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Chapter 139: Weasley vs. Weasley vs. Weasley
2022-07-14 Author: I'm Just a Pigeon
“Go to the Stairs—but why go to the Stairs?”
“I shouldn't care about that, eighth floor, I need to go to the eighth floor.”
“Rooster, blood, right, it's resurrection, resurrection.”
“Blood, eighth floor, resurrection?”
“The tapestry on the eighth floor, who am I?”
“Walk around? Why walk around?”
Countless conflicting thoughts drifted through Ginny's mind. She couldn't even tell who she was or what she was supposed to do—she just felt as if she should be very familiar with these, but in reality, she wasn't at all.
After aimlessly circling the eighth floor, she grew a little tired of her current actions.
But a voice kept telling her that she should continue.
A door appeared on the wall while she was struggling. She instinctively walked in, and then, following the advice of the voice in her mind, steadily walked further inside.
“Take it, it's your most cherished possession, just as you did in the past, just as you picked it up before, pick up your most cherished treasure.”
Yes, that's mine. I discovered it at the start of school. The most precious wealth in this world. I gained revelations from it through various methods, mastering precious knowledge that others couldn't even imagine.
It started from the start of school. I've secretly walked this path countless times, haven't I?
Ginny smiled and picked up the tattered diadem—it had originally been placed on the head of an old male wizard statue, fitting perfectly, and the three items together looked like they wouldn't sell for a single Sickle.
‘My most precious treasure is this piece of junk?’
The girl's feeling of disdain suddenly flared up. She found it hard to imagine why she would happily put such a tattered thing on her head.
But the memory in her mind told her that this was her most precious treasure, more valuable than her own eyeballs.
‘I think I've been here once? No, many times?’
The headache prevented her from thinking further. She immediately put the tormenting object on her head.
The cool sensation made her feel as if she had immersed her body in the sea during summer—no, it should be like immersing her body in a hot spring in winter. A misplaced feeling, yet it didn't bring her any discomfort.
“How dare you! How dare I?”
The voices in her mind seemed to argue, but as the tattered diadem on her head emitted a gentle warmth, the latter voice quieted down.
‘It seems like a spell I cast? No—I've touched it many times, but how could I bear to?’
The chaotic memories began again, but the voice in her mind appeared just in time.
“You should escape. Take your most precious treasure, and then secretly leave this school.”
‘Yes, that's right, go through the secret passage, the secret passage no one knows about.’
“What am I doing?”
Another voice echoed from the depths of her heart, it was her own voice.
“Isn't the other voice furious? Doesn't it want to kill Filch? Didn't it bring me here once?”
“No, I've been here many times. I discovered it on the first day of school—”
The chaotic memories made Ginny feel like her head was splitting. A burning sensation suddenly emanated from the diadem, suppressing the voice that had emerged from her heart.
‘Yes, it's time to go, time to go!’
She stood up and took the diadem off her head—this was a difficult action, like pulling someone out of a warm bed in winter.
With some reluctance, she clutched the diadem and rushed towards the door. The secret passage was very, very close from here, if only—
“Stupefy!”
…
“Stupefy!”
Several spells, almost strung together, hit her as soon as the sound rang out—
‘Finally, no more arguing…’
This was Ginny's last thought before she passed out.
——
“Caught her, caught her!”
The person hidden in the shadows jumped out.
“See, I told you, if there's a secret passage or Chamber of Secrets, then there must be obvious landmarks nearby, otherwise there's no way to find it.”
“Oh, come on, the Weasley Twins were the ones who found an ornament fallen on the floor here, and then decided this place fit the secret passage environment and staked it out.”
“What I said wasn't wrong either, Weasley, don't you agree?”
The one who was contradicted turned around in annoyance, and looked at the one with the biggest credit in this search.
However, the Weasley Brothers were silent. They looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise.
“Is there a problem?”
Before the questioner could finish his sentence, someone impatient had already run over to look at the person who had been taken down—“Heavens, a first year, the Weasleys' sister!”
‘They didn't catch the wrong person, did they?’
This thought emerged in most people's minds—many had guessed that whoever had the leisure to commit such a major offense must be from the seventh-year group who were about to graduate. But the fact that a first year had played them for so long was truly unacceptable to them.
“It shouldn't be her, should it?”
Finally, someone brought up the problem, but it met with clear opposition.
“Of course it's her! My little sister—we've never discovered that chamber of secrets!”
Fred said with a rather proud tone.
“Should we hand her over to a Professor?”
“Of course. Otherwise, what have we been working so hard for? It's just two chickens killed; half a month of detention will be enough. Consider it Gryffindor's first lesson, taken early.”
George's matter-of-fact reply elicited cheers and whistles from the crowd.
——
In the office, William was issuing commands to the Prefects summoned by the portraits—he was very clear on the priorities: the investigation from Mr. Filch's side versus the apprehension of the suspect.
“Prefects, form groups of two, standing one in front of the other. Do not separate freely. Although Miss Weasley is only a first-year student, her spellcasting skill is almost at graduate level. While it's currently unclear whether this is due to talent or some other reason, I hope you do not underestimate her simply because she is a first-year student.”
“Each seventh-year Prefect will recommend two skilled individuals. I will inform them to coordinate and participate in the manhunt. Upon finding Miss Weasley, immediately use a Stunning Spell or Petrification Charm, or similar spell, to control her. Her control magic might even easily take down an adult wizard like me. You must heighten your vigilance…”
Such commands caused the Prefects to involuntarily focus their gaze on Gryffindor—Percy was looking quite bewildered.
‘Miss Weasley? My sister? Taking down an adult wizard?’
Because the Professor's statements were too alarming, he even forgot to question why Ginny was being sought in a manhunt.
Just as he gathered the courage to ask a question, the door to the office was knocked upon.
“Professor! It's us!”
Noisy shouts came from outside the door, but Percy clearly heard the voices of his two younger brothers who brought shame to the family.
“We caught the perpetrator! It's Ginny!”
The joyful voices of the Weasley Twins came from outside the door.
P.S. One more chapter to go.
Oh, right, I promised to create a chat group yesterday, so I made one. Though I don't know what it's for... I always post as soon as I finish writing, so there's no need to rush me...
Group number: 861-886-316
(end of chapter)
2022-07-14 Author: I'm Just a Pigeon
“Go to the Stairs—but why go to the Stairs?”
“I shouldn't care about that, eighth floor, I need to go to the eighth floor.”
“Rooster, blood, right, it's resurrection, resurrection.”
“Blood, eighth floor, resurrection?”
“The tapestry on the eighth floor, who am I?”
“Walk around? Why walk around?”
Countless conflicting thoughts drifted through Ginny's mind. She couldn't even tell who she was or what she was supposed to do—she just felt as if she should be very familiar with these, but in reality, she wasn't at all.
After aimlessly circling the eighth floor, she grew a little tired of her current actions.
But a voice kept telling her that she should continue.
A door appeared on the wall while she was struggling. She instinctively walked in, and then, following the advice of the voice in her mind, steadily walked further inside.
“Take it, it's your most cherished possession, just as you did in the past, just as you picked it up before, pick up your most cherished treasure.”
Yes, that's mine. I discovered it at the start of school. The most precious wealth in this world. I gained revelations from it through various methods, mastering precious knowledge that others couldn't even imagine.
It started from the start of school. I've secretly walked this path countless times, haven't I?
Ginny smiled and picked up the tattered diadem—it had originally been placed on the head of an old male wizard statue, fitting perfectly, and the three items together looked like they wouldn't sell for a single Sickle.
‘My most precious treasure is this piece of junk?’
The girl's feeling of disdain suddenly flared up. She found it hard to imagine why she would happily put such a tattered thing on her head.
But the memory in her mind told her that this was her most precious treasure, more valuable than her own eyeballs.
‘I think I've been here once? No, many times?’
The headache prevented her from thinking further. She immediately put the tormenting object on her head.
The cool sensation made her feel as if she had immersed her body in the sea during summer—no, it should be like immersing her body in a hot spring in winter. A misplaced feeling, yet it didn't bring her any discomfort.
“How dare you! How dare I?”
The voices in her mind seemed to argue, but as the tattered diadem on her head emitted a gentle warmth, the latter voice quieted down.
‘It seems like a spell I cast? No—I've touched it many times, but how could I bear to?’
The chaotic memories began again, but the voice in her mind appeared just in time.
“You should escape. Take your most precious treasure, and then secretly leave this school.”
‘Yes, that's right, go through the secret passage, the secret passage no one knows about.’
“What am I doing?”
Another voice echoed from the depths of her heart, it was her own voice.
“Isn't the other voice furious? Doesn't it want to kill Filch? Didn't it bring me here once?”
“No, I've been here many times. I discovered it on the first day of school—”
The chaotic memories made Ginny feel like her head was splitting. A burning sensation suddenly emanated from the diadem, suppressing the voice that had emerged from her heart.
‘Yes, it's time to go, time to go!’
She stood up and took the diadem off her head—this was a difficult action, like pulling someone out of a warm bed in winter.
With some reluctance, she clutched the diadem and rushed towards the door. The secret passage was very, very close from here, if only—
“Stupefy!”
…
“Stupefy!”
Several spells, almost strung together, hit her as soon as the sound rang out—
‘Finally, no more arguing…’
This was Ginny's last thought before she passed out.
——
“Caught her, caught her!”
The person hidden in the shadows jumped out.
“See, I told you, if there's a secret passage or Chamber of Secrets, then there must be obvious landmarks nearby, otherwise there's no way to find it.”
“Oh, come on, the Weasley Twins were the ones who found an ornament fallen on the floor here, and then decided this place fit the secret passage environment and staked it out.”
“What I said wasn't wrong either, Weasley, don't you agree?”
The one who was contradicted turned around in annoyance, and looked at the one with the biggest credit in this search.
However, the Weasley Brothers were silent. They looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise.
“Is there a problem?”
Before the questioner could finish his sentence, someone impatient had already run over to look at the person who had been taken down—“Heavens, a first year, the Weasleys' sister!”
‘They didn't catch the wrong person, did they?’
This thought emerged in most people's minds—many had guessed that whoever had the leisure to commit such a major offense must be from the seventh-year group who were about to graduate. But the fact that a first year had played them for so long was truly unacceptable to them.
“It shouldn't be her, should it?”
Finally, someone brought up the problem, but it met with clear opposition.
“Of course it's her! My little sister—we've never discovered that chamber of secrets!”
Fred said with a rather proud tone.
“Should we hand her over to a Professor?”
“Of course. Otherwise, what have we been working so hard for? It's just two chickens killed; half a month of detention will be enough. Consider it Gryffindor's first lesson, taken early.”
George's matter-of-fact reply elicited cheers and whistles from the crowd.
——
In the office, William was issuing commands to the Prefects summoned by the portraits—he was very clear on the priorities: the investigation from Mr. Filch's side versus the apprehension of the suspect.
“Prefects, form groups of two, standing one in front of the other. Do not separate freely. Although Miss Weasley is only a first-year student, her spellcasting skill is almost at graduate level. While it's currently unclear whether this is due to talent or some other reason, I hope you do not underestimate her simply because she is a first-year student.”
“Each seventh-year Prefect will recommend two skilled individuals. I will inform them to coordinate and participate in the manhunt. Upon finding Miss Weasley, immediately use a Stunning Spell or Petrification Charm, or similar spell, to control her. Her control magic might even easily take down an adult wizard like me. You must heighten your vigilance…”
Such commands caused the Prefects to involuntarily focus their gaze on Gryffindor—Percy was looking quite bewildered.
‘Miss Weasley? My sister? Taking down an adult wizard?’
Because the Professor's statements were too alarming, he even forgot to question why Ginny was being sought in a manhunt.
Just as he gathered the courage to ask a question, the door to the office was knocked upon.
“Professor! It's us!”
Noisy shouts came from outside the door, but Percy clearly heard the voices of his two younger brothers who brought shame to the family.
“We caught the perpetrator! It's Ginny!”
The joyful voices of the Weasley Twins came from outside the door.
P.S. One more chapter to go.
Oh, right, I promised to create a chat group yesterday, so I made one. Though I don't know what it's for... I always post as soon as I finish writing, so there's no need to rush me...
Group number: 861-886-316
(end of chapter)
