If it were possible, Myrtle adopted an even dreamier expression and sighed wistfully, "Harry Potter and his friends," Draco nearly dropped his entire stolen pot of powdered unicorn horn, "it was a few years ago now, back when there was all that ruckus about the Chamber of Secrets being reopened. Do you remember?" Myrtle became weepy now, "That’s how I died, you know? When the chamber was opened last," she sniffed and wiped her eyes.