Novel & Cerita Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets

Chapter Eight NaTHaLie 🌹🌹🌹 My head pounds so painfully, it feels like it's about to fall off as I bolt out of the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Kneeling by the bidet, I grab the bowl like my whole existence depends on it as I start emptying everything in my stomach. After a while, I return to my room swearing never to go near alcohol again. I lay on the bed with a grimace my wandering eyes suddenly landing on a bottle of water and some pills on the bedside table which I quickly grab at the speed of lightening. Mentally thanking whosoever left it there, I swallow the pills, flushing it down with the water.

“Why are you protecting him? You knew what he's been doing, I can't sit back and say nothing. Keep being you.” I needed more people like this. He wasn't very mature, you could still see the amateurity in him but one thing was that he held his head high. “My Prince, he's in his secret chambers. Thered a bookshelf in his room, the book on invisibility is the key. Just push it forward and the door will open. He always hides there when there's a problem.” Exactly what I'd told Borge. Only a stupid person. We hurried back to the room and started searching for the book on invisibility. When we finally found it, I looked at Borge first before pulling it back and waiting for the door to open.

Brows faintly furrowed. One hand tightly clasping hers. The location tag wasn’t our bedroom. It was the private safehouse. The one place he once told me only I was allowed to enter. The place built for protection. For trust. Further down. My new house! He said it’s mine alone—a castle, just for me. The image showed a hillside villa overlooking the coast. White stone. High gates. Private security. A place I’d once admired casually— and been told it was “reserved for family use.”

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

Leonard, still crouched between my legs, had already started to slowly lower his head without asking. "A really big one. It's very scary."

The room suddenly felt smaller. “I don’t want to be brave.” My voice cracked. “I want to stay with you.” Pain flashed across her face. She kissed my forehead theb stood quickly. “I don’t have time.” I scrambled out of bed. “Mama!” She rushed toward an old wooden chest hidden beneath the floorboards. One I wasn’t normally allowed to touch theb she opened it. Inside rested dozens of ancient books and spells and a lot of potions, they were our family magic. Generations of it.

We stopped as Ron looked back and said-" We are here. Are you ready?" I looked at Felix once before nodding my head and heading inside the chamber. Professor Dunston's chamber was full of books and papers. It was a long time since I am coming back here. There was a big seated swivel chair. The desks are full of notes and small glass bottles of magical potions. Also, the room was not much tidy giving us an absolute vibe of an old professor's den. Soon Ron exclaimed in joy-" Found it" Our attention went towards him as we saw he was holding a small key in his right hand, showing it off to us. he said-" Come, We must hurry"

He had long ago guessed that the contents of the folder w rea book, what the book contained, however; he was about to find out. He sucked in a deep, unsteady breath before he flipped open the leather cover. The first thing that appeared was a photograph that he recognised instantly, it was of himself leaning against his beloved red, Ford Granda. The photo was taken three months into their relationship; he went to pick Aria up from court one day; she sneaked the picture while walking towards him leaning against his car. His fists clenched as a myriad of emotions swept through him, the logical part of his brain was screaming at him to toss the book into the fire and never think of it again, bu

He flops on my bed, I notice him move his pinky and thumb, my spellbook makes its way to my bed and Malcom's blue mist disappears. As he goes to the back page, I jump quickly onto the bed, my fingers inches away from grasping the book. He lifts it and an evil smirk makes its way up to his lips. Oh shit. "Aellero.."Speed spell ...I don't know how to break it, I knew I should have gone to Charles during winter break. After a few minutes, I was panting like a dog with my book still moving in the air. I give it up and drink some water, the book falls on his lap, and I give in knowing there's not much to hide either way.

**Viktor** I have spent the past few days researching the oldest prophecies. Perhaps they will hold more pieces of the ancient prophecy. There were once rumors that the ancient prophecy was broken up in to chapters. This has been some puzzle and so far I am not solving it. Today I have to make my way to the safe house. Dez has a keen eye, he may be able to piece this puzzle together. An apartment complex would make a vulnerable safe house, but in fact can be quite clever if one has the connections to fortify it. I have secretly kept friendly with some warlocks. Their magic is old but strong. The complex is modern and high tech as well.