Hogwarts: Not Even Voldemort Can Stop Me From Learning Translated Chapter - Novel Cool

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262. The Enchanted Room and the Spellcaster

"Very well...," said Wade Gray, raising his eyebrows, hesitating slightly as he prepared to say something meaningful. But after a moment, he spoke in a soft, almost breathless voice:

"Please wait. I... I might need to speak with my daughter again."

"That's appropriate," said Minerva McGonagall, nodding. "There's an empty study room upstairs. I think we should go up and talk there."

"Of course," Wade replied.

As he stepped forward, he paused, glancing at the door. He then turned back, his expression thoughtful. "I’ll go ahead. You two follow."

He walked out, his movements deliberate, the door closing behind him with a soft click. The room remained silent, save for the faint echo of footsteps fading down the corridor.

Inside, the air felt still. The only sound was the soft creak of the door as it swung shut.

Wade stood still, listening. Then, from the corridor, came a quiet whisper:

"I really don't mean to be careless... I'm sorry... Please, just tell me what to do..."

Wade turned sharply. The voice came from behind the door. He reached for the handle, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Wait," he said, voice low. "Let me in."

He pushed the door open, stepping into the dim light of the corridor. The hallway was empty. But the air still carried the faint trace of a voice—someone speaking, just beyond earshot.

"Wait... wait!" he called out, half-running. "Who's there?"

The corridor stretched ahead, silent and unbroken. The only sound was his own breathing, and the distant whisper of footsteps echoing from somewhere deeper within the castle.

Minerva and Hermione exchanged glances. Then, slowly, Minerva reached into her robes and pulled out a small silver locket.

"It's not just the door," she murmured. "It's the air. The echoes... they’re still here."

Hermione frowned. "Like a memory trapped in the walls?"

"Perhaps," Minerva said. "Or perhaps someone’s still trying to reach us."

They moved forward, following the faint sound, until they reached a narrow staircase leading up. As they ascended, the air grew colder.

At the top, a single door stood ajar. A soft light spilled from beneath it.

Minerva pushed it open.

Inside, the room was empty—except for a small, glowing orb floating near the window. It pulsed gently, like a heartbeat.

Wade stood frozen in the doorway.

"Is this... real?" he whispered.

Minerva stepped forward. "It’s not just a room. It’s a memory. A place where thoughts linger."

Wade looked around. His eyes landed on a small desk. On it sat a notebook, open to a page filled with scribbled notes.

He picked it up. The handwriting was his own.

"Wait," Hermione said, peering over his shoulder. "This isn’t just a memory. It’s... a record."

Minerva nodded. "It’s a log. Of every conversation, every decision, every moment of doubt."

Wade closed the book slowly. "So this is what I left behind."

"Everything you ever said," Minerva said. "Everything you never said."

He looked at her. "I never thought I’d come back here."

"Then why did you?" she asked.

Wade exhaled. "Because I have to know if I made the right choice."

Minerva placed a hand on his shoulder. "You already did. You just forgot."

They stood in silence, the orb glowing softly in the corner.

Outside, the wind howled through the ancient stone walls. But inside, for the first time in years, the air felt still.

And then, from the shadows, a voice whispered:

"Hello, Wade."

He turned. No one was there.

But the voice was real.

And it knew his name.

(End of Chapter)

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