Minerva and Flitwick searched Kelly Walton's dormitory, hoping to find some clues. Instead, they found many love poems:
"Your voice is like an Augurey heralding sweet rain."
"I am your loyal and lovable Crup."
"My heart has fallen under your spell."
And so on. Yet according to those in the know, Kelly had no lover.
Though Kelly did not wear glasses like Myrtle, she was rather plain-looking, reminding people of a bulldog, and she had a bad temper too. In any case, no one would have wanted to mock her appearance the way they did Hongbei.
The last time anyone saw her, she had been in the library corridor, skipping along as if hurrying to a date.
"So what are we looking for?"
After searching the library from top to bottom, Pomona asked.
Severus was looking around as well.
Everything here was perfectly normal. There was simply no sign of any clue.
There was a portrait of the Grey Lady in the corridor, but asking her would probably get them nowhere, because it was only a portrait.
The art style was different from that of the era when the Grey Lady had been alive. It looked more like something painted by an artist after the Renaissance.
"Could she have been taken to the Chamber of Secrets?" Pomona asked.
He looked at her in surprise.
"You mean Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?"
"What other Chamber of Secrets is there?"
He glared at her, as if saying that possibility was absurd.
"Then perhaps we could look for secret passages," Pomona suggested cautiously. "Maybe she's in one of them."
"We only know some of the secret passages. Miss Walton may be in one we don't know about," Severus said.
"Then what do we do?" she asked, hopping anxiously.
At a time like this, he