Chapter 32: The Room of Requests

After parting ways with Fred and Robert, David made his way alone to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle. He stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary stretch of wall, directly opposite a tapestry depicting a troll attempting to club Barnabas the Barmy.

He paced back and forth three times before the wall, silently repeating in his mind: "I need a place to hide things!"

Just as he completed his third pass, a smooth wooden door appeared out of thin air.

Without hesitation, David stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, the door faded into the wall and vanished entirely. From the outside, everything remained silent, as if nothing had ever happened.

Inside, David found himself standing in an enormous, cluttered room that resembled a storage space. The sheer amount of objects piled up around him was overwhelming—centuries' worth of hidden treasures, discarded items, and forgotten relics.

With a quick survey, he realized he had just stumbled upon a goldmine.

Over the course of a thousand years, countless Hogwarts students must have hidden objects in this space. While much of it consisted of useless junk, there were also artifacts of incredible value. Why their owners had never retrieved them remained a mystery.

His gaze landed on a towering bookshelf against one of the walls. Thousands of books were strewn across the floor—some neatly stacked, others scattered haphazardly.

Under the protection of ancient magic, none had decayed.

David guessed they had likely been hidden by Ravenclaw students.

The name Ravenclaw literally translated to "raven's claw"—a metaphor for greedy plunderers. It also symbolized an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Ravenclaws often pursued their ambitions at any cost, which could be seen in past graduates like Quirrell and Lockhart—one who sacrificed himself to Voldemort for knowledge and power, and the other who stole the achievements of others for fame and fortune.

These books were undoubtedly banned texts or rare volumes obtained through questionable means—highly valuable, yet too dangerous to be kept in plain sight.

David opened a trunk enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm. He then used the Summoning Charm to collect the books, stacking them inside. He would sort through them later.

With that done, he turned his attention to treasure hunting.

Scattered among the piles of discarded objects were strange alchemical tools he couldn't immediately identify, golden trinkets whose purity was questionable, and jewelry crafted from Galleons and Sickles.

There were even potion cabinets filled with bottles and jars, many containing mysterious substances floating in preserved liquids. David had no way of telling whether they were still effective or long expired.

In another corner, he discovered dozens of flying brooms.

Though none were the latest models, they ranged from ancient relics to ones that might still fetch a good price among collectors.

(Quidditch had become popular in Ireland during the 14th century, meaning these brooms had likely been hidden away for centuries.)

Crash!

A sudden clatter broke the silence.

From a pile of old tables and chairs, a group of tiny creatures burst out, flapping their wings frantically.

They had iron-blue skin, stood about eight inches tall, and filled the air with sharp, piercing screeches.

Cornish Pixies.

Mischievous little creatures notorious for causing chaos.

David had no idea who had left them here, nor how they had survived without food for so long.

Initially, he ignored them, but their shrill cries were unbearable.

"Time for a snack," he thought.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a shrunken Winged Demon egg and tossed it into the air.

With a high-pitched whistle, the Winged Demon unfurled from its shrunken state, expanding to its full terrifying form.

The reaction was immediate.

The Cornish Pixies, realizing they had encountered a natural predator, scattered in terror.

But it was futile.

The Winged Demon, superior in both speed and strength, tore through the air, snatching Pixies mid-flight. Their tiny bodies dropped lifelessly to the ground. Those that tried to hide in the gaps of the furniture were yanked out and devoured.

David summoned the bats from his enchanted pendant and let them feast on the remains.

After feeding them a few energy cubes, he stored them away.

(The Winged Demon's energy cubes were made with dragon blood, while the bats' were infused with Thestral bone powder. Over time, both creatures had grown significantly stronger.)

With the nuisance dealt with, David resumed looting.

One by one, he collected valuable items and stored them in his trunk—until he stopped before a certain table.

Bound by a coarse rope lay an old wooden box.

If he remembered correctly, inside it would be Ravenclaw's lost diadem.

Opening the lid, he found the artifact resting within—a breathtaking crown made of gold, shaped like an eagle with its wings spread wide. A dim gemstone was embedded in its center.

The Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Legend said that Ravenclaw herself had enchanted it, granting wisdom to those who wore it.

David, however, had no intention of testing that claim.

This particular diadem had long since been tainted—turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort.

Though simply holding it posed no immediate danger, wearing it was another matter entirely. Horcruxes were artifacts of extreme dark magic, and he had no desire to invite unknown risks.

He also wasn't ready to destroy it yet.

If a Horcrux was destroyed, Voldemort would sense it immediately.

And considering he was currently at Hogwarts, that was not a risk he was willing to take. (When the diadem had been destroyed in the original timeline, Voldemort had nearly gone mad—at that point, only Nagini remained as his last Horcrux, and he had guarded it with his life.)

Having gathered most of what he wanted, David ignored the remaining clutter—old cauldrons, broken furniture, and useless trinkets.

It was then that he noticed something blinking in the corner of his vision.

A notification on his system panel.

[Wishes Granted]

"Please make a wish. I will satisfy you, but everything has a price. Are you ready?"

Achievement Unlocked: Enter the Room of Requirement (1/1)

Reward: A random ancient magic.

[Thief]

"That shameless guy—put down my baby!"

Achievement Unlocked: Steal an item (1/1)

Reward: A random spell.

[Master Thief]

"Take nothing without permission? Never steal without need? You're the complete opposite."

Achievement Unlocked: Steal items without being caught (100/100).

Reward: A random dark magic.

Four achievements completed in one night—including one from his previous nighttime excursion.

Not bad for someone who had only been at Hogwarts for two days.

As the information flooded his mind, David processed the details of his new spells.

The first was an ancient magic spell from the early Middle Ages, when the Baltic coast was ravaged by Vikings:

Mjolnir.

A powerful attack spell that summoned a lightning hammer to strike enemies. It had a wide range, immense destructive force, and massive mana consumption. It also came with knowledge of ancient runes—something he could study further.

The second spell was Marking, which burned a symbol onto a surface, useful for tracking or minor attacks.

The third was a Cursed Growth Spell, which required a piece of the target's body—hair, skin, or blood.

Once cast, the victim would develop a fast-growing tumor that consumed their magic until they were completely drained.

Dark, but effective.

With his new spells learned and his trunk full of treasures, David smirked.

This was just the beginning.

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