"aju meku classes nuhe hoenze
Me history professor woodruff mirzay "
The bent old man,. Wearing wrinkles on his face which narrated tales of past, Said in a deep voice. He was bent, with a walking stick, hiding inside the once-white cloak in his left hand. His grey appearance and worn out clothes and a bump on his back, below the neck aids the fact that he was not once a very happy man.
"That's trraddishnal goblish, isn't it? The un- simplified one!. Don't you all understand it? My friend?" Bob had some proud shoulders. "the class is in an hour. It's what it says!" said Bob, smiling, looking at white faces of crowd that had gathered there.
"why are you all so sad? Don't u all like classes?" he shouted admist the silence of the room.
"Might I ask you to shut your bloody rubbish for a moment? Fool?" said the old man in a weathered voice.
"it was traditional elvish of ather elves", said Felix. One of the purest, wisest scholar species of indopea." He added.
"The official functioning language of indopea" added Aramond.
"And I suppose you think you want to translate it" said Bob fiercely.
The silence of the room was pierced by the voice of Aramond " the line says that 'Today's classes have been cancelled due to the untimely death of our history professor Woodruff". He announced. Silence was re throned.
The scene was so plain that all the little goblish faces turned pale. They, poor halflings were never supposed to be tested with so terror. After all, goblins are they. Never they know anything other than happiness in their enormous graves. Poor Sam Woakes fainted. The silence lingered still for a couple of moments, until Borah looked at Bob. Both similar characters exchanged terrifying stares. By the next instant, screamings and runnings have started wrecking the silence. Not sure who yelled first, but, for sure, one of the two.
"I need your —". the old man's voice seemed to be heard barely amidst the screams. Bob was on a full swing. He ran to the upper balcony, falling thrice on the stairs kicking them, once on the balcony stepping on his own shoelace. He then wrestled an enormous Didkins to the other side. He then tipped on to the bed and toppled across connected beds to find himself dumped in the pink wooden trunk left open aside.
"Attention—" the man exclaimed. A big thud of his staff created a patch on maroon floor. He seemed authoritative now.
"Headmaster Aurelius Flameforge wished to see you" maintained authoritative. "And no delay, keep up". He then, turned back in a rapid move, limped towards the dark oak door of the Dormitory. He paused just before the door and turned back again to look if anyone was coming. Felix and Aramond are the first two he saw.
"Move you, goblinses" he shouted.
"why's he so angry?" murmured Felix.
"I show him my muscle" said Didkins.
"say that fat" joked Woakes.
"Hey you!! U're not goin anywheare leaving me!" chubby Bob came running. He happened to wrestle the enormous Didkins again to sneak into the line, behind Aramond, his new friend.
Once all were ready, one more tap from the scavenger-like wizard's staff made the door to swing open. He then, led the Goblins out of the dormitory.
They had a great look of the enormous Whinging corridor so empty and so silent for the first time. They came out of the room to find themselves as a little spot on a corner of the great Whinging corridor of twelfth floor.
They slowly drifted towards their left as no one spoke. The corridor seemed not so familiar. Though they've been playing here for about a month, they saw the ever talking corridor being silent for the first time.
"I do not hear it speakin'. D'ye ?" asked Bob, quietly.
" it's not speaking now" Aramond said.
"Why is it so cold now here, in afternoon?" Woakes whispered.
"Say it icy, Woakes! Look at the water droplets freezing as they are falling from the ceiling" Said Didkins.
"Be quiet now and keep up!" Said the lumpy wizard.
"look out!— bob!!" yelled Aramond as he saw a couple of sharp ice needles falling off the ceiling .
"look what? Mate?"
Felix hurried himself to reach out for his tiny wand in his cloak and swung it as hard as possible pointing the needles. Though he knew no magic, the needles deflected from their path and crashed themselves on the wall beside. Felix was terrified by the abnormalities.
"No—noise fools, as I say" yelled the wizard.
"and why is everything like this around?" Yelled furious Felix back at the wizard, panting.
There was a couple of moments' silence.
"My boy, look—" his voice wore a cold blanket and softness brought itself on to the tongue. " this castle was now, under the mantrotts charm— I can't tell you more— now " he said.
"the which charm? Said Bob.
"The mantrotts charm." Replied Felix and Aramond simultaneously, looking at the empty air, with pale faces.
"Now, please do stop talking and do follow me" the wizard said.
They followed the wizard quietly to the oak stairs, opening up in the stair hall on the ground floor. the Stair Hall stands as a testament to magical craftsmanship and splendor. The grand oak staircase, imbued with enchantments, spirals upward with an ethereal glow, guiding students and visitors alike through its majestic ascent.
As they moved a little further, they found Each inch of the hall is adorned with intricate runes that shimmer with ancient magic, weaving spells of protection and guidance for those who seek. The hall itself seems to pulse with a subtle energy, a manifestation of the school's rich history and mystical heritage. Enormous tapestries line the walls, depicting scenes of legendary feats and magical triumphs, adding to the aura of wonder and mystique.
The halflings followed the tiny wizard all the way to the Staircase hall. Initially, The hall was empty. Even Small whispers echoed in the great walls. The dome of the hall, as high as 12 floors, seemed to be a portal to the great heavens
"I think you are witty enough to find a way to the Mantral Hall, aren't you halflings? Said the old wizard. He seemed to be in some urgency suddenly.
"No—" tried to say Aramond
"Okay then, careful, boys." He seemed as if he didn't notice Aramond.
"But—Er—Mr?—"
"No more time wasting, I've got a good headache to deal with!" said the wizard holding his head. "make sure nobody knows that I left you here—okay?"
"Sir, we dont—" tried Felix
"Anyways, I am leaving only because you said you knew the route—Right?"
"But we never did!" Didkins yelled.
The wizard, still acting ignorant, made himself invisible, with a whip of his staff. He burnt himself in air and the ashes flied all the room like a thick cloud of smoke and dust.
"I hope it doesn't hurt" said Bob.
"If you are good enough a wizard" said Felix.
Suddenly, they saw a huge herd of people running into the Staircase hall from the door on the left side to Felix.
They were all looking like humans but a few traits can straightaway put them under warewolves. Yes, They are warewolves.
Suddenly they found themselves in shadows of something. something that appeared to be shielding the light from the great ceilings of the stair hall. All of them have looked up at once, they found a massive crowd of goblins running in the air and passing through an invisible door on the opposite side. They're almost two floors high.
" our seniors!" Bob exclaimed. "there are the outgoing seniors, studying in their fifth year at Noxfordium". Said Felix. they saw humans and elves also emerging into the staircase hall and running out. one thing common in all of them is their hurry. they have an invisible tension hidden in their eyes. they are all running for something. they are emerging in from different directions but are converging into same path
"that must be the way for principals chamber." said Bob "they are going to the global hall" said Armand
" Are we supposed to go there?" asked Bob confusingly "maybe—." said Felix.
" would be an interesting idea to follow 'em" said Didkins.
"Do not get caught by a senior werewolf" joked Wood, "or else you will be torn up into something that they call their lunch" he added.
"You are safe then, Wood, because you have nothing in you to be eaten" replied Didkins.
They have all made up their minds to follow them. They moved a little further, and they found themselves crossing paths with a group of glowing, charming elves running. probably the fifth years. The light which was emerging out from them was enormous, and they look like scholars.
" Their life is great", said Aramond.
" We can't be like them", said Wood.
They all stared at them for a moment and goblins have just jumped out of their way.
"Follow them fast" said Felix "before we would lost any of the running folk"
"None of us know the way, do we?" Said Bob. All of them have struggled up onto their feet and began running. Bob was once again seemed limping. He has hurt his left leg while jumping. Felix and Aramond have run up to the door and Bob has not run till the halfway. Felix and Aramond have looked back for Bob and found him in limping state. They shook their heads and ran back to give Bob a hand. They all ran out of the room following the elves.
After jumping out of the door of this stair hall, they found themselves in an enormous corridor. I don't know whether to call it a corridor or not because it is on the ground floor. A veranda can be perfect. They have seen elves already passing the other end of the veranda the Goblins have started running to catch up with the elves.
But Bob found it very difficult to help himself up. He was on the floor again. His leg was paining now.
" We might lose them" said Didkins. For their luck, a kind elf has given a rare look back side, and he saw the goblins struggling to follow them. He, the elf, whipped his wand and levitated Bob effortlessly. Goblins, thinking that the elf knew their problem and was trying to help, started running again, and Bob flying happily in air. They did not have any time to speak further, not among themselves, not with the elves. After a little amount of running and flying through the confusing, Salar-Bunz stairs and charming corridors, balconies, they have reached the elves to the other side of the river, the river which is passing through the heart of Noxfordium.