Harry Potter Chamber Of Secrets Cover の小説・ストーリー

"It's nothing. I just got a shock and accidentally dropped my phone on the ground just now." Charles was still laughing. "Why would you be shocked? It's not like you're the one… Wait, Mr. Cocksworth, don't tell me you've done something similar before." I didn't dare to answer his question. Instead, I just laughed sheepishly. Charles didn't dwell on the topic any longer. He said that he had secretly installed a camera in Sabrina's room and finally caught the man in the video. However, the man's back had been to the camera, so he still didn't know who it was.

Behind the panel was a small space, just big enough to hide something. Inside was a single book. It didn’t look like any of the other books in the library. Its cover was dark, almost black, and made of old leather that looked like cracked bark from a tree. The corners were worn down, and it had no title. Just a symbol. A silver moon. It shimmered faintly, even though the light in the library was dim.

The cover was cracked black leather, the crescent moon emblem etched deep like it had been carved with frozen blood. “Volume Seven,” he said, locking eyes with me. “It’s only opened when the signs of the curse begin to stir.” He placed the book in front of me, then exhaled. “This is the legacy we’ve kept hidden. Not to shield you from the truth, but from a burden you might not have been ready to carry.” I stared at the faded emblem. My hand trembled as I reached for the cover. Before I could touch it, the air in the room shifted. No wind. No sound. But something changed—like the old walls of this house were bracing for something unseen to step through.

His presence was tense, as if he was waiting for something to move in the shadows. “Black magic,” he murmured, reaching for a book with gold-edged pages. The cover had a strange sigil, one that pulsed faintly under the dim lighting. I frowned. “This place… it doesn’t feel right.” It wasn’t just the books. There were jars placed on a nearby table—each containing murky liquids and unidentifiable objects floating within. Some looked like dried-up hearts, others like small, shriveled hands. I swallowed hard. Hades exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than I expected.”

It didn't have any name or address on it, just a room number that was written quickly on the front. Inside: a single line on a slip of cream paper. “11:45 PM. Rue Helvetia 17. Come alone. Use the card.” He squeezed the note until it was rumpled and then tossed it into the fireplace. — Zurich – Rue Helvetia, 11:43 PM The building appeared to be an abandoned house, with its gray stone walls looking dull and covered with overgrown green ivy. There was an old brass sign on the front that had been worn down so much that it was almost impossible to read the content anymore, leaving it's original message a mystery.

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

the voice said, “what the company doesn’t want you to have. A recording. A private conversation. A promise.” My heart tried to sprint. I held it down with breath. The camera zoomed on the envelope. A wax seal was stamped on it—gold and ornate—with two letters pressed into the center. HS. For a split second, my skin went ice. Not because it was our cover monogram. That was coincidence. Because the seal was too perfect. Too staged. A prop designed to look like destiny. The voice continued, careful and triumphant. “Tonight, we will play a clip that proves intent. Not rumor. Not speculation. Intent.”

Seraphina closed the bedroom door and leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady her breathing. The room smelled like old wood and faint lavender from the dried flowers someone had left on the dresser years ago. Rain hammered against the window, and every few seconds, thunder rolled across the lake like a warning.