"No!" Harry fell to his knees again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His face was buried in the palm of his hand, and his brain ached, as if someone was trying to pull it out of his skull.

"Get up!" snapped Snape, "you didn't do it, you didn't try!"

Harry stood up, his heart pounding.

Across from him, Snape looked paler and angrier than usual, though far less angry than Harry.

"I tried. He said through gritted teeth.

"No, you didn't, I told you to throw away your feelings!"

"Really? I find it hard to do right now. Harry yelled.

"Then you're easily taken advantage of by the Dark Lord!" said Snape cruelly, "proud, emotional fools don't control their feelings, and indulge in horrible, sad memories that make themselves so easily irritated. In a word, Potter, the weak, they are vulnerable to his magic! You are like that, he can easily invade your mind!"

"I'm not weak. Harry whispered, furious and thinking he might soon beat Snape.

"Then prove it!!" Snape reprimanded, "restrain your anger and take care of your brain!

He watched as Uncle Vernon nailed the letterbox to the ground, and a hundred Dementors floated towards him from the opposite side.

Then he came to the windowless hallway, a dream he had dreamed many times before.

But this time it wasn't a dream, Harry went back to the day he and Evan went to the Ministry of Magic for trial, August 12th.

Mr. Weasley hurried with him and Aven to the underground courtroom, where they passed the same place.

Harry tried to enter, but Mr. Weasley led him and Aven to the left and down the stone steps.

"I know!

Harry threw himself on the floor of Snape's office again, his scar pricking like a pinprick.

He propped himself up and saw Snape glaring at him with his wand in hand, and this time Snape seemed to remove the spell before Harry could resist.

"What's going on, Potter?" he asked, staring at Harry.

"I see, I remember. Harry gasped, "I just realized!"

"Realize what?" Snape asked sharply.

Harry didn't answer right away, rubbing his forehead, still recalling the dizzying epiphany of that moment.

For months, he often dreamed of a windowless hallway with a locked door at the end.

But he never realized it was a real place, and now that he recalled, he realized that it was the same corridor he had passed through as he and Mr. Aven and Mr. Weasley rushed to the courtroom, which led to the Department of Mysteries, and Voldemort wanted to enter.

"What's in the Department of Mysteries?" he looked up at Snape.

"What did you say?" Snape asked softly, and Harry was pleased to see that he was a little flustered.

"I say, what's in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, Professor?"

"Why do you ask this?" asked Snape slowly.

"Because. Harry stared at Snape to see how he reacted, "The corridor I saw, I've been dreaming about for months, and I've just realized that it leads to the Department of Mysteries, and I think Voldemort longs to get there......"

"Don't say the name of the Dark Lord!"

They glared at each other, and Harry's scar burned again, but he ignored it.

Snape seemed a little nervous, but he tried to pretend to be cold and indifferent when he spoke.

"There's a lot of stuff in the Department of Mysteries, Potter, many, many, far more than you can imagine, but there's not a few things you can figure out, and none of them are none of your business, have I made it clear?"

"Clear. Harry said, still rubbing the scar, it was getting more and more painful.

"Very well, that's it for today, I want you to come over at the same time on Wednesday and we continue to practice. ”

"Okay. Harry said he couldn't wait to leave Snape's office and find Aven, Ron, and Hermione.

"You have to get rid of all emotions every night before you go to bed, so that your mind is blank and calm, you see?"

"Understood. Harry said, but he barely listened.

"Be careful, Potter, I'll know if you've practiced. ”

"Yes. Harry whispered. He threw his bag over his shoulder and walked briskly towards the door.

As the door opened, he looked back at Snape, who was facing away from Harry, using his wand to pluck his thoughts out of the meditation basin and carefully put them back in his head.

Harry gently closed the door, the scar still aching suddenly.

Eventually, Harry found Avan, Hermione, Elaine, and Ron in the library.

Elaine is flipping through a book about the history of vampire births, while Aven, Hermione, and Ron are doing their homework.

In order to O.w.Ls the exams, other students were also there, almost all of them in the fifth grade.

They all sat at the lamp-lit table, their noses on their books, and their quill brushes brushing wildly.

Outside the window, it was getting darker, and the only sound was the clattering of Mrs. Pince's shoes.

She roamed the aisles menacingly, exhaling into the necks of those touching her precious books.

Harry was shivering, his scar was still aching, and he felt a little feverish.

"Oh my God, you look bad, Harry!" Ron said.

"What's the matter, what did he do to you?" Evan asked.

"Are you alright, Harry?" asked Hermione in a whisper, a worried expression.

Looking at Harry's appearance, Snape's solo tutoring was really bad, what happened between them?

Elaine put down the book and looked up at Harry.

"I'm fine!" Harry said, frowning in pain, "I'll tell you something. ”

He looked around and told me what he had just seen and thought.

Evan also frowned, Harry finally knew about this, what would Dumbledore do?!

Will he take Aven's advice, he should now take Kalesis to Grindelwald for treatment, and when the vampire is done, it will be the turn of the Ministry of Magic's prophecy orb, which is something Voldemort must get.

But to be honest, judging from the current situation, Voldemort's side is a little weaker.

His army had not yet been formed, and the Death Eaters, who were most heartfelt to him, were still imprisoned in Azkaban.

He was on par with Dumbledore, but he was restrained by Harry, and his wand didn't work against him.

The statue of the evil god was eaten to death by Aven, and now the decisive battle will be held, and Voldemort has little chance of winning.

The only thing he could lean on now was the Horcrux, and until the Horcrux was completely destroyed, he was immortal.

In particular, he made the Evil God Statue into a Horcrux, which was very troublesome, and it was very difficult to destroy.

Originally, it was protected by the power of the evil gods, but now that the power of the Horcrux has been increased, it is difficult to destroy it with magic alone.

Evan felt that he should find a way to get an unbeatable weapon.

Of course, this is only a comparison of strength on the surface, the horror of the evil god has not yet been revealed, and the horror of Voldemort has not been reflected, an evil existence that does not even want his own body in order to live forever and conquer the world, no one can guarantee that under the guidance of the evil god, he will transform himself into a monster.

Therefore, the sooner the decisive battle is carried out, the better it will be for them, and if Voldemort does not give a chance, then create it himself.