Archive from 1899: a visit of Mr. Peverell(10)
“It’s your dungeon, you decide! Or maybe try not to be funny again.” Aberforth almost lost the faith of discovering a sensible way to recover his instrument in this chaotic… library.
“All right, I’ll consult my notes. Perhaps I’ve already written down.” Gellert said.
While the three warlocks were arguing in vain, Douglas had already completed the first round. It sprang from the desk to the stool, nearly bump its head on several potion bottles.
The bulk of volumes covered with thick dust were recognized as documentation of wizard’s history. They almost looked the same, names on the cover fainted, and must be searched page for page. Aberforth surrounded himself with three stacks of publications, worked in an inefficient und unorganized way. He had picked up the same book for three times.
“All right, I’ll consult my notes. Perhaps I’ve already written down.” Gellert said.
While the three warlocks were arguing in vain, Douglas had already completed the first round. It sprang from the desk to the stool, nearly bump its head on several potion bottles.
The bulk of volumes covered with thick dust were recognized as documentation of wizard’s history. They almost looked the same, names on the cover fainted, and must be searched page for page. Aberforth surrounded himself with three stacks of publications, worked in an inefficient und unorganized way. He had picked up the same book for three times.
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