Hours melted. Days. He flew over the Forbidden Forest at dawn, the Highwing hippogriff’s feathers warm beneath him. He solved Aranshire’s butterfly puzzle, unlocked the door to the Azkaban cell, and for a terrible, glorious moment, cast Avada Kedavra —only to reload a save. He wasn't that wizard.
The DLCs appeared as gifts: a dark arts cosmetic set that made his robe billow menacingly; a thestral mount that nuzzled his hand before unfurling skeletal wings; the Felix Felicis potion recipe that glittered gold in his inventory. He didn't use it. He wanted to earn every spell. Hogwarts Legacy -ENG MULTi14- -1117238 14 DLC...
The opening carriage ride felt sacred. As his character—a scruffy fifth-year with his own tired eyes—stepped into the flickering torchlight of the Gringotts cart, Leo forgot the pizza box on his desk, the unpaid electric bill, the city sirens outside. Hours melted