In the darkness, Harry was back in the windowless hallway, footsteps echoing in the silence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"That damn dream again!" he muttered, trying in vain to follow the steps of Occlumency to close his brain.

Since apologizing to Snape at Aven's suggestion, Harry has restarted his Occlumency lesson.

At that time, the atmosphere in the office was absolutely tense and awkward.

For a few seconds, Harry felt Snape want to pounce and kill himself.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just informed Harry of the new class time.

It seemed to mean forgiveness, which Harry had naively thought and was going to tell Sirius, Aven, and Hermione about it.

But Harry immediately regretted it, and what Snape did next was definitely revenge.

He wouldn't forgive Harry for his apology, and he sent Harry back to class, perhaps to torture and humiliate him even more.

Absolutely, Snape wants to get revenge on Harry, for what Harry's father, Jaime, has done to him in the past.

"It didn't work!" Harry gave up trying to close his mind and walked through the door in front of him.

Behind the door, there was a round house with black walls and a black floor, candles with blue flames, and several doors around it.

Twelve doors, to be exact.

"Which one should I choose?" Harry stared at the doors in front of him, trying to determine which one to enter.

With a loud rumbling bang, the candle began to move to one side, and the circular wall spun.

The dream was getting more and more real, and Harry knew he was deep in his brain, and maybe tonight he could know what he really was for......

It was a good opportunity, and Harry didn't want to pass it up.

Then, as abruptly as at the beginning, the rumble died down and everything was calm again.

Harry's eyes flashed with blue light, and he couldn't see anything else.

The blue light swirled, spinning rapidly, and he was being banished and woke up again.

At the very least, he should have been asked to see what was inside the next door, but it didn't work, and his vision was getting blurrier.

Harry awoke from his slumber, gasping hard, letting the air into his lungs.

Strangely, instead of lying on the familiar and comfortable four-poster bed, he sat on the cold ground.

"Ron?" Harry shouted as he tried to figure out what was going on.

There was no response, could it be that Ron went out with Lavender again?

But what's going on with this burst of echoes?

Harry grew more and more confused, he felt that the ground was smooth, not the rough rocks and floors of Hogwarts.

He tried to stand up, but he didn't succeed, and he was tied to a pillar with a rope......

"Whew, whew!" Harry blinked vigorously so he could see clearly.

In the next second, he shook vigorously and looked at the golden hall in front of him in disbelief.

He's been here before, it's the Ministry of Magic!

"Ministry of Magic, why am I in the Ministry of Magic?!" he jerked awake.

At this moment, apart from him, the spacious main hall on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic was empty.

The light was dimmer than during the day, and there was no fire in the mantelpiece embedded in the wall, which looked cold and terrifying.

Fear and doubt, that's what Harry feels right now, occupy his heart.

His memory is still stuck at Hogwarts, before he fell unconscious.

While having dinner, Harry receives a notification that a member of the Special Operations Team wants to talk to him.

They told him to come to the office at eight o'clock in the evening, which was the former Umbridge office.

In the weeks since Dumbledore was gone, there had been many such conversations, especially after Fred and George had escaped from Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic's Special Operations Team had become more vocal, frequently meeting with the students for conversations.

As soon as they suspect something wrong with you, they will have a conversation and try to find clues from the conversation.

Harry had been interviewed many times, usually by two very old Ministry of Magic officials.

Although he said that he didn't know anything, there was no doubt that the other party was very suspicious of him.

Fudge and the Ministry of Magic thought he knew something, and they saw Harry as a breakthrough to his current troubles.

Harry didn't see any use in doing this, he was just wasting his time.

No matter how many times he talked, he wouldn't be stupid enough to tell where Evan and Hermione were hiding or what D.A. was doing.

Harry had expected this to be the case tonight, but when he walked into the office, he didn't see any other Ministry of Magic officials, only Lucius Malfoy, who was also a member of the Special Operations Team, and he was the one he was most tired of.

Before he could say anything, he fainted in front of his eyes......

Yes, Harry remembered, he was attacked by Malfoy, but why was he at the Ministry of Magic?

It's so strange to be tied up here, what the hell is going on!

Harry had a lot of questions, and the next second, a loud conversation rang out from the statue, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.

"It's useless, I have to have that boy!"

"Then bring him over and put his hand on that damn shelf!" it was a hoarse-sounding woman's voice, "Lucius, you said you brought him here?"

"Yes, as the Dark Lord commands. Lucius' sleek voice rang out, and Harry's heart tightened.

"We've got to hurry, they'll soon find out that Potter is missing!"

"Useless coward, are you afraid?" the woman scoffed.

"No one is not afraid of Dumbledore in the face of ......"

"According to the information we have received, Dumbledore is not in the UK right now. In fact, the main force of the Order of the Phoenix is not there, so we really need to hurry. Lukewood, can you take that thing down as long as Potter gets over?" Malfoy said slowly, "or does he have to volunteer?"

"No resources are needed, and the person involved in it can take it off the shelf without painful torture and hindrance. ”

Harry had heard the voice, he was August Lukewood, the Death Eater who had escaped from Azkaban.

All his blood turned cold, and it was clear that he had been kidnapped from the school by Malfoy and a group of Death Eaters, and in the office, Malfoy had taken advantage of his position to get him over and knock him out.

Through the uncontrolled fireplace, they could easily reach the Ministry of Magic.

Listening to their conversation, the Death Eaters had tied themselves here mainly to get him to a shelf to force something.

That's right, that thing was behind that door, something Voldemort couldn't wait to need.

What is it, could it be some terrible weapon?