Hermione Granger Chamber Of Secrets Novels & Stories

I saw her lips noiselessly form my name: Celeste. Shit, I thought to myself. If Sabrina got wind of my secret, I wouldn’t be surprised if she blabbed it to the whole school. This whole situation was turning out to be far messier than I ever anticipated. “Let's go,” I told Fiona, my voice barely above a whisper. Shooting Sabrina one last look, I pushed open the door and we quickly made our exit. As soon as we were out on the bustling street, Fiona grabbed my arm and unceremoniously yanked me into a quieter side alley.

“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.

Aziza said shaking her head and walked back to the bed room still chanting “this is unacceptable." And no one knew what was going on ....

The brick shimmered and gradually the bricks faded, revealing a hidden enclave. I entered the hidden chamber, a secret space for me to practice my magic and create new potions and spells. The wall shimmered and closed behind me, I am now enclosed in a protected space, shielded by a cloaking spell. No one can find me here, because this room does not exist. Not to the naked eye or to any locating spell. Unlike my spotless bedroom, this hidden chamber is messy. Spellbooks piled up high on the desk and spilling onto the floor, floor to ceiling shelves filled to the brim with potions and jars of various sizes and abundant magical knick knacks littered whichever space available.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

She opened the door and stopped in her tracks when she noticed the small tray with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin tablets on the floor. 'So that's what the annoying knocking was for.' She thought to herself as she picked up the tray. She looked at her left and her right at the really quiet hallway. There were many wooden doors in the exact same design as hers and besides each door were flower pots with different plants. The doors had numbers in gold. She looked at her door and noted the number fifteen. She deduced from that that she was probably in the servants quarters.

As he spoke, Skylar opened the secret chamber and made a welcoming gesture, "Sect Master Agatha, please." At this moment, without any doubt, Agatha slowly walked in with Veron. The moment the lot entered the secret chamber, both Agatha and Veron's bodies trembled simultaneously. In the center of the large secret chamber, there was a huge pool filled with blood. White bones were piled up in the surrounding corners. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, like that from hell. Not only that, in the blood pool, something rose and fell with a strange light.

The lights around it were dimmer than the others, like even the building didn’t want attention. “This place looks like it has secrets,” Elizabeth whispered. “All buildings have secrets,” I said. “That’s not comforting, Elena.” We stopped at the entrance. The message in my head kept repeating itself. Scholarship review. Mandatory. 8:30 PM. “I’ll be fine,” I said. Elizabeth crossed her arms. “If you’re not back in ten minutes, I’m calling someone.” “Who?” “I don’t know. Security. Batman. Someone.” I smiled a little. “I’ll be quick.”

"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

I bellowed, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. She practically leaped out of her skin, sprinting into the parlor. Her eyes were darting around the floor, panicked. "Are you... are you looking for a rat, sir?" I stared at her, my mouth set in a hard, cold line. It was hilarious, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of a smile. "You are the rat I’m calling." Her face fell, a small pout forming on her lips. "But my name isn't Rat. It’s Clara," she whispered in a tiny, defiant voice.