You hold perfectly still in the shadow, every breath measured as the blue candlelight flickers across the hidden room. The two robed figures speak in hurried fragments, their voices slipping between anger and fear as they hover over the open book. You catch a few words — wards, passage, and tonight — enough to know they are planning something dangerous inside Hogwarts. Your scar throbs in sharp agreement, and the chamber feels suddenly smaller, as if the walls are leaning in to hear with you.

One figure traces a finger along the chalk symbols, and the candles answer with a colder burn. The other glances toward the stairs, and for a heartbeat you think they may have sensed you, but they only continue whispering in a lower, more urgent tone. The book on the table glows faintly at the edges, its pages trembling as if stirred by an unseen wind. Whatever they are opening or hiding, it is close to happening, and you have only seconds to decide how to act.