Hermione Chamber Of Secrets นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Seriously? That’s what I’ve been saying for months, Buppig!” When that which is sealed Becomes unsealed “Okay, let’s talk about this part again. Are you sure there are no secret passageways in the castle. No Chamber of Secrets?” I ask, tongue in cheek. “What? No, I told you there are not secret passageways or any secret chambers.” “Sorry, Cayd always watches human movies, he…. never mind. Anyway, are you sure there are no secret doors or anything like that in the castle? I mean, it is a castle, they are known for this sort of thing.”

She took hold of one of the plates in the strainer and flung it against the wall before taking off, not even sparing a glance back at Rehida. She was sure someone, if not the woman herself would storm after her, but no one did. She spotted a cracked door and carelessly threw herself inside, slamming it and locking it behind her. She stayed there breathing hard, listening for footsteps, there was only silence. She let out a deep breath her attention shifting to the room. It looked like an office? kind of anyways. Directly Infront of her was a huge window, black curtains blocking the view outside, and Infront of that a massive cherry wood desk with a wheelie chair big enough for a rhino positi

“Seriously? That’s what I’ve been saying for months, Buppig!” When that which is sealed Becomes unsealed “Okay, let’s talk about this part again. Are you sure there are no secret passageways in the castle. No Chamber of Secrets?” I ask, tongue in cheek. “What? No, I told you there are not secret passageways or any secret chambers.” “Sorry, Cayd always watches human movies, he…. never mind. Anyway, are you sure there are no secret doors or anything like that in the castle? I mean, it is a castle, they are known for this sort of thing.”

"I meant a watch. Or a painting. Or a car. Not a dark box where I have to solve riddles for teenagers while being chased by a guy in a rubber mask." "It’s my birthday," I whine, pouting just enough to be annoying. "And you promised. Are you a man of your word or just a bitch in the clothing of a man of his word but not actually a man of his word? " He groans, rubbing his temples, but I can see the white flag being raised. "I'm not even going to–you know what? Fine, anything is anything." "Ha! Yes!" Thirty minutes later, we’re standing in the lobby of The Chamber of Secrets (not the Harry Potter kind, the "we might actually die in here" kind). We’ve been paired with four other people to fill

The air reeked of rot, herbs, and something foul that made my stomach twist. “This…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “This is it. Selena’s secret chamber.” Lyra nodded, her face pale but determined. We stepped deeper into the room. Strange objects lined the shelves—bones, jars filled with red liquid, and old scrolls covered in ancient writing. In the center of the room stood an altar made of black stone, smeared with dried crimson. My throat tightened. I could almost hear faint whispers in the air, as if the walls themselves remembered the screams of whoever had been here last.

Entering the Hidden Chamber The Enchanted Realm stood in tranquil majesty, its vibrant beauty a stark contrast to the hidden chamber that lay concealed within its depths. The heroes, Elysia, Valen, Elara, and Kael, stood before the entrance, a mixture of excitement and trepidation in their eyes. This was a moment they had been building towards, a pivotal step on their journey to uncover the ancient artifacts that held the key to their mission's success.

a female voice says out of nowhere, pulling me into a hug. "Umm... hi" I chuckle slowly and unsurely "I'm Royale, Charles' little sister. I've heard sooooo much about you. Trust me when I say that Charles can't shut up about you" she says and that causes me to blush "Only good things he says I hope" "From his never ending speeches on Elizabeth Harding, I can write in ten paragraphs how amazing you are" Sweet. "Okay Royale, that's enough." Charles rolls his eyes "You and I should go shopping sometime, there are some great childhood stories you would love to hear" she giggles

Those green eyes locked onto her instantly, hungry and merciless. Selly perched on the edge of the bed, fingers clenched so tightly in the white sheets that her knuckles went bloodless. Her breathing came shallow and fast. She was still in the same maroon dress—crumpled now, carrying the faint scent of wine and sweat. “Prof… please,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “Cedric’s upstairs. Helena too. If they hear…” A thin smile curved his mouth as he stepped deeper into the room. He wasn’t in a hurry. His stride was slow, deliberate—the gait of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere left to run.

She had a mental breakdown and roared like something that was between human and animal. Gilbert and I left the hall. "That's the revenge done. Now, tell me about Gillian."

“The service will start soon.” I nodded, grateful for the distraction. “Come, my daughter,” Alpha Black said, “You can sit with me.” He began guiding me toward the event hall. Nick fell easily into step beside us. But then, something hit me. A sweet, unmistakable scent. It got stronger the closer we got. I felt my throat begin to tighten. And then I took two steps into the hall and immediately froze. There were lilies absolutely everywhere. At the front stage area. At the end of every row.