The keeper of the legacy appeared beside him. "The torrent of legacy is now yours to command, Harry. Use it well, and remember - the true power of Hogwarts lies not in magic, but in the bonds of friendship and the courage to do what is right."
With a thrill of excitement, Harry set off towards the old tournament arena. As he entered the circle, the whispering stopped, and the air was silent.
Just then, a faint whispering seemed to carry on the wind. "The torrent of legacy..." Harry spun around, wondering if anyone else had heard it, but there was no one in sight.