Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Compared to the Chamber of Secrets, it is not difficult to find the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas silly.

After walking around two corners, Parsifal found what he was looking for.

——A tattered tapestry about half the height of a man. On the tapestry, Barnabas, who looks very unique, is being beaten by a troll holding a big stick because he is a stupid troll ballet dancer. plan.

Opposite the tapestry is the entrance to the Room of Requirement, although it is now just a blank marble wall.

"I need a Red Devil's Country."

"I need a Red Devil's Country."

"I need a Red Devil's Country."

Parsifal closed his eyes, concentrated his thoughts, walked past the wall of the Room of Requirement three times, and then turned back. On the smooth marble wall, a wooden door suddenly appeared.

The entire wooden door is carved from red hardwood. It must have gone through many years, but with proper maintenance, it shows a smooth and deep glaze color. The end of the raised brass handle is engraved with a delicate heraldry, as if it corresponds to some magical creature.

"Is this possible?"

Frankly speaking, Parsifal was a little confused. He just remembered that someone else had tried teasing the Room of Requirement, so he tried it casually, but he didn't expect that this door would actually appear. Putting his hand on the handle suspiciously, Parsifal slowly pressed it.

"Gaji."

It seemed that it had been in disrepair for a long time, and there was a soft sound of the machine being stuck. No matter how hard he tried, he could not press it even slightly, and the wooden door was naturally unmoved.

If he hadn't been sure that the place he found was correct and the way he opened it was correct, Parsifal might have suspected that he had found a fake Room of Requirement.

"I need an empty room to rest in."

After letting go and restoring the handle, Parsifal changed his mind and pressed it again.

This time, the door lock was as smooth as Dove. After pushing the door open, an antique and beautifully decorated lounge appeared in front of you. Located in the middle was a huge double bed with a black carved on the bed. badger.

——"That is to say, unrecognized requests are impossible to implement?"

In the original work, the principle of the Room of Requirement is unclear. It may be the use of transformation, it may be connected to a magical treasure house, or it may be projected into a room located elsewhere.

But no matter what, there must be rules and limits.

Before Professor McGonagall returned, Parsifal stretched out his hand and put it on the door handle.

"Avalon."

The wooden door did not move at all, but Parsifal was not surprised because he was simply thinking of a concept.

"The Hanging Gardens of Atlantis."

There is also no change. Although I have described the appearance and style of the hanging garden in detail in my mind, and sketched the style of a room, it still cannot be realized.

"The king's treasure."

Unexpectedly, this time the handle was pulled all the way, and the wooden door opened, revealing a very messy warehouse with many messy things. If nothing unexpected, this should be the place where the Two-hole Socket Man placed the Ravenclaw Diadem.

"Maybe it's because you simply recognized the treasure?"

Seeing this messy warehouse, Parsifal suddenly had some inspiration. He closed the door and put his hand up again.

"Lupine Bar."

In his mind, Parsifal imagined the bar in Bungou Stray Dogs, a place where he himself had been when he was on the "other side". He was sure that there would never be a bar with the same layout in the world today, and even he was not impressed by the Japanese language and decoration.

So, what happens when there is no real reference and the imagination is incomplete, but there is a rough impression?

——"Whether it is a transformation technique derived from thoughts, or a huge treasure house that really exists somewhere, you should be able to tell a lot now."

Parsifal thought and firmly pulled the handle down.

"Gaji."

There was a slight sound of the machine being stuck, but after a little force, the wooden door was actually opened!

Behind the door is a spacious bar counter with yellow willow wood, black cushions, and jazz-style decoration with Japanese accents. From a rough appearance, it looks exactly like the bar in Parsifal's impression.

However, when Parsifal actually walked in, he discovered many differences.

Vinyl records are the product of smooth transformation. Although the posters and hangings have a strong sense of similarity, if you look closely, the details are completely missing. The part that is experienced in Japanese is completely messy but looks somewhat similar. letters instead.

The wine cabinet is filled with all kinds of wines.

However, what Parsifal was sure of was that these wines were by no means what they should have been in the original world.

"Firewhiskey, butterbeer, elderberry whiskey, tsk tsk."

Parsifal looked carefully at the reserves on the wine cabinet. Most of the bottles were old and covered with dust. The labels on some of the bottles were handwritten and engraved with the signature of a wizard, but they were too sloppy. He Unrecognizable.

"In other words, this is a mechanism that is partly a transformation technique and partly a mechanism for finding corresponding items based on ideas?"

After looking into the room with some suspense, Parsifal walked out, closed the door, and held on to the brass handle again.

He suddenly had a bold idea. He knew the absurdity of the idea, but it was so tempting that he couldn't help but want to try it.

"After all, no matter how bad it is, it won't ruin this house, right?"

After calming down, a picture is being generated in my mind, from simple outline, to details, to imagination.

A red wilderness filled with multiple swords, a blazing flame danced on the horizon in the distance, a world like an ironworks full of giant gears whirling in the dark sky.

"I need a place like this, unlideworks."

Until he was sure that his imagination was firm enough, Parsifal slowly pressed the brass handle in his hand downwards.

Different from the silky smoothness when he was looking for a place to rest, and the stagnant existence when he was projecting the bar, the brass handle in his hand seemed to change suddenly at this moment, as if he was turning a heavy marble. Although it was difficult, it was very firm. pushed to the end.

The wooden door opened, and inside, there was a red desert with no visible edges, and the smell of burning rushed into the nose.

A sword light, like a ghost, slashed down from the door with almost no sound of breaking wind.

The silver light suddenly appears, like a beauty under the moon, full of the beauty of ultimate power, and the unique elegance of sharp metal.