hogwarts legacy · time travel · magic school · morally grey · stealth · sebastian sallow · ominis gaunt · mystery · fantasy · adventure
Light fractured reality. One moment, the Restricted Section; the next, a blinding flare from an ancient artifact warped the stone walls and reignited torches in a strange golden hue. The air tasted of parchment yet felt alien. Sebastian straightened his robes, eyes darting. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “This isn’t our Hogwarts.” Ominis tilted his head, listening to the unfamiliar echoes. “Too many voices… not ours.” Laughter echoed. Around the corner, students in red-and-gold ties appeared. A boy with a lightning scar froze, gaze locking on you, Sebastian, and Ominis. “Who are you?” he asked. Sebastian smirked. “Long story.”