Chapter 228

Hermione walked slowly into the Room of Requirement, her fingertips brushing over dusty old brooms, rusted cauldrons, and a stack of crooked books.

Looking around, there were sofas, statues, silverware, cabinets, all kinds of things.

"Achoo! This dust makes my nose itch."

John gave a loud sneeze, rubbed his nose, and complained.

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

Hermione looked at the boundless mountain of miscellaneous items and felt surprised.

"I just wanted a room that has everything."

"I don't know if there's a mask I urgently need now..."

As soon as John finished speaking, his foot suddenly slipped—

"Ouch!"

John, who had fallen to the ground, took a look at the thing under his foot; wasn't it exactly a mask?

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

The next second, a box fell from the mountain of miscellaneous items, and after it scattered, it was exactly a box of brand-new masks.

"...... Awesome."

This room really does have a bit of fantasy to it...

"No wonder there are so many things; could this be a warehouse?"

Hermione on the side looked at the scene around her and asked in confusion.

"Maybe, I don't know either."

"Want to go in and look around?"

John got up, patted the dust off his butt, and laughed.

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

Hermione didn't refuse John's suggestion; after all, it was a magical warehouse that had accumulated for who knows how many years, and it was very worth exploring.

"It's fine, I have a Wayfinding Spell."

Regarding this, John waved his hand and said indifferently.

Afterward, the two walked into this warehouse that was like a maze together.

The things inside were still mainly furniture, or large teaching materials; of course, it was also possible that the small items were not as eye-catching.

Most of the things were covered in dust, the corners were badly worn, but strangely, there wasn't a hint of decay.

There were also some old antiques that looked like they had some age.

John reached out to brush away the spiderwebs on a carved copper candlestick.

It seems there are still insects surviving here; I just don't know what they live on.

Or, is this place not airtight?

"John, look, these seem to be the school's old trophies."

Looking at Hermione's location, there were many trophies with mottled silver surfaces piled crookedly, with faded school emblems and blurred names engraved on the bases.

Some of the blurred dates on the bases were from over a hundred years ago.

John noticed another wardrobe that looked very gorgeous.

He leaned over and opened it; several vintage robes hung quietly, the fabric shimmering with faint silver thread, and faded star charts embroidered on the cuffs.

"Wow, there are clothes too."

"They look quite high-end."

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

"Do you think there will be gold, silver, and jewelry in here?"

"If we find it, wouldn't we be rich?"

John suddenly thought of something and asked Hermione excitedly.

"These are all the school's property, John..."

"They're all thrown here, so they're property?" John said righteously.

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

"Eh? There's a liquor cabinet too; how long has this wine been here, can it still be drunk?"

John curiously leaned toward a transparent glass cabinet.

"No, John, if you dare to drink it, I won't spare you," Hermione warned directly.

"Then I'll bring it to Professor Snape to drink?"

"...... Fine."

Amber-colored wine bottles were neatly arranged in the glass cabinet, the labels had long since faded to pale brown, leaving only the small gold-stamped characters "1893·Slytherin Cellar Reserve."

Isn't this more intense than '82 Lafite?

John had just reached out to touch the wine bottle inside when two small silver snakes on the cabinet door suddenly came to life and bit toward John's hand.

John was so scared he hurriedly retracted his hand, avoiding being bitten.

"There's an anti-theft mechanism? So high-end?"

"That's what you get for being greedy."

Hermione shook her head helplessly and continued to look around.

Soon Hermione stopped in front of a bookcase, looking at some dusty books on it.

"These are all quite normal books; the training room Neville thought of also has these kinds of books; could it be that those books all came from here?"

"I think it's possible," John replied from the other side while playing with a celestial globe, and then spoke again.

"Hey Hermione, you say, Voldemort also studied at Hogwarts once; do you think he also knew about this place and hid a Horcrux here?"

"Heh, you'd better pray not, otherwise in such a huge place, you wouldn't find it even if you looked until the year of the monkey."

"That's true... Hmm?"

Just as John was planning to study something else.

That familiar feeling of another soul suddenly appeared in his heart.

What's going on?

John subconsciously took out his wand and looked around vigilantly.

You have to know, his other soul only reacts when the soul is threatened.

Only this time, it seemed there was no such sense of threat.

Instead, it was as if it were guiding him to find something.

John closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

That guidance seemed to be right before his eyes.

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.

He saw a gorgeous silver diadem lying quietly on the velvet cushion.

A large, deep blue gemstone was embedded on the diadem, and there was also an eagle head carved on it.

"Holy cow! There really is gold, silver, and jewelry!"

John, who had been very vigilant, saw this diadem and immediately fell into the money-grubbing mode and shouted.

For a moment, John could feel the speechless feeling of the other soul in his body.

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

John intended to reach out and touch the diadem, but immediately, when his fingertips were only three centimeters away from the diadem's deep blue gemstone, that soul humming began to tremble again.

As if preventing John from touching that diadem.

?

John clearly felt that resistance in his heart and became even more confused.

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

Not active in the number of appearances.

But that he could more clearly perceive its thoughts, and even changes in emotions.

It was especially obvious just now.

Thinking this way, John tried to continue reaching forward.

Instantly, that sense of resistance struck again; although it couldn't affect his movements, it was as if a small hand was hanging on him, begging him not to touch it.

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

John muttered to himself and retracted his hand; the soul in his heart seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, John grabbed toward the diadem with lightning speed.

......!!!

First, a moment of silence; the next second, that sense of soul horror and exasperated emotions spread wildly in his brain.

John was so scared he hurriedly let go of the diadem.

Now the sense of horror disappeared.

However, that sense of exasperation didn't fade at all, as if it were still constantly complaining about him going back on his word.

Hey, this soul is actually quite interesting.