Hogwarts Survival Sim

The night is deep.

The corridor on the eighth floor was empty, but there were continuous footsteps.

On a huge tapestry, the silly Barnabas, who was trying to teach the troll to dance ballet, is now hiding in the corner and shivering.

Another insect-eaten troll looked out curiously.

Opposite the tapestry is a blank wall.

Ethan was pacing repeatedly in front of it, from the window at one end of the white wall to the vase as tall as a person at the other end.

"I want to know where Gryffindor is..."

"I want to find the place where Gryffindor leaves its legacy..."

"I want to find the place where Gryffindor rests after his death..."

After an unknown amount of time, Ethan sighed as he looked at the smooth wall that still showed no reaction at all.

His expectations were ultimately dashed.

According to my own speculation, the four founders of Hogwarts may have left something in the castle.

Slytherin secretly built the Chamber of Secrets so that his heirs could purge the castle of Muggle wizards in the future.

The Room of Requirement may be the masterpiece of both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

It is full of mystery and wisdom, while also being willing to lend a helping hand to those in need.

Moreover, the elves at Hogwarts also know this place.

Therefore, Ethan firmly believes that if Gryffindor really leaves a legacy, it will definitely be in Hogwarts.

'Looks like we need to implement plan B. '

Soon, Ethan arrived at the library.However, his target today is not the restricted book section of the library.

He walked slowly along the dim corridor outside the library, and encountered many ghosts passing through the walls along the way.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally found his goal tonight.

It was a tall suit of armor with a door on the left side of it.

He opened the door and walked in. It was an abandoned classroom with an ornate mirror on one wall.

'Have you really moved here? '

Ethan touched its golden frame with his fingers. He raised his head and saw the line of words engraved on the top.

"Eris Stella Ohru Ayite Ubi Kafulu Ayiteon Voorhees"

"What I reflect is not your face, but your inner desire." He murmured softly.

Yes, this is Ethan's plan B.

If he could see in the Mirror of Erised that he had Gryffindor's heritage, he might be able to find relevant clues.

Unfortunately, his expectations were once again disappointed.

He looked very old in the mirror, and standing next to him were the equally old Hermione, Harry, Ron, Hagrid, various professors from Hogwarts, and even some he didn't recognize yet. people.

In fact, he could probably guess the identities of these people.

They stood crowded together, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

"So, is this my wish? Everyone can live happily..."

Ethan muttered subconsciously.

After looking at it for a while, Ethan looked away.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

'It seems that now we can only implement the final plan! '

After recasting the Disillusionment Curse on himself, he prepared to head to his final destination tonight - the principal's office.

Dumbledore's office was on the third floor, and Ethan easily found the ugly, drooling stone monster.

"Lemon Snow Treasure?"

The stone monster didn't respond.

"Zizi honey candy?"

Still motionless.

"Pile of cockroaches?"

This time it worked, and the stone beast seemed to come to life. It jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a rising stone staircase.

Ethan walked up the stairs and saw a polished wooden door with a griffin-shaped knocker hanging on the door.

"squeak--"

He opened the door and walked in. Fortunately for him, Professor Dumbledore didn't seem to be here.

His eyes quickly passed over the portraits of past principals on the wall, and Ethan found it on the principal's desk.

The tattered, dirty black pointed wizard hat.

He gently lifted him up and brought him to his head again.

"Hello, Mr. Sorting Hat." Ethan said silently in his mind.

"Well, it's you, kid." After a while, the voice of the Sorting Hat sounded in his mind, "What's wrong, kid, do you have any questions to ask me?"

"Yes, I would like to ask you some questions about that prophecy."

"Oh? How about it, have you found it, Gryffindor's heritage." Obviously, the Sorting Hat was very interested in this.

"No, actually, I didn't find any relevant clues, almost no progress."

"But kid, how do you want me to help you? I've told you everything I know."

Ethan was silent for a while, and then he continued to say in his heart:

"Mr. Sorting Hat, I heard a rumor that a true Gryffindor could pull the Sword of Gryffindor from you."

"...I didn't expect you to know this. You know, pulling a sword out of the body is not a pleasant thing. But I can tell you, this thing is true." The Sorting Hat's voice sounded a little resentful. .

"So, kid, do you want to give it a try?"

"Yes, I think if I am really the descendant of Gryffindor, maybe I can get some information from the sword."

"Okay, remember to be gentle."

Ethan tried to calm down. He meditated for a moment, then put his hand into the hat.

One minute passed, but Ethan felt as if a year had passed.

I don't know how many minutes passed before Ethan put his hand down dejectedly.

"Maybe I'm not the person in the prophecy? Otherwise, why wouldn't I be able to pull out Gryffindor's sword?"

Frustration and sadness welled up in his heart.

"Maybe you just need a better time and a little courage."

A gentle voice sounded from behind him, startling Ethan.

He turned around stiffly, and Dumbledore was standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

Ethan found that his phantom body spell had expired at some point.

He lowered his head subconsciously, not wanting to look at the old man.

"Professor, you...have you always been here?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Granger." Dumbledore winked mischievously, "But I want to remind you that except for Gryffindor himself, I am afraid that no wizard can draw that hat from this hat at will. A sword.”

"Even you?"

"Even if it's me, so you don't have to doubt your identity."

Ethan raised his head suddenly, his voice trembled as he stared at the blue eyes hidden behind the lenses.

"Professor, you know?"

Dumbledore responded with a meaningful smile.

"Who knows?"