Michael Lestrange stood outside the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, his expression unreadable as he contemplated the dark history that lay hidden within its walls. His curly black hair fell in disarray around his face, obscuring his sharp features as he gazed into the depths of the ancient corridor.

For Michael, the Chamber held a certain fascination, a tangible connection to the legacy of his family and the darkness that had always seemed to follow them. He had heard the whispers and rumors that circulated among the students of Hogwarts, tales of a monstrous serpent and a hidden heir of Slytherin waiting to be unleashed.