Cyrus walked into the Bathroom.
"You're back?" Moaning Myrtle happened to be in the Bathroom that day. She looked rather unhappy, tilting her head as she glared at Ginny. She was not particularly fond of this little girl who was prettier than her.
"You can be quiet, Myrtle." Cyrus pointed his wand at her and gave it a slight flick. "Confundus Charm."
Moaning Myrtle immediately drifted back into the toilet she usually haunted, dazed and seemingly oblivious to his presence.
Cyrus strode over to the tap that never ran, opened his mouth, and spoke in Parseltongue. The Chamber of Secrets opened.
He passed through the long, slimy slide, walked along the muddy stone tunnel littered with rat remains, and opened the second door with Parseltongue...
During this process, Cyrus deliberately freed Ginny's soul. The little girl watched tearfully as Cyrus did all of this, finally stepping into that long, dimly lit room.
She was like a soul torn from its body, like a player unable to control her own character. All she could do was passively watch whatever Cyrus chose to show her-
A room lined with stone pillars carved with great, coiling, intertwined serpents. The towering pillars supported a ceiling lost in the darkness overhead, casting long, eerie shadows across the entire chamber, which was steeped in a mysterious green haze.
Even from a third-person perspective, Ginny still felt utterly terrified.
But what grieved her even more was Cyrus himself.
I was deceived!
Those words flashed sorrowfully through Ginny's mind.
The truth was out. "Mr. Riddle" was the Heir!
Whether it was the attacks fifty years ago or the ones happening now, he had been behind them all!
And to think he had actually put on such a serious face and joined her in "searching for the culprit." Surely