"So, the so-called Chamber of Secrets where no one was ever allowed to enter, actually sealed away nothing more than a single tiny vial of Felix Felicis and the portrait of a... madman who split his soul bare-handed?"
Severus sat on the sofa, holding a teacup, took a light sip, and looked at Camelia, who was standing by the large window.
Camelia held a golden vial of Felix Felicis between her fingers, lifting it up against the morning light outside the window, and examined it carefully using the light filtering into the dim room: "You could certainly put it that way, Severus."
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