Dobby In The Chamber Of Secrets の小説・ストーリー

Maria caught the scent of a mossy redolence and a sweet perfume perfused as the sea wind passed through the overhanging wild white jasmines at the entrance of the secret chamber and brushed its mossy walls and up the slippery, mossy staircase as she made a step from the dim into the luminous cavern kitchen. Maria had followed one of the swollen fingers which she had believed had gone ahead of her. She had climbed the staircase and had stood in front of the trapdoor. The kip had been pushed aside to make a way of the trapdoor that opens to the secret chamber downstairs. The awkward girl wondered where the witch’s lookout went. She was startled when something pulled her lengthy, red gingha

Elika jumped when the thundering clang of the basement door barrelled down into the underground chamber, her heart thumping against her ribcage as her fear rose; reaching dangerous limits. She cowered back against the wall as the recognisable mechanical white eyes shot through the darkness, the lifeless vessels turning towards her. The owner, someone who drove terror into her heart, the beastly immortal that ripped her away from everything she knew; trapping the princess within his clutches. Darkous. Pulling her knees towards the chest, Elika hid her face as the dark lord strolled towards her, carefully adjusting his hat.

Looking at the books, he pulled the spine of a bright red book, opening a new door to a hidden room. As he snuck in, he was welcome to a large dark room, filled with spells written on the wall. He didn’t stop until he found the large golden bowl placed in the middle of the room. Albert follow behind him, not knowing the appearance of a bat that settled behind the two, watching their actions intently with its red eyes.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

I fought the restraints with everything I had, but even though they felt soft, they were impossible to break out of. "Hello? Anyone here? Helen said I could stop by today to pay." Clarissa's footsteps moved closer. Judging by the sound, she was only a few steps away now. In a rush of panic, I spotted a sheet beside me. I grabbed it with my teeth, yanked it over my face, and froze completely still. "Huh? Is this a new doll?" My heart shot straight into my throat. The next second, I felt a pair of warm, soft hands land on my thigh.

And in the center of the room— stood a chair. Not an ordinary chair. A restraint chair. Leather straps still attached. Elena stared at it in horror. The whispers grew louder now. “He cried for his mother here.” Twelve-year-old Roberto. Alone underground. Trapped with souls. The image hit so hard Elena nearly felt sick. Then suddenly— a voice echoed quietly behind her. “You shouldn’t be here.” Elena spun around sharply. Roberto stood near the entrance of the chamber. Completely still. His expression unreadable.

Damien scrubbed a hand over his face slowly. “And whoever created the tether made him unstoppable.” “No,” I corrected him. “Whoever created him made him unstoppable.” I walked ahead, leaving them stunned and silent. We climbed the stairs to our chamber. Every step felt like carrying a lifetime on my shoulders. I opened the drawer beneath the bed and took out Draco’s journal. The leather was old and deceptively plain. No sigil. No lock. Just the faint smell of iron and herbs soaked into the pages. Silas looked at it with visible disgust.

“Explain, please… I’m confused,” I sighed. Dee stood, walked to the door, cracked it open to peer outside, then quietly shut it again. Her irises turned a misty white. “Aza Demos Debuf,” she whispered. The spell rippled through the room like a wave. I felt it crawl beneath my skin—the air grew heavy, sound vanished. The chamber was sealed. Dee’s eyes faded back to normal as she returned to sit beside me. “The book,” she began slowly. “It was said to have been burned and destroyed centuries ago—but it chose its own fate.”

“Weak spellcasters. They read two lines of an ancient grimoire and think they’re archmages. Embarrassing.” Her smugness drew a chuckle from me. “You haven’t changed.” “And you still attract problems,” she replied lightly. “We make quite the pair, my Lord.” I eyerolled. We reached a heavy iron door. The scent of decay hung behind it. The air carried the scent of a body that had been stilled too long. Kaela murmured a few low words, and the lock melted with a hiss. Inside, the chamber was dim and cold. Torches flickered weakly on stone walls lined with talismans. On a marble slab lay Alpha Dylen Varyn’s real body.