Chapter 42: The 7 Trials of Ravenclaw (1)
The voice from last time returned, reverberating through the chamber, its weight pressing against his very soul.
"The weight of wisdom lies beyond,
Yet only the worthy may step upon this ground.
A sharper mind, a steadier heart, threads of magic woven tight,
Prove the strength, reveal the path to claim your part."
The riddle lingered, and Nero's lips curled into a determined smirk. "Well," he muttered, stepping closer, "let's see if I've grown enough."
"Witty, stand back," Nero instructed, voice firm.
The house-elf nodded. "Yes, young master."
Nero took a deep breath, his grip tightening on Liss, his wand humming with anticipation. The last time he stood before these doors, he had been turned away, deemed unready.
But now... now, he could see, he could understand.
Seven enchantments. Seven trials.