The next morning's copy of the Daily Prophet confirmed it all.
HOGWARTS HEADMASTER SUSPENDED Ministry Moves in After Third Attack
It was front-page news. A large moving photograph of Dumbledore, looking as stern as ever, was accompanied by a bold headline that sent shivers down many spines. The article quoted several members of the school board, all emphasizing that they had taken this decision "with great regret" but "in the interest of student safety."
Elias read the entire thing over breakfast without saying a word.
Draco, however, was jubilant.
"Look at this!" he said, holding up the paper. "It's about time someone did something. Dumbledore was losing control — now maybe we'll get someone who knows what they're doing."
Daphne gave him a side-eye. "You're awfully enthusiastic about this."
"Well, aren't you tired of all the attacks?" Draco said defensively. "Father says this is the only way to restore order."
Elias folded the paper and placed it neatly beside his plate. He didn't share Draco's excitement. Not because he had any personal allegiance to Dumbledore — far from it. But he understood balance, and the scales had just been tipped dangerously.
Later that evening, Elias returned to the Slytherin common room and sat by the fire, staring into the flames. Daphne joined him after a while, curling up in the nearby chair.
"Do you think things will settle now?" she asked quietly.
Elias didn't respond immediately.
"No," he said at last.
She didn't ask him to explain. Somehow, she knew he was right.
Next few weeks passes as everyone was on fear as dumbledore leaves the school but slytherin was worry free and showing off.
But Elias was planning something , yes Elias was after slyrherin legacy which might be in secret chamber for that Elias need Parseltongue but he did not have so, Elias observe Harry potter and Ron weasely so he can follow when these two go to Secret room .
One day Elias watch Harry and Ron going insude the girls Bathroom, so After some time elias go inside ,
The whispers of the ancient founder echoed faintly through Elias's thoughts as he stood in the quiet, torch-lit corridor outside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The scent of damp stone and mildew clung to the air. The events of the past few weeks—the petrifications, Dumbledore's removal, Hagrid's arrest—had culminated in a tension that seemed to pull at every wall of the castle.
But Elias wasn't here to lament.
He had prepared.
Slipping a small, ornate silver ring onto his finger, he activated the enchantment layered into the obsidian inlay. The magic shimmered around him, folding light and shadow, until he was no longer visible. The ring was a gift from his grandfather's personal collection—an upgraded variant of a Disillusionment Charm mixed with concealment wards. Unlike the common Cloak of Invisibility, it masked both sight and magical presence. Even the wards around Hogwarts wouldn't detect him unless he wanted to be found.
And now, his eyes followed two familiar figures as they slipped inside the girls' bathroom: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Perfect.
He moved without a sound, keeping close to the wall. Myrtle's wailing ceased as soon as the trio disappeared into the hidden tunnel. Elias waited for the hatch in the bathroom floor to slide open, and after a moment, he silently followed, jumping down and cushioning his fall with a feather-light charm.
The tunnel was long, musty, filled with bones and the decay of time. As he followed at a safe distance, he let his senses expand—magic was thick in the air, oppressive and ancient. Whatever had been sealed down here wasn't merely a creature; this was the echo of a legacy.
Eventually, they reached the vast chamber—the Chamber of Secrets itself.
Elias stood behind one of the large serpent pillars as Ron and Harry approached the stone statue of Salazar Slytherin. He watched as the events unfolded just like he had known they would: Ginny Weasley lay motionless near the statue, and the transparent form of a boy—Tom Riddle—emerged from the shadows, revealing his twisted identity.
"Voldemort," Elias mouthed quietly, narrowing his eyes.
The giant serpent erupted from its resting place, summoned by Parseltongue. Harry, armed only with a sword granted by Fawkes, battled the creature. Elias remained hidden, his ring's magic holding strong. The basilisk was a threat to many… but Elias had no fear. He was a pureblood—a fact that had kept him safe thus far—and his aura exuded no aggression. The basilisk never sensed him.
He observed everything.
The battle, the phoenix's tears healing Harry, the death of the diary-bound Riddle.
As the chamber grew silent once more, Elias remained still until Ron and Harry began making their way back with the revived Ginny. Only once they had fully left the chamber did he step forward, letting the shadows peel away like old parchment.
His boots echoed slightly as he approached the statue of Salazar Slytherin. Something in the air had changed—subtle, but present. The stone beneath his feet felt warmer, almost as if it pulsed with residual energy.
Then, he saw it.
At the base of the statue, partially hidden behind the folds of Slytherin's stone robes, a small archway had appeared. Not visible to the others, hidden behind an enchantment keyed to a certain magical signature—or perhaps only visible to those who had been watching all along.
The doorway was sealed tight, without a handle or keyhole, but Elias felt the tingle of ancient wards.
He pressed his palm to the cold stone and let his magic pulse outward, reaching into the locks of the past.
"Aperi Hereditas," he whispered, channeling his power.
A faint golden light traced the shape of his handprint, and the doorway slowly creaked open, revealing a narrow spiral stairwell descending deeper underground.
The hidden spiral staircase descended into darkness—an unnatural blackness that even wandlight struggled to pierce. Elias Blackthorn, undeterred, muttered, "Lumos Maxima," and a bright, concentrated beam illuminated the path ahead.
The deeper he went, the heavier the air became. The magic here was old—older than even the founders' era, it seemed. This was not simply a forgotten room… it was a sealed archive.
The stairs ended at a rounded stone archway that opened into a long, narrow chamber. Torches along the wall flickered to life as he stepped in, their green-blue flames casting eerie shadows along towering bookshelves. The air smelled of dust, parchment, and the faint, metallic scent of preserved ink.
"A hidden library…" Elias whispered to himself, reverently.
He paced forward slowly, his eyes scanning the thick tomes and bound manuscripts lining the walls. Many were in decayed, ancient bindings, and most bore inscriptions in archaic runes and languages that hadn't been spoken in centuries. His pulse quickened—not with fear, but with purpose.
He reached into his robes and pulled out his Untraceable Expansion Satchel—a highly enchanted, black dragon-hide bag layered with anti-trace, anti-theft, and expansion runes. These types of bags, much more advanced than the typical Undetectable Extension Charm, were a Blackthorn family specialty. Only someone with the proper magical signature could open or detect it.
Elias opened the satchel with a small twist of magic, and one by one, he began carefully collecting the documents. Each manuscript, scroll, and volume that seemed readable or significant disappeared into the satchel's enchanted void.
Some bore the serpentine symbol of Slytherin; others had no titles, just complex sigils etched into the leather. One scroll, wrapped in silver string, seemed to resonate slightly when Elias touched it—a spell of great power or forbidden knowledge, no doubt.
After several minutes of careful collection, Elias paused and glanced around the chamber for anything else—artifacts, enchanted objects, or even a hidden passage beyond. But the room remained still. Silent. Waiting.
He frowned slightly. "Nothing else visible…"
It was possible the rest of Slytherin's legacy was encrypted in these texts—or perhaps, this was merely the surface of something greater.
But there was no time to linger.
Elias suddenly remembered the situation above. Harry and Ron would have already found their way out. Fawkes would have flown them back. Ginny would have been saved. And Dumbledore—clever and far too alert—would have already returned to Hogwarts.
And if any professor found out about the open entrance or lingering magical traces…
"No time," Elias muttered.
With a final glance over the shelves, he stepped back into the stairwell and sealed the door behind him with a quiet "Clausura Arcanum." The chamber vanished behind solid stone once more, the entrance hidden from sight and warded with complex magic only he now understood.
Retracing his steps, he made his way out of the main Chamber of Secrets, carefully avoiding the trail left behind by Potter and Weasley. The petrified basilisk lay still, its immense form already beginning to decompose now that the magic animating it had died with the diary.
By the time Elias exited the tunnel and returned to the upper levels of the castle, the faint sounds of footsteps echoed down the corridor—Aurors? Professors? He couldn't be sure.
He activated his concealment ring once more and slipped away into the shadows.
Back in his private Slytherin quarters, Elias finally breathed easily again.
As he extinguished the lights and lay down in bed, the echo of Salazar Slytherin's snake-carved library burned in his mind like flame.
Tomorrow, the world would go on about Harry Potter and his victory.