Hermione Granger Chamber Of Secrets Novels & Stories

"I asked. "Yes, because he is not obedient enough!"Hagrid's normal speed of speech surprised me a little, so I continued to ask. "The antidote is in her room, right?" "I, I don't know."Hagrid stammered again, "But she always hides everything in her room!"" "Can you help me find the antidote?" Hagrid frowned, "Take off, take off your clothes!"" Damn it, this idiot still remembers the rules of the game.But I was not stupid enough to take off my clothes directly.I slowly moved my foot from Hagrid's shoulder to the middle of his chest, and I deliberately used my heel to gently draw circles on his chest to tease him.

The very place that worshipped the goddess and condemned those with magic was the very place where my magic was the strongest. In the high priest's office was a bookshelf. The sixth book in on the sixth shelf from the floor triggered the wall to turn. Behind it was a stone staircase going down in a slow spiral. Thank goodness I was a Lycan, otherwise, it would be hard to make it down the steps in the purest form of darkness. Once inside, it was like the room knew that you were magical, and light illuminated like the sun, though you were hundreds of feet beneath the ground. Plants grew wildly green, and despite the darkness, thrived down there. There was a large shrine with a black wolf howli

“She was killed in front of your chamber and your chamber seemed to be the thief's main destination.” The words landed harder than expected and Xavier’s hand froze mid-gesture. He had thought at first that it was just some miscreants who thought his absence was an opportunity to steal food or expensive items. His chamber was a serious cause for alarm because that was where his secret magic room was. He had concealed it with a great deal of spells and enchantments, he refused to believe anyone could get past it. No one even knew of its existence except him. Elliot watched him closely. “The room was ransacked and shelves overturned. There was nowhere left untouched. Whoever it was had somethin

It had another electronic keycard reader and, once again, a green light signaling that the door has been unlocked. The door hissed open…and he froze. Inside the central chamber was a sleek table, monitors, and a single chair. Sitting in it— Aiden. But not his Aiden. This Aiden’s eyes were vacant. His expression, emotionless. His wrists were cuffed lightly to the chair—not restrained, but contained. “Aiden?” Julian whispered. The boy blinked. No recognition. Before Julian could move, a voice crackled through the overhead speaker. “You came,” Crane’s voice said. “I admit, I wasn’t sure you would.”

Sorcerer 1 (broken): “Three pieces… in the Hollow Choir’s vault beneath the Medical Arts Building. Two sealed in the blood of the last Strigoi King—Romania. Four hidden inside living hearts—your classmates. The final four…” He laughs through tears. “She kept those herself. You’ll have to cut them out of her chest.” I don’t flinch. Celeste: “Names of the four students.” He gives them. Two I barely know. Two I do. One is Remy’s little cousin, Lila. One is Seras’s robotics partner, Juno. The room goes very still. Remy’s growl is low enough to rattle bones.

I closed the notebook with intent, a self-satisfied, optimistic flip of the cover. The library. Just like Hermione Granger, thwarting the evildoers via stacks of old books and possibly a little magic. Of course, I didn’t have Hermione’s good looks, or a Time Turner, but I’d have to make do. Before I crashed out, I tiptoed out of my room to take a piss and maybe brush my teeth after all.

With a sigh, I follow perfect Clarrisa. We exit the office into a glass-lined corridor, Clarrisas heels click loudly on the cream marble floor. Everything feels too bright and shiny. I'd hate to be the cleaner here, there must be a whole army of cleaners to keep all the glass and marble clean. Clarrisa leads me to an elevator and I let an audible breath as I remember my last elevator ride before I was kidnapped by a sexy, rude, jerk of a… wizard? Then I snort laugh as I think about what is happening. I'm in freaking Hogwarts, and that makes Mr Collins Professor Dumbledore. Clarrisa gives me a disapproving side-eye. “Sorry, it's been a wild day,” I explain.

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.

We stopped at a door near the maid's quarters. What are we doing here? He took something out of his pocket—a key? I suddenly felt nervous! Oh no, don't tell me... Oh geez, Eunice, stop overthinking! But why here? Why is there a room here? Even if we're getting married, I don't want to do that thing! When he opened the door, he pulled me inside and let go of my hand. I closed my eyes tightly in fear. Geez, what are we going to do here?

The man’s eyes widened, realising his mistake, he quickly typed her name into the computer. “East Wing, third floor, Room 306.” He answered casting a hesitant glance between Deagan and the computer screen. Deagan frowned at his behaviour, but thanked him and turned to follow the signs to the east wing. Deagan’s skin crawled uncomfortably in the hospital air, but he ignored it. It wasn’t until he stepped off the elevator that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. His eyes were frozen on the huge board that was practically screaming at him when he exited the elevator, written in bold red letters was the words,