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Here's the next chapter. Harry and the Aurors enter the Chamber of Secrets, but things do not go according to plan.
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Chapter 26
Harry and his grandfather followed the Auror team as they entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She wasted no time in bringing him to Hogwarts after he accepted her request, and Charlus accompanied them. He was determined to protect his grandson from any potential danger, and Amelia did not object to his inclusion. She recognised that it was unfair for her to refuse the man's right to defend his grandson.
Harry brought Fawkes along for the mission. The majestic phoenix perched on his shoulder, providing a comforting presence that eased Harry's anxiety about the impending task. Entering the Basilisk's territory was quite terrifying, regardless of whether he was fighting the creature or not.
The Auror team consisted of Amelia Bones, Kingsley, Proudfoot, and five others. All Of them had been present at the castle on Halloween. Harry noticed a palpable sense of nervous tension within the group as they prepared themselves mentally for the fight. Two of the younger Aurors paced nervously back and forth in the bathroom, while the more seasoned Aurors tried to reassure them.
The layout of the girls' bathroom closely resembled that of the boys' bathroom. Several stalls were arranged in a row, with basins mounted on the wall opposite them. The presence of dark stains on the floor indicated that it had experienced multiple instances of flooding.
Something was bothering him about the bathroom. There was a persistent feeling, lingering in the depths of his mind as if he was trying to recall something. However, it remained elusive, refusing to reveal itself. What exactly was it about this particular bathroom that troubled him so much? He pushed it aside for the time being. It would come to him eventually.
"Where is the hidden entrance located?" Charlus said. It was the first time he had spoken since they arrived at Hogwarts.
Harry understood his grandfather's frustration. It was evident that he strongly disapproved of Harry's decision to accept Amelia's offer. Given the potential danger involved, Harry couldn't blame his grandfather for feeling this way. To his credit, he chose not to overrule Harry's decision but instead accompanied him to ensure his safety.
"The basin has a snake symbol etched onto it," Amelia said. "Master Karlsson has confirmed the presence of a Parseltongue Ward on the wall behind it."
"Why didn't you just demolish the wall?" Charlus asked.
"Because Master Karlsson did not think it was safe to do so," Amelia rubbed her eyes. "A ward is akin to a complex puzzle that requires patience and perseverance to unravel. Attempting to forcefully remove a ward often leads to a massive explosion. We are uncertain about the potential impact on the castle's structural stability. It's far easier and safer to have Harry remove it."
"How can you be sure that I can open it?" Harry questioned. "If I were the person responsible for establishing the ward, I would choose a password that is impossible for anyone else to discover."
"That's true," Amelia acknowledged. "Our rationale is that since the ability is rare, the person who arranged it wouldn't bother with an obscure password."
"Let's finish this quickly," Charlus said.
His grandfather chose an outdated Muggle soldier's uniform for the mission. Harry silently questioned his grandfather's peculiar fashion sense. How did he develop such a unique sense of style when it comes to his clothing choices?
Amelia gestured for Harry to approach. As he stood in front of the basin, he couldn't help but feel nervous. All the adults' gaze was fixed squarely on him. He spotted the snake symbol and took a deep breath. He had no idea what the password was, so he opted for the most obvious choice.
"Open." Harry hissed.
The wall behind the basin suddenly shifted, prompting Harry to take a step backwards.
Charlus positioned himself in front of Harry, shielding him from any potential danger. The wall receded, unveiling a pipe that descended into the depths. The Aurors brandished their wands, poised to defend themselves.
"Before we proceed any further," Amelia said. "We have glasses available for everyone to wear that will protect you from the Basilisk's lethal gaze. Master Karlsson collaborated with his colleagues to create them. Benedict, hand them out to everyone."
One of the Aurors in the room had a small bag and began distributing glasses to each person present. Harry looked at them with interest. The lenses were crafted from a translucent crystal, featuring multiple arrays etched onto their surface. He planned to keep them and study them at a later date.
"Considering the Master Artisans' skill, I trust that they will work as intended," Amelia said. "But don't rely solely on them. If you hear anything that resembles the approach of a Basilisk, be sure to close your eyes and find cover."
"This can't possibly be the entrance to the renowned Chamber of Secrets." Proudfoot peered down the pipe with disbelief.
"There is one way to find out," Amelia said. "Harry, you will be the second to last person to enter. Your grandfather will be right behind you. There is a chance that we may require your ability once more. If we don't, we will bring you out immediately."
"Okay," Harry nodded.
"Dawlish, your task is to remain here and guard the entrance, and ensure that it does not close on us."
"You got it, boss."
Kingsley was the first to slide down the pipe, with Proudfoot and Amelia following closely behind. The Aurors were next to descend, while Harry waited his turn. A shout from below signalled that it was safe, and Harry stepped up to the entrance.
Charlus held onto his shoulder, preventing him from moving. "Be careful. Did you bring some spell cards? "A few of them might come in handy down there."
"I have some," Harry replied.
He had five of each, which was the last of his current stock of cards. He wished he had finished the gauntlet in time, but it was not necessary. If he used any spell cards at all, he wouldn't require more than two or three types. Besides, there were several experienced adults around him who would be more effective than any spell card he would use.
Fawkes hopped off his shoulder and flew down the pipe, illuminating it as he descended.
Harry followed him down the pipe, closing his eyes in anticipation of a jarring impact upon reaching the bottom. But it did not happen. He landed on his feet, before taking a few steps forward to steady himself. An Auror cast a cleaning charm on Harry's robes to get rid of the slimy residue he acquired while going down the pipe.
Harry took a step and heard a loud crunch as something broke underfoot. He shined a light down on the ground and saw hundreds of animal bones littering the floor.
"The Basilisk has a huge appetite," one of the Aurors observed.
Charlus arrived with a smoother landing than his grandson. The people in front lit their wands and advanced through the tunnel. After a minute of walking, the light revealed a massive object on the ground. When everyone realised what it was, they recoiled in fear. It appeared to be the shed skin of the Basilisk they were pursuing, easily measuring a length of forty feet or more.
"Galloping gargoyles," Proudfoot exclaimed. "What is the size of this creature? Do you think it is too late to retire, boss? '
"We have to eliminate the Basilisk," Amelia stated, her hand running through her hair in a nervous gesture. "Let's hope we all survive."
Fawkes sent Harry a series of images, conveying his intention to lead the group in scouting ahead. Despite Harry's dislike for this plan, he understood Fawkes' reasoning. The phoenix was immortal. Even in the event of his demise, he would be reborn and only have to endure being a chick temporarily before returning to his normal form.
"Fawkes will scout ahead," Harry said. "Let's remain here while he investigates what lies ahead of us."
"That would be much appreciated," Amelia nodded in gratitude towards the Phoenix.
Fawkes flew down the tunnel, and they stood around anxiously, waiting to hear what the phoenix had found. After thirty seconds, Fawkes sent Harry another series of images.
"The path ahead is clear," Harry relayed to the group. "Fawkes is unable to continue due to a wall obstructing his path. It appears as if he has found the chamber."
"Very well," Amelia nodded. "Let's get moving."
They proceeded through the tunnel, navigating a sequence of bends until they arrived at a dead end. Standing before them was an immense wall adorned with intricately carved serpents, their eyes adorned with emeralds that shimmered brilliantly.
"There is no obvious way to open it up," Amelia observed. She turned to Harry. "It appears that we have encountered another obstacle that requires a password for access. I want you to retreat as soon as we open it. Are you going to remain with him, Charlus?" "
"Indeed," Charlus replied.
"Get ready," Amelia ordered, prompting the Aurors to raise their wands in preparation.
"Open," Harry hissed.
Two things happened simultaneously, with one of them catching them by surprise. The snakes parted ways as the wall suddenly split open, accompanied by a reverberating explosion that rattled the tunnel behind them.
Harry spun around, his attention fully captured by the scene unfolding before him. The thundering crescendo of the tunnel's collapsing ceiling overwhelmed his senses, drowning out any other sounds. An immense cascade of rocks tumbled down, effectively obstructing the tunnel and stopping him from being able to retreat. He was forced to remain with the group and confront the Basilisk.
"Dammit," Charlus swore, stepping in front of his grandson and raising his wand.
The group became increasingly concerned about the possibility of more cave-ins as the tunnel behind them continued to shake.
"Get inside the chamber," Amelia roared.
They rushed into the chamber, and the door slowly closed behind them. Harry was about to open it again, but Charlus stopped him.
"We have bigger problems to deal with," he said.
Harry glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings. He found himself standing at the far end of a dimly lit chamber, lined with towering stone pillars that reached up into the obscured darkness of the ceiling. His eyes were immediately drawn to the two giant statues flanking either side of the chamber, their massive size requiring him to tilt his head back to fully take them in.
They were statues of an old man dressed in robes, with several snakes engraved into them. Each one held a staff with a large gem socketed atop it. The figure appeared incredibly old, and he wondered whether it could be Salazer Slytherin, one of the Founders of Hogwarts. As the legend goes, Slytherin was the one responsible for building the Chamber of Secrets.
As he examined the statue's face, he was filled with a sudden sense of horror when he noticed the eyes shift. They looked down at the group with hostile expressions. A loud crack echoed through the air, and the statues began to move. They stepped forward with a colossal stride, the immense stone figures making the ground tremor beneath their sheer mass.
"Bloody hell," Harry cried.
"Harry, stay back against the door," Charlus ordered. "Amelia, we need to take out the statue's feet before they crush us."
"You heard the man," Amelia shouted. "Direct your curses towards the left statue's feet. We need to eliminate them one at a time."
The group started casting several powerful curses at the statue. The chamber was illuminated with a dazzling array of vibrant colours and brilliant explosions. The spells began to carve into the stone feet of the statue, causing chunks of stone to fall to the ground. Even so, bringing it down required a tremendous amount of effort. They only had one advantage over the statues—they were extremely slow.
By the time the statues fully turned to face the group, the left one began to wobble, signalling that it wasn't long before it would collapse."
"Be careful," Charlus yelled. "We don't want the statue to fall forward and crush us."
"We should aim for its head in order to knock it backwards," Kingsley said. He seemed surprisingly calm considering the tense situation.
"It's too high up,"a female Auror exclaimed.
"Fawkes," Harry said to his companion perched on his shoulder."Is it possible for you to lift someone up so that they can aim at the statue's head?"
Fawkes nodded and flew over to his grandfather.
"Grandfather, Fawkes will take you up," Harry shouted.
"Understood," Charlus replied. Fawkes firmly grasped the man's shoulders and effortlessly lifted him into the air.
The statue on the left swung his staff, attempting to hit Fawkes, but the Phoenix skillfully evaded the attack. However, the real concern was the other statue, which lifted its enormous foot and seemed poised to crush the entire group.
"Sprint forward," Amelia ordered.
Harry followed the Aurors, darting between the two statues. Just in the nick of time, as the statue slammed its colossal foot into the ground, causing the entire chamber to tremble.
Harry almost fell as the ground shook, but managed to keep his balance. They were now behind the statues, but they had to be careful as the statue on the left was about to tumble to the ground.
He gazed in astonishment as his grandfather tightly gripped Fawkes' tail feathers with one hand while casting a spell with the other. With a wave of his wand, he summoned a colossal hammer into existence, swinging it forcefully towards the left statue's head. The tremendous impact shattered the statue's nose, causing it to stagger backwards and topple slowly to the ground.
"Against the right wall," Amelia screamed. "Huddle up and raise some shields."
Harry hid behind the others as they cast protective shields over themselves. The impact of the statue's fall sent a shockwave towards them. Harry screamed and instinctively shielded his head with his arms, as the ground beneath him trembled violently. Stone debris struck the Auror's shields. Some of the stone shattered against the wall. One of them, a stone the size of a bowling ball, struck Harry's arm, causing him to cry out in pain as the bone snapped.
As soon as the worst of it was over, the Aurors lowered their shields and moved again. They didn't have time to wait around, as they still had another statue to take care of.
"Head to the front and start working on the other statue," Charlus shouted from above.
Despite the pain he was in, Harry got to his feet, holding his left arm, which was now completely useless. Harry experienced a sudden uneasy feeling and turned to face the far side of the chamber, which remained obscured in darkness.
"Something's coming," Harry shouted.
"What?" Amelia and the rest of the group turned to where he was looking before they heard a loud hiss.
"Rip…tear…kill."
"It's the Basilisk," Harry shouted.
"Everyone, make sure your glasses are secure," Amelia reminded everyone.
The Basilisk emerged from the darkness, its massive form slithering over the pile of debris left behind by the fallen statue. Harry's mouth went dry as he beheld the sheer enormity of the snake. It was easily fifty feet in length, and as wide as he was tall. The creature could devour him whole with a single bite.
"You need to get to the front again," Kingsley called as the statue started to turn towards them.
Harry sprinted towards the front of the chamber, his left arm throbbing with shooting pain. He could hear the Basilisk behind him, getting closer. He rummaged in his pocket for a Spell Card. Without pausing to determine which one he had grabbed, he hurled it at the creature.
He kept running forward after letting go of it, joining the others to reach safety, even with the statue still looming above them. Harry heard a hiss of outrage coming from behind him but didn't pay it any attention until he reached the back wall. Kingsey quickly pulled Harry behind him. Harry took a quick look to see the outcome of the spell card he had thrown. By some stroke of luck, he had chosen the Flashbang. The Basilisk convulsed on the ground, its eyes tightly shut, overwhelmed by the intense burst of light it had just endured.
"Who did that?" Amelia asked, her breathing ragged.
"That was one of my inventions," Harry said.
"Good work," Amelia replied. "Let's knock the other statue down and see if we can crush the Basilisk beneath it."
Charlus had not been idle during this time. He relentlessly attacked the head of the statue, but the spells had less impact due to its sturdy foundation. The statue's primary focus was on the people below, and so they needed to take it out quickly.
"Aim at the statue's feet as hard as you can," Amelia ordered. "Before the basilisk recovers."
The Aurors bombarded the statue with spells. Their combined efforts tore chunks of rock out of its feet. Harry fumbled into his pocket and took out his Spell Cards. He sorted through them, selecting all Fireball spell cards in his possession.
The Basilisk recovered and slithered towards the group, hissing. A number of individuals within the group, including Harry himself, gazed into the Basilisk's enormous crimson eyes. They had no time to worry about whether the snake would kill them with its lethal gaze. Fortunately, it had no effect on them. The Master Artisans did a good job designing the glasses.
Harry hurled the five spell cards at the Basilisk, hoping to delay it. Despite the fact that all five fireballs landed on its huge body, none of them had any visible effect. Its hide was too strong and only stoked the creature's anger.
The statue fell forward after the group's combined efforts succeeded. The Basilisk had already advanced too far for the statue to crush it. The group braced themselves as the statue slammed into the ground. They were still reeling from the massive tremor that ensued, but this time they managed to avoid being hit by any debris.
The Aurors turned their attention to the Basilisk. Amelia had briefed Harry on the creature's strengths before arriving at Hogwarts. It was a precaution in case he found himself in the exact position as he was currently. He knew its hide was all but indestructible, so the most effective method was to aim for its open only way to accomplish that was by getting close to it, but doing so would be suicidal.
"Spread out," Amelia shouted. "Harry, stay behind Kingsley."
The Basilisk lunged forward, aiming straight at Harry. It recognised who had blinded it and wanted revenge. Kingsley cursed and raised a stone wall in front of him. The Basilisk hit the wall with a thud, but the wall was thick enough to survive the impact.
With a roar of outrage, Charlus landed on the ground, after Fawkes dropped him off. He began casting a series of cutting spells at the Basilisk. An enormous tear appeared on its body when a spell landed on it, and blood welled up. Charlus had actually penetrated its defences. Charlus was a powerhouse, the strongest wizard in the room if it wasn't already obvious. Harry was in awe of his grandfather's incredible power. Even with the loss of the Potter family's magic, his grandfather's magical abilities were still amazing.
Fawkes joined the fray, aiming for the creature's eyes. As the Basilisk focused on him, the rest of the group attacked the creature in tandem. Harry quickly rummaged through his spell cards once more, this time selecting the Scythe spell. Just to be prepared in case he required them.
The Basilisk was completely blinded. Its eye sockets were nothing but bloody holes after Fawkes pecked its eyes out. It flailed, sending its huge body crashing into the wall. The group scrambled to avoid its body. It may be blinded, but its large size still posed a threat as it had the potential to accidentally crush them.
Charlus summoned a huge boulder above the Basilisk's head and brought it crashing down on it. The Basilisk's head narrowly avoided being hit by the boulder, but its body was not as fortunate. The massive creature hissed as it fell forward, and a sense of panic surged through Harry. It appeared that he was about to be crushed beneath the weight of the Basilisk.
"Protecto Maxima," Kingsley shouted, summoning a massive transparent shield in front of them. The Basilisk crashed into the shield. Despite the fact that the shield looked on the verge of collapse, it miraculously held until the Basilisk rebounded from it.
Its head landed a few feet away from Harry's position. The creature seemed momentarily stunned, but then it quickly opened its jaws, giving Harry a glimpse into its mouth. Without hesitation, Harry instinctively flung every Scythe spell card directly into its waiting maw. The cutting spells caused a geyser of blood to spew forth from the beast's mouth. He watched as the Basilisk writhed in violent convulsions before eventually ceasing all movement.
Harry sighed in relief and slid down the wall to the ground. Now that the immediate danger had subsided, his adrenaline started to wane, and he began to experience the pain from his broken arm in its entirety. A weight landed on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Fawkes perched there.
"Hey, buddy. That was some great work out there," Harry told him.
Fawkes pecked at his hair, cooing softly.
"Harry, are you okay?" Charlus ran over and crouched down next to him.
"I'm fine," Harry assured him. "It's just a broken arm. Kingsley did a great job in shielding us."
"Only a broken arm," Charlus said with a disgruntled expression. "I knew this was a bad idea."
"Considering the odds we faced," Kingsley said. "We were fortunate to escape without any additional injuries or worse. Harry successfully defeated the Basilisk."
"You speak as if I accomplished the feat on my own," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm glad we had your help," Amelia stated, as she approached them with the other Aurors, having to manoeuvre over the massive form of the Basilisk to reach them. "Otherwise, I don't think it would have worked out so well for us."
"I am also thankful for their assistance," Proudfoot grunted. He turned to address Charlus. "I had no idea of the extent of your magical strength, Lord Potter."
"It's not something I advertise," Charlus said dismissively. "Fawkes, can you heal Harry's arm? It would be easier for us, considering the collapsed tunnel."
Fawkes communicated with Harry, and his message caused him to blink. "Fawkes said that healing my arm would be more effective if there was an open wound."
"Very well," Charlus said. He conjured a knife and made a small incision in Harry's arm.
Harry winced, although the pain he felt now couldn't be compared to the agony of his broken arm. "Straighten my arm so that it can heal properly," Harry requested.
It would hurt like a bitch.
Harry swore as Charlus reset his broken arm. Fawkes hopped onto Harry's lap and leaned over his injured arm, shedding tears into the open wound. Harry felt instant warmth spread throughout his arm. The pain vanished, replaced by a sense of euphoria. After a minute, he cautiously raised his arm, astounded to find it fully healed as if it had never been broken.
"We should leave this place," Amelia suggested. "The Basilisk can be harvested later. Given your heroic efforts, Harry, you deserve a larger portion of the Basilisk's remains."
"Somebody deliberately led us into a trap," Kingsley said with a furrowed brow. "They must have animated those statues before we arrived, and also collapsed the tunnel behind us."
Amelia nodded with a grim expression. "We can investigate it later. It must have been someone in the castle, so there can't be too many suspects. I hope Dawlish is alright, as whoever did this had to have taken him out to follow us down here."
Harry suddenly had a moment of clarity, realising why he had been feeling unsettled upon entering the bathroom. Because he finally remembered Professor Quirrell being in the bathroom on Halloween.
"It was Professor Quirrel," Harry said. "He was in the bathroom on the morning of Halloween."
"How do you know?" Amelia demanded.
Harry reached under his shirt and pulled out the Marauder's Map he had tucked away. "I will show you, but you have to promise not to confiscate this map."
"I make no promises," Amelia said. "But if it's not dangerous to others, I will return it to you."
Harry summoned his wand and tapped the parchment. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
The map was revealed, and Harry searched for Quirrell's name. He failed to locate him, which meant the professor was no longer in the castle.
Charlus sighed. "Don't tell me it's one of your father's inventions, or your godfather's for that matter. I've heard that phrase before."
Harry smacked his forehead. "I knew I had heard the Marauder's name before. Why didn't it occur to me that this was something my father would invent?"
"What is this map?" Amelia asked, leaning over to examine it.
"It is a map of Hogwarts, and it shows everyone inside it in real time. The Chamber of Secrets doesn't appear on it, though."
"May I take a look at it?" Amelia requested, and he handed her the map.
"On Halloween morning, I used the map to search for Professor Quirrell," Harry explained. "I found him lurking in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. I had been harbouring suspicions about him for a while, as his behaviour had been peculiar. It was apparent that he held some kind of animosity towards me."
"Why didn't you say anything to your grandmother?" Charlus frowned.
Harry shrugged. "It was my intuition that alerted me to something being amiss, but there was no solid evidence, I couldn't bring forth any specific accusations against him."
"He is no longer in the castle," Amelia said, lowering the map. "Can I keep this for now, Harry? I promise to return it when I am finished with it."
Harry nodded. Although he didn't want to give the map up, he understood the necessity. If they were going to capture Professor Quirrel, then it would be a big help.
"Right, it's time to leave," Amelia said. "How are everyone's magical reserves? We need to dig our way out of the tunnel and reinforce it to prevent another collapse."
Charlus and Kingsley had expended the most magic, so they were unable to assist in clearing the tunnel. Harry rose to his feet, casting a final glance at the lifeless Basilisk, before opening the door for everyone.
They spent a considerable amount of time digging their way out of the debris-filled tunnel. Fawkes helped by lifting them up through the pipe, allowing them to return to the bathroom. They discovered Dawlish lying on the floor, unconscious. Upon waking up, Dawlish confessed to having no recollection of how he ended up in that situation.
The Aurors escorted Harry to the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey checked him over. His grandmother arrived shortly after and didn't look happy. Her ire wasn't directed at him. It was Charlus and the two Aurors standing guard at the door that received her reprimand.
"Why do you always end up in these situations?" Minerva asked, hugging him. "You are going to be the death of me."
"I'm fine," Harry said with a smile. "Although I did break my arm, I received some valuable Basilisk skin in exchange."
Minerva frowned but didn't say anything. It seemed that she was holding herself back from venting her anger at him. He was certain his reprieve would be short-lived.
Madam Pomfrey declared him healthy. But he needed to stay here while the Aurors searched the castle for Quirrell. Amelia summoned more Aurors to the castle to improve their efficiency. Given the castle's enormous size, it would still require a considerable amount of time to search. Although Quirrel was not visible on the map, Amelia decided not to take any chances. She had doubts about the accuracy of the map and didn't fully trust it. The grounds would have to be searched as well.
After the search was complete, Harry would take them back into the Chamber of Secrets. The Basilisk still needed to be harvested. Amelia feared that Minister Fudge would attempt to claim the carcass once he became aware of their reason for being here. He had been cutting the budget for her Department a lot recently, and she needed the injection of funds.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement would get the bulk of the proceeds from the Basilisk sale. Some of the galleons earned would go to Hogwarts as a donation. Harry had negotiated for a share of the Basilisk skin. Its durability and strong magical resistance would be useful for projects in the future. He would receive more now that he had played a significant role in its defeat.
A few hours later, Amelia walked into the Hospital Wing and made her way to his bedside. Her arrival was a welcome sight, as the waiting had begun to take its toll, leaving him feeling restless.
"Professor Quirrel is not in the castle," Amelia informed them. "He must have escaped after collapsing the tunnel."
"He could still be hiding somewhere on the grounds," Minerva said. "The castle still holds secrets that we have not discovered."
"I am aware of that," Amelia sighed. "But it doesn't matter. The Basilisk is slain and the suspect appears to have fled the castle. There is no way to prevent Minister Fudge from insisting on the reopening of Hogwarts. I can hardly argue with him regarding this point."
"So, are you intending to leave the castle unprotected?" Charlus challenged. "I have a mind to withdraw Harry from Hogwarts if this is the case. Remember, the professor did not like Harry for some reason."
"There will be three Aurors posted at Hogwarts for the rest of the school year," Amelia replied. "With the injection of galleons into the department coffers, we can afford the expense. If you are concerned about your grandson, may I offer a suggestion?"
"What is it?" Charlus asked.
"Hogwarts now has a vacancy in the Defence Against the Arts position," Amelia said. "And I have witnessed your exceptional skills with a wand."
Charlus was visibly surprised by the suggestion of becoming a professor, as the thought had never even crossed his mind before. He glanced at his grandson and decided to give the idea due consideration. He would do anything to keep him safe.
So, what do you think? Is Charlus going to become a professor? And where has Quirrell scurried off to?
Thanks for reading.