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Cassie stood with her arms crossed, her eyes glinting with the kind of mischief that made most people take a step back. "What are you on about?" Potter asked, confusion written all over his face.

Cassie raised an eyebrow, as if she were talking to a toddler. "This," she said, pointing to the tap with a cool, casual motion, "is the entry to the Chamber of Secrets."

Ron's voice came from behind her. "Harry, say something. Something in Parseltongue."

Cassie snorted, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Honestly, Potter, you speak Parseltongue like I speak French."

Potter frowned, obviously struggling with the whole idea. "You do it, then-"

Cassie didn't give him a chance to finish. With a flick of her wrist, she stepped forward and leaned in, voice low and smooth like silk. "Open up."

Immediately, the tap shimmered with a brilliant white light, spinning rapidly as if it had just woken up from a long slumber. The sink groaned, moved, and then disappeared entirely, leaving only an enormous pipe, wide enough for a person to slide into, hanging open in front of them.

Ron gaped. "Bloody hell."

Cassie shot him a cocky grin, the kind that made her look like she had everything under control. "What did I tell you? A bit of flair, a bit of style... and voila." She didn't wait for an answer before striding over to the pipe. "After you, Lockhart," she said, gesturing grandly. "Ladies first."

They went down the pipe and reached ground. After walking for a while, they came across a huge snake skin.

"What's that?" Ron asked, his voice echoing a bit in the silence.

"Snakeskin," Cassie replied, examining it carefully. "Whatever shed this must be sixty feet long."

"Or more," Ron added, his eyes wide, before glancing nervously at the still-fainting Lockhart.

"Heart of a lion, this one," Cassie said dryly, giving a sarcastic thumbs-up in Lockhart's direction as he lay dramatically on the floor.

Lockhart snapped to his feet, making a show of brushing himself off. He pulled out his wand and grinned. "No worries, I'm still in charge here," he said, puffing out his chest.

But before anyone could say anything, Lockhart quickly grabbed Ron's broken wand and aimed it at Harry.

"The adventure ends here," he said with a malicious gleam in his eyes. "But don't fret. The world will know the story. How I was too late to save the girl. How you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body. Obliviate!"