Hogwarts Castle, eighth floor.
Evans held a somewhat aged piece of parchment in his hand, walking through a corridor on the eighth floor.
The handwriting on the parchment looked quite bold, and from the script one could vaguely discern some aspects of the letter writer's personality.
Senior, you absolutely can't imagine what interesting place I discovered in the Castle.
The letter described in detail the route to that so-called "interesting place" and how to enter it.
Following the path Charlie had once indicated to him in the letter, Evans entered a corridor on the eighth floor.
This letter was sent to him by Charlie a year after he graduated. At that time he wasn't at school, so he hadn't explored that magical room together with Charlie.
After returning to school, since so much time had passed and he was very busy then, he had long forgotten this letter in the deepest part of his pocket.
But now that he remembered it, he had developed some interest in that so-called magical room.
Observing the decorations and portraits on the walls along the way, Evans soon found what Charlie had described in his letter.
It was a huge tapestry. On the tapestry, a somewhat foolish-looking wizard was using his wand as a conductor's baton, trying to teach a troll to dance ballet.
However, the next second, the troll in the scene stopped attempting ballet and began trying to beat up its ballet instructor.
After glancing twice at the painting on the tapestry, Evans turned around and looked at the plain white wall behind him.
"Charlie said you have to walk past three times and concentrate your thoughts, thinking about what you need..."
Closing his eyes, Evans didn't directly follow what the earl had said about thinking of a place to hide things, but murmured to himself.
He planned to first test the magical extent of this room.
"I want a place that can cultivate magical creatures and enhance their abilities..."
After repeating this three times, Evans opened his eyes and looked ahead.
A smooth door suddenly appeared on the white wall, reflecting the sunlight streaming in from the window.
Pushing open the door, what came into view was a room with very classical decoration. The room was piled with a bunch of very old-looking cages, some of which even contained weathered bones.
Besides the cages, the room was also filled with countless strange pieces of equipment, possibly made specifically for training magical creatures. The bookshelves beside the equipment were sparsely distributed with several books that had been preserved with conservation spells.
But looking at that equipment, Evans shook his head slightly.
Whether in style or craftsmanship, this equipment was too ancient to be of any use to him.
However, these books could be worth a look.
Casually waving his wand, all the books on the shelves flew out and fell into Evans's pocket.
Without him, these books probably wouldn't see the light of day again. Although he hadn't seen their contents yet, even if they were useless to him, putting them in the library would be better than leaving them here to gather dust.
After scanning around once more and confirming there were no other potentially useful items, Evans shook his head, exited the room, and closed the door.
A few seconds later, that smooth door slowly disappeared, turning back into the original white wall.
"What exactly is the principle behind this?"
Reaching out to touch the white wall in front of him, Evans's eyes turned pure black, but even in this vision, he couldn't discern anything unusual about this wall.
Shaking his head, Evans's eyes returned to normal, but curiosity arose in his heart.
He wanted to see just what extent this room could achieve.
Closing his eyes again, he silently recited:
"I want a vast grassland..."
More than ten minutes later, after coming out of the room again, Evans had roughly understood the limits of this room.
First, its maximum area was finite. At most it could create a room of about 1,000 square metres. If larger, the door wouldn't appear.
Besides this, the room could only provide facilities that Transfiguration or spells like the Water-Making Spell could accomplish. Otherwise, if no one had ever created a similar room before, it would only produce a completely blank empty room for the user to fill themselves.
For example, he had tried creating a room full of dragon eggs or a grassland covered with magical plants, but without exception all had failed.
The dragon egg room only had shelves for placing dragon eggs, and the grassland was even more ridiculous. It didn't even provide grass; it just gave him a patch of land.
But even so, this room's effects were still very powerful.
Who was its creator? And what kind of magical attainment could create such a room?
Shaking his head slightly, Evans buried these questions in his heart and closed his eyes again.
It was time to help that earl search for the notebook he wanted.
Closing his eyes again, Evans walked slowly, silently reciting:
"I need a room to hide things..."
After silently reciting three times, a smooth door appeared before him.
Pushing open the door, Evans entered the room and slowly raised his head.
Then he widened his eyes, because everything before him completely exceeded his imagination.
It was a huge space as large as a church, filled with countless miscellaneous items. All the junk stored here by every young wizard who had discovered this room from ancient times to the present was piled together. Sunlight streamed in from outside the windows, illuminating those towering piles of miscellaneous items like a city with high walls.
Looking at those various items piled up to the ceiling, Evans recalled what Earl Podmore had said earlier and couldn't help murmuring:
"This is what you call an empty room without much stuff?"
The things in this room would be enough to bury a Muggle cathedral!
After complaining internally, Evans thought for a moment and roughly knew where this information gap came from.
Earl Podmore was a vengeful spirit from hundreds of years ago. When he was in school, this junk room might really have only had some tables, chairs, and books.
But after hundreds of years, every young wizard who discovered this place had contributed to this junk room, and over time, such a spectacular mountain of junk had accumulated.
Given the scale of this junk, he even suspected that hundreds of years might not be enough to create such a spectacular scene. Piles of junk stood like mountains, and except for some artificially carved passages, everything was filled with miscellaneous items.
In this situation, he could only search slowly.
Sighing, Evans settled his mind and prepared for a long war with that so-called notebook.
Well, given the density of these miscellaneous items, finding it within a month would count as success.
Walking slowly through the corridor, Evans looked at the surrounding junk, imagining the reasons they were placed here.
Broken cauldrons, decayed books, various dusty bottles and jars, and even a bunch of dust-covered brooms.
Suddenly, Evans's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the top of a large pile of junk.
There, on top of a pockmarked wizard bust, lay quietly a dilapidated diadem, faintly glowing golden in the sunlight.