Chapter 509: Testing

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[Few Day Later]

[Unique FX Studio | Testing Center]

Inside the testing studio of Unique FX sat three heavy, custom-built computer stations arranged in a broad crescent.

Behind the center terminal sat Henry Cavill, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees, his eyes fixed on the massive curved monitor with borderline predatory focus of a veteran raid leader.

To his left, Keanu Reeves was slouched deep into a mesh chair, holding a wireless controller.

On the right, Regal Seraphsail sat watching a trio of high-frame-rate telemetry graphs scroll across a secondary monitor.

"Let the record state." Henry said, not taking his eyes off the display. "that I saved you from destroying a four-hundred-dollar Skylake processor. Had I not intervened, you and Keanu would have bent the pins on that LGA socket and ruined the entire build before we even powered it on."

"It was not that big of a mistake." Regal replied. "And you received your payment."

"Payment?" Keanu laughed softly, shaking his head. "Henry demanded blood equity, man."

"A fair trade." Henry declared with moral righteousness. "I helped you in building your PC. In return, I get first-contact access to test your game."

Across the room, standing beside a desk covered in debug logs, Pete and David exchanged weary smiles.

As the heads of the interactive division, they had spent three years guarding this development sandbox like a sovereign state secret.

When Regal had officially greenlit the project in September 2013, the roadmap had been locked to a three-year calendar.

One hundred and fifty-six weeks, a hundred and eighty million dollars, and an unprecedented dual mode architecture designed to bridge the gap between AAA survival horror and an open world social simulation.

Now, three years and four months into that monumental march, the finish line was finally in sight.

"For the record." Pete cleared his throat, tapping a digital tablet. "-we are officially running Build 0.8.4, the late-stage Closed Beta integration build. The game was initially slated for a late 2016 theatrical tie-in window, but Regal gave us an extra six months of runway to polish the multi-instance server netcode and normalize the lighting passes on older hardware profiles....

"So worldwide commercial release is locked for June this year."

"...which means, I am one of the lucky guys to play the game before five months of its release." Henry murmured reverently.

Keanu tilted his head, studying the loading screen where the title was carved into weathered, moss-grown stone:

[PHILOSOPHER’S CURSE: THE HOGWARTS EXPERIENCE]

"No music?" Keanu observed softly.

David shook his head. "We’re leaving the soundtrack out of this build for now. Music can be integrated and adjusted separately without affecting most of the core gameplay systems. More importantly, without it playing in the background, we can catch audio glitches, animation errors, and other bugs that might otherwise go unnoticed."

"Ah." Keanu nodded, looking back at the screen. "That actually makes sense."

"I want to check the settings first." Henry announced.

His fingers were already moving across the mouse as he opened the advanced graphics menu, his attention narrowing to the list of options.

He scanned the available settings with the enthusiasm of a man who had been given a new machine and intended to push every component to its limits.

"Field-of-view slider, up to one hundred and five. Uncapped frame rate. Motion blur disabled. Ambient occlusion set to HBAO+. Subsurface scattering enabled. V-Sync off..."

He leaned closer to the monitor, watching the performance overlay update as he moved between menus.

"God, this thing is running beautifully. The optimization on this Pascal GPU is silky. We’re holding a steady one hundred and twenty frames per second at fourteen-forty-p."

Regal glanced at the telemetry graphs on his secondary monitor, checking the frame time consistency rather than merely the headline number.

"Don’t celebrate yet." he said. "You’ve barely left the settings menu."

Henry grinned without looking away from the screen. "Then I suppose we would better see what happens when I actually start playing."

"I understood roughly four of those words," Keanu remarked dryly, nudging the thumbstick on his controller. "So, an important question... Does the wand shoot straight?"

Henry slowly turned to look at him, wearing an expression of dignified horror.

"You don’t just shoot straight in a proper RPG, Keanu. If your frame rate drops in the middle of an active hex reversal, you will miss the counter, take the full hit, and end up watching your character die before you can even react."

Keanu blinked at him. "Sounded like a lot of words to explain why the wand might not shoot straight."

Regal chuckled, resting his hands on his keyboard. "All right, gentlemen, enough arguing about imaginary wands. Log in. We will start with Free Roam to test the server mesh, check how the instances handle multiple players, and see whether everything stays synchronized. Once we’ve got that covered, we will move into Story Mode for the real stress test."

Henry turned back to the monitor, his grin returning as the login screen appeared.

"Finally. Now we’re getting somewhere."

....

The transition from the title menu into the server instance was seamless.

The screen bloomed outward from black into the golden, dust-mote haze of the Great Hall at midday.

Overhead, the enchanted ceiling mirrored a crisp autumn sky, complete with drifting cirrus clouds and floating candles that cast shadows across four massive oak banquet tables.

Around them, dozens of NPC students were eating, talking, and even practicing levitation charms.

Henry let out a low whistle. "Okay, this is cool."

He leaned closer to the monitor, watching as a group of students passed beneath the floating candles without so much as a glance upward.

One of them turned to greet a friend, their conversation continuing naturally as they walked around a house-elf carrying a tray of dishes.

"The details are the real deal. Not just standing around waiting for the player to walk past."

"Most of them have schedules, routines, and contextual dialogue," Pete explained from the observation terminal. "Their behavior changes depending on the time of day, their location, and certain events in the environment. We’re still tuning the background simulation, but the Great Hall is one of the more complete areas."

"Pick your house, Henry." Regal said, opening the character customizer.

Henry didn’t hesitate for half a second. He clicked the emerald crest. "Slytherin."

"Of course you’re a snake." Keanu smirked, his thumb spinning the customization wheel. "I will take Ravenclaw."

"I am surprised you didn’t pick Gryffindor." Henry said, adjusting his avatar’s appearance.

"Why would I do that?"

"Heroics. Courage. Reckless disregard for personal safety."

Keanu gave him a sidelong look. "I can get that from working with you."

Regal chuckled as he glanced down at his own screen.

Unlike the other two, he wasn’t given access to the full character creator.

His interface displayed a locked testing profile instead.

—-----—

[THOMAS GARRETT]

House: Hufflepuff

Year: Seventh

Profile: Default Playtest Character

—-----—

"I am locked to the default profile for this run." Regal explained. "Thomas Garrett. Seventh-year Hufflepuff. The everyman."

For forty minutes, the trio stress tested the Free Roam sandbox.

Henry immediately attempted to break the collision geometry.

He sprinted his character into every corner of the Grand Staircase, deliberately timing his jumps as the stone steps rotated mid-air, trying to wedge his avatar between the banisters.

"Solid." Henry murmured, making a mental note. "The character doesn’t clip through the riser meshes. Mantling feels weighty, too. There’s actual resistance to the movement. It’s not that floaty, weightless jumping you get in some open-world games. You can feel the boots gripping the stone."

Keanu, meanwhile, had found a broomstick rack outside the clock tower courtyard. He mounted a clean, ash-wood Nimbus and pushed forward on the analog stick.

The camera pulled back captured the whistling rush of mountain air whipping through his robes.

Keanu banked hard to the left, diving toward the Quidditch pitch, skimming six inches above the manicured turf before pulling up into a vertical climb that carried him over the astronomy tower.

"Man..." Keanu murmured, his eyes reflecting the blue sky on the monitor. "I feel like I am the one really using the magic."

Pete noted from the observation terminal. "That’s what we were aiming for. We spent three months working on the flight model."

"It shows." Henry agreed, before pausing and squinting at a distant archway.

Henry, who had finally abandoned his attempts to invade the Grand Staircase, glanced over at Keanu’s screen.

"Can you dive straight down and pull out at the last second?"

"Probably."

"Try it."

Keanu looked at him.

"You want me to test the flight controls or kill a virtual student?"

"It’s a controlled environment."

"That’s what people say right before something goes wrong."

Despite the remark, Keanu guided his avatar into a shallow dive, then pulled up before reaching the ground.

The broom responded smoothly, carrying him into another climb without any abrupt animation changes.

Henry nodded approvingly before returning to his own screen.

"Flight looks good."

He had barely resumed exploring when something caught his eye. He stopped near a distant archway and narrowed his eyes at the monitor.

"Hold on. Pete, can you pull up the exterior lighting telemetry?"

Pete looked over. "What have you found?"

"At the shadow rendering on the viaduct buttresses. Watch what happens when the camera moves past that western ridge."

Henry nudged the camera to the side. Across the stone supports, the shadows shifted with the changing angle of the simulated sunlight.

At one particular angle, a thin section of shadow appeared to jump across the masonry before settling into place.

"There." Henry said. "The shadow splits across the tessellation, and there’s a little stutter when the transition happens. It’s subtle, but once you notice it, you can’t unsee it."

David immediately turned toward his workstation and brought up the relevant rendering diagnostics.

"Got it. The shadow cascade is switching too abruptly on that exterior pass. I will log it for the next build and check the bias adjustment against the draw calls."

Henry leaned back, crossing his arms with smug satisfaction. "I told you. I earn my keep."

"Enough sightseeing." Regal said, clicking his interface. "Switch instances."

....

The Great Hall vanished.

The vibrant golden lighting and pleasant murmur of laughing students were snuffed out like a pinched candle.

The three monitors went pitch black, save for a flickering patch of pale luminescence cast by the tip of a wooden wand.

[STORY MODE: ACT II – THE SILENT BELLS]

A chilling, low-frequency drone vibrated through their headsets.

The camera was locked behind Thomas Garrett, standing in the middle of the third floor corridor at three o’clock in the morning.

But the corridor was wrong.

The stone walls were weeping with black, oily condensation.

The portraits along the walls weren’t moving or speaking, and their frames were empty, the canvas slashed from the inside out, hanging in ragged strips.

"Jesus." Keanu muttered, his posture instantly straightening. "The lighting changed completely. It doesn’t even feel like the same engine."

Henry tested the controls, his character creeping forward in a low crouch.

On the bottom left corner of the HUD, there were no sprawling health bars, without mini maps, or glowing quest compasses.

There was only a faint, circular silver icon containing three stylized feather runes.

"What is this gauge?" Henry asked, his voice dropping instinctively, as if speaking too loudly might alert whatever was stalking the corridor.

"That is your Patronus tether." Regal said. "Three charges per narrative cycle. You won’t get any potion refills, or resting at campfires will restore it. You use one, and you have two left. You use all three, and you are defenseless against whatever comes."

"Only three?" Henry turned his head, staring at Regal in disbelief.

"Scarcity breeds terror, Henry." Regal replied calmly. "If you have fifty charges, a Dementor is an enemy to be farmed for experience points. When you only have three, a Dementor is a crisis."

As if summoned by the words, the temperature in the virtual corridor plummeted.

Frost spread rapidly across the edges of the screen, jagged white crystals crawling over the stone masonry.

The faint light of the Lumos charm began to sputter, turning a dying indigo.

At the far end of the corridor, drifting three feet above the frost-covered floor, a towering silhouette emerged from the gloom.

Its ragged black cloak undulated like spilled ink in water, rot-gray hands protruding from the sleeves, fingers twitching as it tasted the air.

"Contact." Henry whispered, his knuckles whitening on his mouse. "Target at thirty meters. Casting Expecto Patronum–"

"Wait, Henry, don’t–" Regal warned.

Henry slammed his thumb down on the side macro button.

A blinding burst of pure silver light erupted from his avatar’s wand, coalescing into the spectral shape of an armored stag.

The Dementor shrieked, its spectral robes shredding as it was hurled backward into the darkness, vanishing into a collapsed masonry archway.

On Henry’s HUD, one of the three silver feathers shattered into gray ash.

"Brilliant!" Henry grinned, heart pumping. "Back to the shadow with you, foul beast!"

"Now look behind you." Regal said quietly.

Henry swung the mouse around.

At the other end of the corridor, drawn by the flash, stood two more Dementors. And behind them, crawling along the ceiling beams on all fours was a mutated Red Cap.

Henry’s grin evaporated instantly. "Oh... bollocks."

"Did the sound attract them?" Keanu murmured, his controller vibrating in his palms.

"Run!" Henry hissed, his fingers hitting the shift key.

What followed was twenty minutes of survival.

Henry’s character fled down twisting, labyrinthine corridors, slamming doors and throwing latches, only to find the castle’s architecture shifting beneath his feet.

The moving staircases had locked into disconnected, vertical towers, cutting off the escape route to the hospital wing.

When Henry backed into a dead-end storage closet, his character was shivering violently, the edges of the screen graying out with psychological trauma as his second Patronus charge flickered out.

He had to physically hold down a button to stabilize Thomas’s breathing, watching the character’s exhalations.

Beside him, Keanu was completely mesmerized.

....

By 1:30 AM, the testing session had shifted into the third-floor dungeon.

A cooperative puzzle instance where Regal, Keanu, and Henry were forced to navigate a sunken Slytherin vault that required simultaneous spellcasting to manipulate water levels and counter-curse ancient wards.

"Henry, freeze that aqueduct!" Keanu barked, leaning forward as his character channeled a continuous levitation charm on a collapsing portcullis. "The water pressure is tripping the curse runes! Hold it for five seconds!"

"My character is completely spent on his magic reserves, Keanu!" Henry shouted back, tapping his potion shortcut. "I drank the Wiggenweld! My cooldown has three seconds left! Hold the gate!"

"The gate is heavy for my character, man!" Keanu laughed loudly, the veins on his neck tightening as his avatar’s stamina bar flashed red. "It’s slipping!"

Regal stepped into the center of the chamber, his wand snapping upward in a sharp, crisp flick.

CRACK.

A concussive blast of red sparks shattered the anchor chain, dropping a counterweight that locked the portcullis into the floor.

The water receded, the puzzle solved, and the stone vault doors swung slowly open to reveal the glowing chest within.

The three men slumped back into their chairs simultaneously.

On the diagnostic terminal, Pete closed the testing manifest, looking over at David with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"There were memory leaks." Pete reported, his voice filled with triumphant vindication. "The server held three concurrent high load instances without dropping below ninety frames per second. Netcode ping remained flat under twelve milliseconds."

Henry slowly took off his headset, setting it carefully on the desk. He sat in silence for a moment, running both hands through his hair, staring at the monitor.

"Regal..." Henry said softly, turning his head. The playful, bantering tone was completely gone, replaced by the admiration of a true gamer. "I have played fantasy RPGs since I was twelve years old. I have sunk thousands of hours into everything from the old dungeon crawlers to the biggest modern role-playing games.

"What you and your team have built here isn’t some cheap promotional tie-in designed to squeeze a few extra pounds out of movie fans."

Henry paused, searching for the right words.

"This is more than just a good game, Regal. And for Harry Potter fans in particular..." He shook his head, a faint smile spreading across his face. "This is going to be an absolute feast."

Keanu set his controller down on the desk, nodding in slow, deliberate agreement. "Couldn’t agree any less."

Regal looked at the screen, where the three student avatars stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the dungeon, their robes torn, their wands resting at their sides.

A contented smile touched his lips.

"The work isn’t done yet." Regal said, standing up and stretching his arms.

He turned toward Pete and David, who were still examining the captured telemetry and adding Henry’s findings to their list of issues.

"And the credit belongs to them, not me. Pete and David have been leading the work that made this possible. I have had the privilege of giving them the resources and time to build the game properly. They’re the ones who’ve done the heavy lifting."

Pete looked up from his terminal, visibly caught off guard by the praise.

David, meanwhile, gave a small shake of his head, though he couldn’t quite suppress his smile.

"There’s still a lot left to do." Pete said. "Ask us again after we’ve survived the next round of testing."

Henry chuckled. "Fine. I will reserve my final judgment until then."

He turned back to his monitor, reaching for the controller again.

"But for what it’s worth, I am already looking forward to playing the finished version."

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[To be continued...]

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