'Good. Now, if you may, stand in a circle, hold hands and repeat after me.' The old woman started to recite a strange passage. It was only words but the students quickly felt their burden and their importance. '𝔘𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔚𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩, 𝔗𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔲𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔞 ℑ𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞' The voices of the six rose from the vault of the Chamber of Secrets, their tied hands covered with golden threads. The soft light faintly illuminated their faces, imbuing them with a mystical aura. The light soon faded and silence fell on the group.