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"Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asks.
"Of course. Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. And now he's taught Draco how to do it." Ron says.
"Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure." Hermione says. "Thank goodness Aubery was an Animagus. Otherwise, we couldn't have done this."
"All I ask is that I don't need to drink it," Aubery says.
"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girl's lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Ron asks.
"Heh... No. No one ever comes in here." Hermione smirks.
"Why?" Ron asks.
"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione says.
"Who?" Ron asks.
"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione repeats.
"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asks.
"I'm Moaning Myrtle! I wouldn't expect you to know me! Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping Moaning Myrtle? Huh...aaaah!" A ghost flies out of a toilet stall, and then flies away, crying.
"She's a little sensitive," Hermione adds.
"You think?" Harry questions.
A plethora of second years was gathered around the Great Hall, but instead, there was a large platform in the middle of it.
"Gather 'round, gather 'round! Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent! In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I myself have done on countless occasions- for full details, see my published works." Lockhart smiles.
"No thanks," Aubery mutters.
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now, I don't want any of you, youngsters, to worry- you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear." Lockhart and Snape meet at the middle, bow, and walk away, raising their wands up. "One, two, three."
"Expelliarmus!" Snape yells.
"Whoah!" Lockhart flies across the room.
"Do you think he's all right?" Hermione gasps.
"Who cares?" Ron asks.
"I hope he loses his memory," Aubery says.
"An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious- ah- what you were about to do. And if I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy." Lockhart brushes off the dust on his robes.
