Professor McGonagall's office was already filled with people waiting for them, including Dumbledore, who had just returned to Hogwarts, and the Weasley family.
When they entered the office, the atmosphere was steeped in bleak silence. Then, a scream suddenly rang out from beside the fireplace—"Ginny!"
It was Mrs. Weasley. She had been sitting by the fire, weeping. Now she sprang to her feet, with Mr. Weasley close behind her. Both of them stretched out their arms and embraced their beloved daughter. Harry looked past them into the room and saw Professor Dumbledore standing before the mantelpiece with a smile on his face.
"Can someone explain exactly what happened?" Professor McGonagall demanded sternly.
Skylar smiled faintly and said with composed ease, "Professor, this is what happened. On the third floor, I happened to see Miss Weasley enter that girls' bathroom, which had been abandoned for a long time. Her behavior was obviously strange, and my instincts told me something was very wrong—Miss Weasley was likely being controlled by some kind of Dark Arts magic I did not understand. Concerned for her safety, I quietly followed Miss Weasley into the bathroom. I never expected to witness something unbelievable—"
"Miss Weasley said something to the tap that I could not understand. It sounded a little like Parseltongue, though I could not be sure. Then the entire sink vanished, revealing the entrance to a pipe large enough for one person to crawl into. To be honest, I was rather afraid at the time, and recklessness is not the Slytherin way. My first thought was to leave immediately and report the matter to Professor Snape."
"Mr. Malfoy, that is indeed what you should have done! You are only a student and should not have rashly entered an unknown place that might have been dangerous. But