Professor Binns had been droning on for half an hour, before Hermione raised her hand.
Proffessor Binns, glancing in the new of an extremely dull lecture, looked shocked.
"Miss –er?"
"Potter sir, and I was wondering whether you could tell us anything about the chamber of secrets?"
The entire class was emmediatly awake, and so, after a slight argument, he agreed.
"Let's see, the chamber of secrets. Hmm."
he thought for a minute.
"You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago, by the greatest witches and wizards of the age. Godric Griffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slythrin. They built this castle together, far away from prying muggle eyes. For a few years, the founders worked in harmony, seeking out youngsters who showed magic ability, and brining them here to be educated. But then, Slythrin decided that they shouldn't admit all students, only they from pure blooded family's. There was a serious argument between Griffindor and Slythrin, and Slythrin left."
He paused, thinking.
" Legend has it that, before he left, Slythrin had built a hidden chamber inside the castle, of which the others knew nothing of. Slythrin, according to legend, sealed the chamber of secrets, so that none could open it until his heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to open it, and unleash the horror within."
Quiddich. The school seemed to breathe the word. The game was today. The sky outside bright. The Crowd cheered as the teams walked out the field. Griffindor vs Slythrin. He nodded at Malfoy, who was the opposing seeker, and laughed inwardly at Oliver's words. "Get to the snitch, or die trying. Hermione would have a fit. She was in the top row.
With a roar from the crowd to speed thme upward. The 14 players rose into the sky. Harry kept going up, only stopping when he could just see Hermione and Ron. Harriet was commenting.
"Alright there, Scarhead?" Malfoy shouted.
"Alright, Slugbreath?"
An ugly look crossed his face. Yesterday he had been hit with a slug-belching charm.
A heavy black blusher came flying toward them. He dodged it, but it call hurtling back. George Weasley gave it a mighty whack, but it came back to him. He took off, flying around the field at top speed with it following close behind, when he saw the snitch. It was hanging above Malfoys ear. He rushed toward him, and saw the white haired boys eyes widen. He grabbed it. "Yes!" The blusher slammed into him, and we fell off the broom.