All the heroes of the story at the time of the events taking place in it turned 18 years old.

- Harry, is that you?

- Yes, I, quietly.

- Where is Ron?

- He will not be today, he stayed with Snape to work out.

- Maybe then postpone?

- Come on, we're only exploring. We need to understand whether this card is worth anything!

- Well, I do not know, but Ron will not be offended at us later?

“Well, I haven’t told him anything yet.” Tomorrow I will tell, or will you tell him yourself?

- OK let's see. Be careful, the steps are high.

- Thank. Hermione, help you?

- No, it is not necessary, everything is fine. So, look here the descent and it seems the second turn to the right. Seen bad ...

- Lumus!

- Yeah thanks! Yes, we are here.

The corridor walls, made of huge stones, were lost in the dark. The huge castle was asleep, and two small figures in the mantles of the students made their way along the forgotten stairs, illuminating the way with a spell. The farther they went down - the stronger the stone walls were covered with gray moss in the dark, serpentine cracks appeared in the floor more often, and the ceiling went down lower and lower, reaching at arm's length.

“Hermione, how long are we going?”

“I don’t know, maybe twenty minutes, but why?”

“Just wondering how far we've come down.”

- Harry, Stop! Listen ...

- What happened?

- Harry, I think someone is following us. I heard?

- Hmm, no. Do not you think?

- May be. Although, stop, again - do you hear?

- Quiet, don't move! I'll go take a look.

Dark hair, glasses, a wand and green eyes - Harry Potter, he extinguished the spell and sneaked away in the darkness of the corridor. The darkness that had come was not absolute, but it was no longer possible to discern anything on the map. With her back to the wall, Hermione Granger immediately recoiled, feeling her gorgeous hair clinging to the sticking stone. From the darkness, a silhouette appeared silently, speaking in Harry's voice:

- No, no one is there! Maybe rats?

- I do not know. Maybe. Or ghosts, maybe Peeves ...

- May be. Ok, go ahead?

- Come on. There is not far left.

- Wow, look what a hall! Just like our living room! Furniture, candles ...

- Dark truth, Lumus!

- Damn, the output is littered. We will not go further.

“What kind of pedestal is this?” As for the statue, but nothing.

- Most likely, this is something magical. I in the library in some book saw exactly the same.

- Let's see what's behind the doors.

“Well, oh, Harry, that seems to be what Flitwick was talking about — remember?” What a huge storeroom. And it seems to me conservation spells did not weaken at all.

- Similarly, the apple is completely fresh.

- Do you think it is not dangerous to eat it?

- Well, this is the stock of products. But I would not touch those rods.

- Hmm, there was another door at the beginning of the hall. I'll see what's there

- Yes, probably another pantry, go if you want, I'm here while I rummage.

- Here, you guys just to eat.

* * *

“Yes, Miss Patil, did you want to ask something?” - Professor Flitwick, interrupted in the middle of a long historical excursion dedicated to some of the old spells, their authors, and smoothly leaping on the identity of the founders of the school.

“Professor, we all read the history of Hogwarts Castle, and it says that the school was founded by four founders and first deans of faculties 800 years ago, but Miss Granger says she found in the books a mention that the castle is over a thousand years old.

- Hmm, well, this is not a simple question. Yes, the school was founded 800 years ago, but did not arise from the void. Hogwarts is a special place. And in fact, no one knows how old this castle is.It is said that at the time of its foundation there were picturesque ruins here, and the new castle naturally used what was already there - the foundation, basements and part of the walls. Unfortunately, plans and maps of the basements of Hogvatsa do not exist to this day, and no one knows exactly what can be found there. That is why, students are not allowed to independently visit the cellars of the castle.

- Professor Flitwick, and if there is another secret room?

- Mr. Potter, are you already eager to arrange new searches? Vryat there you can find something just as interesting. But something just as dangerous is easy. You know, the ruins here were formed for a reason. The castle is not just under siege during wars. At the same time, there were many secret underground and magic passages, which were used both by the defenders and their opponents. Naturally, such moves were hidden and defended in every way. And there is a high probability, to find an underground passage, which has been filled up for a thousand years, but at the same time to fall into some clever trap, after which even ashes will not remain from you.

- Professor, do you say so about this, that you yourself have found something like that?

“Hm, actually I shouldn't tell you this, but I think there are no special secrets here.” Several times in the castle were secret rooms, which apparently prepared in case of a siege. There were stocks of food, weapons, and various magical amulets that were apparently intended to be used for protection. But alas, too much time has passed. Protective and preserving spells fell apart long ago, products disappeared long ago, and amulets were mostly discharged. Yes, these are certainly great places to learn old spells and artifacts, but also very dangerous ...

* * *

- So, so Potter, and what are you with "this", forgotten in the basement at night? - Draco Malfoy's voice came from behind completely unexpectedly.

Harry spun around, grabbing his wand, but he couldn't do anything.

- Expelliarmus! “Malfoy stood in the pantry’s doorway and now held one stick in each hand, pointing his own at Harry. - Let your wand stay with me

“Where did you come from here, Malfoy?”

- Get out of the pantry and without tricks! Imagine how Professor Snape will be glad when I bring you to him? - Draco smirked and said dreamily, - you can even be expelled from school, everything will be cleaner.

“You're a jerk, Malfoy, where is Hermione?” - Harry tensely looked at the slezienets, gently moving in the direction of the big rack, with several clearly magical wands.

- This Mudblood? Yes there, at the beginning of the hall lying. She didn’t even get a wand, Draco smirked smugly.

- Here you are freak Malfoy! She can catch a cold here on the rocks! - Harry clenched his fists and took a couple of steps forward, being right in front of the bar.

“Hey, Potter, what the fuck are you doing!” Leave this rod alone! “Draco finally noticed Harry’s maneuvers.” - Stuperfay! O devil!

The red clot slipped from Malfoy's wand, but Harry was ready for this and instantly dodged. Here are just stand with rods was not so clever. The spell smashed the old furniture into slivers, and the rods rolled across the floor. One of them suddenly shrouded in a blue haze and began to glow, making a buzzing sound. Malfoy's eyes dramatically increased in size and he did not even turn around, literally rolling out of the storeroom. Harry, too, wisely ran out the door, following suit. But it was too late.

A wave of bright blue glow swept through the hall. Instantly the candles flashed, something with a crash fell. In the center of the hall, a strange pedestal threw up a sheaf of sparks, a transparent blue ball appeared around it, which began to expand rapidly, seizing the entire hall. From it remained a slight tingling on the skin.

A new sheaf of sparks, and another expanding ball. Only now, it was expanding somehow slowly and with noticeable distortion. Suddenly, a large piece broke off the pedestal, and with a slight rustle scattered on the floor in the sand. The new blue ball stopped expanding and the bright film froze, blocking the hall almost in the middle.

Forgetting everything, Draco stood looking at the transformed hall. Both sticks ...