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The Chamber of Secrets
Hecouldn’tnotgo,notnowtheyhadfoundtheentrancetotheChamber,notiftherewaseventhefaintest,slimmest,wildestchancethatGinnymightbealive.
"Metoo,"saidRon.
Therewasapause.
"Well,youhardlyseemtoneedme,"saidLockhart,withashadowofhisoldsmile."I’lljust—"
Heputhishandonthedoorknob,butRonandHarrybothpointedtheirwandsathim.
"Youcangofirst,"Ronsnarled.
White-facedandwandless,Lockhartapproachedtheopening.
"Boys,"hesaid,hisvoicefeeble."Boys,whatgoodwillitdo?"
Harryjabbedhiminthebackwithhiswand.Lockhartslidhislegsintothepipe.
"Ireallydon’tthink-"hestartedtosay,butRongavehimapush,andheslidoutofsight. Harryfollowedquickly.Heloweredhimselfslowlyintothepipe,thenletgo.
Itwaslikerushingdownanendless,slimy,darkslide. Hecouldseemorepipesbranchingoffinalldirections,butnoneaslargeastheirs,whichtwistedandturned,slopingsteeplydownward, andheknewthathewasfallingdeeperbelowtheschoolthaneventhedungeons. BehindhimhecouldhearRon,thuddingslightlyatthecurves.
Andthen,justashehadbeguntoworryaboutwhatwouldhappenwhenhehittheground, thepipeleveledout,andheshotoutoftheendwithawetthud,landingonthedampfloorofadarkstonetunnellargeenoughtostandin. Lockhartwasgettingtohisfeetalittlewaysaway,coveredinslimeandwhiteasaghost. HarrystoodasideasRoncamewhizzingoutofthepipe,too.
