With a flick of his wand, Harry Pott er found himself standing in front of the grand gates of the king's pal ace. The iron gates loomed before him, covered in intricate carvings of dragons and griffins.

As he approached, the gates swun g open with a creak, revealing a lo ng, cobblestone pathway leading t o the magnificent castle looming i n the distance. The sky was dark, and a cold mist hung in the air, ad ding to the eerie atmosphere.
Harry couldn't help but feel a sens e of foreboding as he walked alon g the pathway, the sound of his fo otsteps echoing through the empt y courtyard. As he reached the to wering doors of the castle, he hesi tated for a moment before pushin g them open.

The entrance hall was vast and di mly lit, candles flickering along th e walls casting shadows that dan ced in the darkness. Harry could h ear the faint sound of music drifti ng through the air, haunting and m elodic.