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... inside, its stone walls warping into tall shelves stacked with ancient tomes.

At the center, an expansive worktable emerged from the floor, followed by four chairs.

Each subtly engraved with their family crests: Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin.

The air buzzed faintly, as if the castle itself sensed the weight of what was about to begin.

Nero placed a thick roll of enchanted parchment on the table.

Its surface rasped beneath his fingers, th ...

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