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Looking towards the entrance, Harry suspected who it was. However, he was still alert for surprises, or shocks.
"Harry?... Are you in here?" The familiar voice of Ron Weasley calling ahead of him. His face tense as he peered around the various stalagmites and stalagtites. Myrtle floated towards the new arrival. "Ooh, did you know about this place, too?" she cooed.
"Did you know Harry speaks parseltongue in his sleep?" Ron shot back. A smile on his face.
"We've found something interesting." Myrtle said a spectral grin splitting her face into a rare, and quite beautiful smile.
Cursing internally, Harry hoped for a little more time and privacy before revealing his discovery.
"It's an ancient artefact." She carried on excitedly. "From the original founders."
Hiding his defeated sigh, Harry plucked the Rule book from his deep pocket.
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