit?" She frowned.
"Yes," I nodded. "It's just that people with learning difficulties due to brain problems usually co in pairs. And you two are cousins, so…"
"Wait — are you calling stupid?!"
"Look, I didn't say 'stupid', I said 'people with learning difficulties due to brain problems'... Completely different," I explained slowly.
"Different my ass! That's the sa thing!" Dora glared at .
"Oh!" I looked at her with an expression of surprise. "Looks like you're not as stupid as I thought!"
"Say that again if you dare, you smug little brat!"
"Make , My Little Pony knockoff."
"I don't even know what that is, you overgrown arrogant chicken!"
"Troll brain!"
"Stinky Ravenclaw!"
"Says the girl whose house mascot is basically a skunk."
"It's a badger!"
"That's not what your sll says."
"Oh, you—!"
"Children, stop arguing," Andy said, cutting off the exchange.
Dora opened her mouth to complain, but the intimidating Lady Tonks needed only a look to silence her.
Seeing the tamorphmagus go quiet, I looked at her with a smug, victorious smirk.
However, in the next instant, I noticed my mom looking at — and my smile vanished instantly as I sat up straight like a well-trained statue.
Sirius, who had been watching the argunt in utter joy — knowing full well he had caused it — let out a laugh at the sight of us defeated.
Unfortunately for him, that laugh drew both my mom's and Andy's glare toward him.
And just like Dora and I, he imdiately lowered his head in silence.
Once the three troublemakers were properly subdued, the two won nodded to each other in satisfaction.
My mom then moved to one of the sofas closest to my armchair, sat down, and pulled a cushion into her lap.
"Well, now that everyone is quiet again, perhaps we can finally return to the reason we're here," she said, her gaze sweeping the room.
"I agree," Apolline said, who had remained silent beside her husband and daughters — both worried and curious.
She sat as well, gathering her family close.
The others didn't remain standing for much longer, and in a few seconds the sofas and armchairs of the Room of Requirent were fully occupied.
"Okay, we have a private and calm room to talk in now, so I think it's ti for you to tell us what really happened in that graveyard," Andy said seriously, her eyes locking onto mine.
Feeling her gaze, I understood: this was no longer a mont for jokes.
This was the mont everyone had been waiting for.... The mont the truth would be revealed.
"Right," I took a deep breath, focusing.
"To make things clearer, I think we should start from the beginning… the maze."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
The laughter and lightness vanished — replaced by a tension so thick it felt physical.
Everyone's expressions tightened, and all eyes turned to .
"After the task started, I imdiately began running through the maze, looking for the cup. But along the way, I noticed that sothing was wrong."
"And it didn't take long before I was cornered by Barty Crouch Junior, and then…"
The words began to flow from my mouth, and I told them everything — leaving almost no detail out.
I shared every bit of information I thought was important or even slightly relevant, and Harry and Fleur stepped in a few tis, adding details from their perspectives.
When I reached the part about the graveyard, I repeated what I had told everyone on the Quidditch Pitch — but this ti, I didn't omit anything.
I told everything.
I spoke about the trap, the suppressing ward, our decision to send Fleur away, and how we were captured.
Then I described the ritual — how it was perford, and what I noticed... until I arrived at Voldemort's rebirth.
No one interrupted. Not even once.
The adults. The teenagers. The wizards. The muggles... Everyone was tense — hanging on every single word.
Reaching the final part of the events, I began to talk about the battles we fought in the graveyard.
At that mont, my parents and Sirius were on the edge of their seats, wearing anxious and worried expressions — even though they could clearly see we were standing right in front of them, safe and unhard.
As I described the fights, I felt relieved to notice that my family — and the others around us — didn't react too strongly when I ntioned killing Pettigrew and Macnair.
Of course, I could still feel the shift in their emotions, but none of them showed judgnt or disgust toward what I had done.
What I sensed was sadness, concern, and irritation — especially from my parents.
Sadness and concern because they feared that this might affect , scar , or leave so kind of trauma.
And irritation at the whole situation that forced to go through this in the first place.
That eased my mind. I knew they didn't want a son who kills, but the fact that they didn't recoil from my actions showed they weren't afraid of — that they didn't see differently.
Anyway, returning to the present: when I finished telling everything, ending with Fawkes rescuing us and taking us away from there, the silence that followed was almost absolute.
Only the crackling of the fireplace could be heard in the room.
End.
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