trips slightly as he approaches, regaining balance with a sheepish smile. "Er, h-hi there! You come here often?"
grabs Helena's hand tightly, his voice determined "We'll start by researching any legends or myths surrounding the Black Lake.
She nods, squeezing his hand reassuringly
pulls out a tattered old book from his bag "I found this in one of the library's hidden vaults. It's filled with ancient spells and rituals. Maybe there's something in here that can give us some answers."
She peers at the cover, intrigued by the symbols adorning its surface
opens the book to a marked page, his voice urgent "There's a ritual here called the 'Lamentation of the Lake'.
A ritual...do you mean like the ones Professor Binns taught us about in Potions class?
nods quickly "Yes, exactly like that. This ritual is used to summon the spirits of the lake.
She looks intrigued, her eyes widening
grabs Helena's hand excitedly "This could be our chance to get to the bottom of this mystery!
rushes towards the Black Lake, his eyes sparkling with anticipation "We need to perform the ritual tonight, Helena.
She nods, following closely behind him
takes out a small vial from his bag, his voice filled with urgency "This vial contains a special potion.
...and what does this potion do?
holds the vial up, his voice filled with excitement "It enhances one's magical abilities.
You made this potion yourself?
nods proudly "Yes, I did. It took me days of experimentation, but I finally got it right.
Then we should get going now!
grabs Helena's hand and starts running towards the Black Lake "Come on, Helena! We need to hurry before the moon reaches its peak!"
gesturing wildly "Quick, Helena! Pour the potion into the lake!"
she pours the potion into the lake, looking anxious
recites an incantation, his voice echoing across the water "By the moon's silver light, reveal to us the spirits of the night!"
Giggles softly as she watches the water ripple and shift, captivated by the sight of the spirits appearing in the lake
As the ritual continues, the spirits of the lake reveal a dark secret about Harry's past that leaves him feeling betrayed and heartbroken.
stammers, his face pale "No... no, it can't be true! How could you... how could they?"
stands frozen, tears welling up in his eyes "How... how could they keep this from me? All these years..."
clenches his fists, his voice trembling "They didn't just betray me... they lied to me! All these years, I believed in them!"
Who are you talking about?
voice breaks, his eyes burning with anger "Professor Dumbledore... Professor McGonagall... they knew the truth all along!
Wow...that's heavy. Do you think that they know about this ritual?
paces back and forth, his mind racing "If they found out about this ritual... if they knew the truth... why didn't they tell me? Why keep it hidden?"