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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"

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

I switched my mind to the searching alert and went through so many books, the document which was kept inside the locker, fortunately, which was open this time. After the few exhausting hours of hunting through so many books, my eyes landed on the particular place where I spotted a book, which looked like a diary. Cautiously, I turned the first page and four fancy block letters caught my soul that strengthened my sore body. ~~~~HEIL~~~~ "Finally!" I kissed the book and dived a fancy step inside my mind. Blake was right when he said Dr. Volts kept a document regarding Heil and his parent's details in this building. At first, I didn't believe him but now... He was fu*king true all the time.

His heartbeat could be heard by someone standing close to him. He gathered courage to pick the phone and check the number but it had disappeared. He had no clue about who it could be He turned slowly, eyes sweeping the room. He looked around the living room in fear. The silence englobed him. He felt something was off somewhere. Just when he wanted to head back to his room, the door clicked. Someone opened the door.

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

Room 8 was at the very end. I took a deep breath, the air burning my lungs. The door handle was cold under my trembling hand. I pushed it open. The room was shrouded in shadow, save for a single candle flickering on a small table. A tall, broad-shouldered man sat in a chair with his back to me. A wave of dread, as thick as the air itself, washed over me. "You came," he said, his voice a low, familiar growl. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I froze in the doorway, my body a statue of sheer terror. The voice was a ghost from a past I didn't remember.

“Someone’s playing with us again.” But deep down, she knew it wasn’t someone. It was something. The Dorm had never stopped watching. And now, it wanted them all back in the game. As the lights finally went out completely, the last thing Lola saw was a flash a small red glow at the far corner of the hall, blinking in rhythm like a heartbeat. A recording device. Or worse a signal. The darkness swallowed everything. And the Dorm Room Secrets began again.

We reached the base of the spire just as the moon broke through the clouds. And there she was. Headmistress Morwen. She stood at the center of the summoning circle, her silver-streaked hair lifted by the wind, She carried the Obsidian box in her hands. The Key to the Shadow Vault. The one thing that could unleash the Hollow Army, an army of cursed souls bound to the will of its master. Harry stepped from the darkness. His presence warped the air, bending light and shadow. His silver eyes burned, not with triumph, but with something darker.

What could he possibly want from me? The clatter of my shoes against the floor guided me to an empty lecture hall. I fumbled with the door, my shaking hands finding the handle just as I heard his footsteps drawing near. Once inside, I hurried to the other side of the room, hoping to find another exit. But there was none. The back end of the lecture hall was just one flat wall. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, whirling around as my breath became ragged beneath my mask. “Not even a fire exit? This can’t be legal.”

She took the stairs down and paused by the door of the main chamber when she heard Connery’s voice within. “I will need some things,” Connery said in an echo of her own thoughts. “And a workspace where I won’t be interrupted. You know how sensitive the ingredients are Harry.” “Oh, believe me, I was sweating the entire time I was distributing those nasty little pouches around that high school, but the explosion was marvellous,” Harry replied. “There’s a bunch of witches in the other warehouse who should be able to assist you. And Meguitte, of course. She might have some tricks of her own.”