"Secret Chamber?"

Secret Chamber?

The twins and Stephen had to hold back their curiosity for a few days, as they were busy cleaning Hogwarts' trophies and bathrooms as part of their punishment.

After a week, the twins couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm done! I quit!" Fred shouted, collapsing onto the floor and acting like a spoiled child, leaving George and Stephen utterly stunned.

"What's wrong with him?" Stephen asked George, who simply shrugged, unsure of how to respond. Normally, they were quite in sync, but this time, Fred had caught him off guard.

"Boss, it's been a whole week since we found a secret door, and we haven't done anything about it. The curiosity is killing me—I can't sleep! We have to investigate the professors' lounge!" Fred blurted out.

"I agree with Fred on this, boss. We need to find out what's behind that door," George added, supporting his brother.

"Well, I guess we've waited long enough. Tonight, after the professors are asleep, we'll go check it out," Stephen decided.

"Boss, that's too long! Let's go now!" Fred refused to take no for an answer.

"Boss, we have the afternoon free. While the professors are busy teaching the seventh years, the lounge will be empty," George pointed out.

"Sigh. Fine, let's go now," Stephen relented, too tired to argue. But he quickly realized that the twins had been acting the whole time.

"Brilliant!" they shouted in unison and bolted toward the professors' lounge.

After confirming that no one was inside and taking the trouble to use illusion magic to turn invisible, they entered and quickly reactivated the ceiling mechanism.

After a few seconds and several mechanical noises, the hidden door appeared once more in front of them.

"Alright. Stay sharp and don't let your guard down. If this place has been abandoned for a long time, there might be bugs," Stephen warned as he prepared himself.

"Boss, do you think we just found the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Really? That'd be amazing!"

Both of them said without a hint of concern, despite knowing that Filch's cat and Colin had been petrified.

"It's not," Stephen stated flatly.

"How do you know?"

"Yeah, boss, how do you know?"

"Just a hunch. Now let's go," Stephen said, ignoring them and stepping onto the staircase behind the door.

Despite the stairs, they didn't have to descend much—just seven steps before reaching a hallway about seven meters long, leading to another door.

The door was quite sturdy, framed by a beautiful golden arch. It had no handle or visible way to open it, except for three circles in the center, one of which displayed the number seven.

"How do we open it?"

"Obviously, with an explosion spell."

"Stop, idiot. The answer is 777," Stephen interrupted, stopping the fool before he could do anything reckless.

"Brilliant, boss! Just one glance, and you figured it out."

"How'd you solve it, boss?"

The twins were impressed, but Stephen just looked back at them smugly.

"The staircase only has seven steps, and the hallway is exactly seven meters long. Clearly, it's a clue to the answer," he said proudly.

Before the twins could express their amazement at his intelligence, he added:

"Also, there's a sign on the side of the door that says, 'Don't forget the password: 777.'" He grinned, watching the twins' admiration instantly fade into disappointment as they glared at him.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Let's go investigate!" Stephen cheered as he pushed the door open, with the exhausted twins reluctantly following behind.

Beyond the door lay a massive, well-equipped room. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to contain combat equipment—along with an extensive library, which immediately caught Stephen's attention. Without hesitation, he rushed over to check it out.

"Wow! These are all combat books. About magical knights, mystical martial arts from Asia, magical combat from Russia, even sword arts from the sacred knights. These are all martial arts that disappeared hundreds of years ago. What is this place?" said Stephen excitedly as he looked at the twins, who were examining the ancient swords, spears, and equipment scattered around the room.

"Boss, look!" said Fred, pointing to the ceiling, where a very familiar crest could be seen, especially for them. And the crest was none other than Gryffindor's, with the Hogwarts crest behind it.

"Awesome! This is Gryffindor's secret room!" said George excitedly.

As they were investigating, suddenly, they heard the sound of machinery—the same sound they had heard when opening the room.

"Don't tell me…" Stephen quickly realized the problem and rushed to the door, trying to open it without success.

"Boss, stop joking."

"Boss, it's funny, but this isn't the best place," said the twins, looking a bit scared at Stephen.

"Don't worry, we just have to destroy it. Step back," said Stephen as he made the twins move away.

Stephen first tried using his area-control magic, which worked on the floor but not on the walls, surprising him that something in this world could interfere with Eldritch magic.

"Boss??" The twins had a bad feeling.

"Well, if it won't open the easy way, we'll do it the hard way," he said, then started using explosive magic, destruction magic, oxidation magic, evaporation magic, acid magic, even magical flamethrowers and Eldritch magic, yet nothing worked, leaving him exhausted from using so much magic power.

"Haa haa Hahaha, looks like we're trapped," he said after catching his breath a little, with a worried smile.

"Boss, don't joke about this. This room was obviously discovered after hundreds of years."

"That means it won't be easily found again," said the twins, growing more worried, then started shouting at the door, hoping someone would hear them.

"Help! Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick!!"

"Professor Sprout, even Professor Snape!!"

"It's okay, calm down. Let me try something. Although it's still in the testing phase, it might work," said Stephen, getting up from the floor after recovering quite a bit.

"Boss??" the twins asked in surprise, watching Stephen approach with a mischievous smile, only to feel a palm strike their chests and be thrown backward.

"Boss, I know we weren't paying attention, but it wasn't just our fault," said Fred, rubbing his aching chest.

"Fred!" George, looking at his brother in shock, shouted.

"What ha—?" Before responding, Fred fell silent, staring at his brother in shock.

"Ahhh! I'm a ghost!!"

"Boss, you didn't have to kill us!" The twins looked at what they thought were their dead bodies and screamed, floating in the air in a panic.

"Shut up, you're not dead," said Stephen as he also left his body, shocking the twins.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"How did you do it?" The twins quickly calmed down because, although they were caught off guard, they trusted Stephen.

"Astral magic. Normally, it would be used to enter the astral plane, but here, where ghosts can coexist normally, it seems the planes are merged; therefore, we are still in the same plane. So, a magic was formed that allows us to enter our astral form, just leaving our bodies," Stephen explained, but it seemed completely useless because when he looked at the twins, they seemed to have question marks floating over their heads.

""?-?""

"Magic that turns you into a ghost," Stephen explained simply. "Let's try it this way," he said, then attempted to pass through the wall. And although it took some effort, they managed to go through using a bit more force.

"Help! Boss, Fred!" George, with one leg stuck, cried out for help. Stephen and Fred quickly came to his aid. After a few tugs, they managed to free him.

"So, what's the plan, boss?"

"We can't touch anything like this," the twins quickly realized that, although they had managed to escape this way, they wouldn't be able to do much.

"Let's ask our friends for help. Let's go," said Stephen as he started floating through the walls easily, followed by the twins.

"These walls are easy to pass through, unlike that room's," commented George while floating.

"Maybe they're made of a special material," Fred replied.

While the twins were having fun flying all over the place, Stephen ignored them and hurried to the Gryffindor common room, where Lee Jordan was inviting Angelina on a date.

"Come on, Angelina. This weekend, you and me at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, enjoying their famous apple tart—aaah!"

Lee Jordan couldn't finish his sentence because, suddenly, he saw a head emerging from the table he was leaning on. And it was none other than his well-known friend, George Weasley.

"Jordan, you're the culprit. We came for you," said George in a spooky voice, moving erratically toward Jordan. Fred appeared next to George, mimicking his pose.

"George, Fred! What happened to you?" Jordan shouted quickly.

"It was you," the twins shouted, scaring Jordan and Angelina, who stepped away from Jordan while looking at him suspiciously.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to you!" Jordan defended himself, growing more frightened.

"Save that for later, idiots. We're in a hurry," Stephen interrupted, cutting off the twins' joke.

"Boss! You died too?! Was it the Heir?" Jordan, now even more terrified at the thought that someone had managed to defeat Stephen, started trembling.

"Calm down, Jordan. We're not dead. It's magic to turn into ghosts. We need your help, we're trapped," Stephen quickly explained.

"Magic? Trapped?" Jordan heard those words and began to calm down as he looked at the twins, who were floating in the air laughing loudly, which helped him relax little by little.

Angelina, understanding the situation, approached the "ghosts" and tried to touch them but couldn't.

"Wow, that feels weird, Angelina," Fred commented as he watched Angelina's hand pass through his face without the slightest hint of remorse.

"Cough, sorry, it looked interesting. So, what happened?" Angelina asked, unfazed by Fred.

"Well, in short, we found a secret room in the professors' lounge, and we got locked in. We need help getting out," Stephen explained quickly.

"You found Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Angelina asked, slightly scared.

"No. It seems to be Gryffindor's Secret Chamber. Well, I'll tell you on the way. Hurry up and get us out before Professor McGonagall realizes we're not serving our detention," said Stephen.

"Alright, let's hurry," Jordan said, now completely recovered.

"Do we need to call the others?"

"No, just open the door, and we'll see after that," Stephen replied.

Leading the way and hiding to avoid scaring anyone, Stephen stopped the twins whenever they tried to pull pranks. They reached the professors' lounge, and luckily, the professors were still busy with the seventh-year students.

After showing how to open the first door and giving the password, Stephen guided the two ghostly twins to return to their bodies and leave. But just before re-entering their bodies, they heard a very familiar sound behind them.

"Fred, George, please look back and tell me the door is still open," said Stephen, not daring to turn around, fear creeping into his voice.

"Sorry, boss. That's something we can't do."

"Yep. Totally closed," the twins said, looking at the door and at Lee Jordan, who was trying to hide in his robe while Angelina glared daggers at him.

"Sigh Alright. If we did it once, it won't be hard to do it again. Just one more time… Just one more time," said Stephen, trying to convince himself, though he had a bad feeling every time he said it.

And so, this time, five new Hogwarts ghosts made their way to the Gryffindor common room. Once again, the twins put on a show, this time with Alicia Spinnet and Oliver Wood, who happened to be passing by.

When they returned to the secret room, this time, it was Oliver's fault—the moment he saw some ancient broomsticks, the door closed again.

"Great. Looks like we're going to die here," said Stephen, resigned…

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