Waiting is always very difficult, only Harry, Alan and the members of the umbrella are left in the headmaster's room, Alan did not inform Luna of his intention to go to the Ministry of Magic, although in his opinion, Luna's true strength is estimated to have surpassed Penelope, but the other party's personality is easy to fall into a trance makes Alan not feel at ease to let her participate in this kind of battle- He wasn't confident enough to protect three people at once, in fact, if it wasn't for Hermione's strong request, he would even just want to take Penelope, who is experienced in combat, but fortunately, as long as he entangled Voldemort, the other ordinary Death Eaters would no longer be the opponents of these two girls.

From time to time, Harry looked at the old watch in his hand, the soles of his feet tapping the ground from time to time, and he looked restless.

"Harry, you don't need to join the fight at the Ministry of Magic, you just need to protect yourself. However, I think you'll need to learn a more aggressive spell, and if you need to make a move, don't hesitate to use any other weapons than you all the time, and remember that this time it's the Godfather who is there to help you. Alan could see Harry's thoughts at a glance, he felt that it was impossible to learn a spell in such a short time, "I actually used it against that giant squid in the Goblet of Fire tournament last semester, and you will learn this spell very quickly, it's called - Bladeless." "Because Harry has a fragment of Voldemort's soul on him, Harry is actually very talented in learning the dark arts.

Although Harry was impetuous, he was also aroused by Allen's curiosity.

"In a way, it's a hidden, vicious, but powerful, effective black magic. The wand itself doesn't show any obvious signs when the spell is activated, and when you recite the spell, the opponent's skin will bleed as if it had been split by an invisible sword - the part damaged by the spell cannot be regenerated by any other means, but it can be healed by a counterspell - so it is powerful but not considered an unforgivable spell, but this counterspell will be taught to you after the action. ”

Alan glanced at Harry, who sensed that he was a little hesitant to learn the spell of the dark arts. "Harry, the inventor of this spell is a man whom I respect and admire, who gave everything for the people he loved, even though he himself - Voldemort and Dumbledore were using him...... Although I have also taken advantage of him......"

Harry had the impression that Alan was actually a bit arrogant, he had barely seen him say this about others, and Alan even looked a little guilty about it, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?"

"The spell for Blade is Sectumsempra, and the cane is so ......" Alan didn't answer Harry's identity, but directly demonstrated the essentials of the spell to Harry, "Sectums means cutting in Latin, and Sempra is derived from the Latin word Semper - he means alays. What Alan didn't continue to explain to Harry was that Snape's name was Severus, and the first five words Sever also meant cutting, "Now you go over there and practice for a while, and be careful not to cast it on people." ”

At night, through the fireplace near the Ministry of Magic, the group took the phone booth elevator, Ron picked up the phone and dialed the number 62442 - the word "magic" could be spelled out by the old-fashioned mobile phone keyboard, which was the password for the visitor entrance to the Ministry of Magic's visitor phone booth.

After reporting the names and charges to the mechanical female voice, he pinned the badge that had slid out of the metal chute in the phone booth that was supposed to be the exit coin, and when the elevator stalled and opened the sliding door, Harry's heart sank, except for the welcome greeting from the mechanical female voice when he arrived, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was silent, very different from the people he had been in the last trial.

Harry looked at Ron beside him with a calm expression and a stern expression behind him as if asking for help. "It's alright, Harry, it's off time, it's normal for no one. Ron smiled softly at Harry.

The only sound in the main hall was the incessant sound of water from the golden fountain, and the shining jets of water shot out from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the elf's hat, from the ears of the house-elves, and landed in the nearby waterhole.

"If it's late...... He's alive, he's still resisting, I can feel it...... If Voldemort had concluded that Sirius would not give in...... I'll know......" Harry's scar hurt again.

As they made their way through the golden fence gate towards the elevator, Harry's premonition grew stronger. He pressed the button closest to him "Down", and immediately an elevator creaked into existence. With a tinkling sound, the golden fence door gently slid open, and they swarmed in.

Harry clicked the ninth button, and the fence door slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend, and in silence the chain clicked. The elevator stopped, and an indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The fence gate slid open slightly. They came out into the hallway. There was no movement in all directions, only the nearest torches swayed from side to side by the air whipped up by the elevator.

Harry turned to the all-black door. He'd been seeing it in his dreams for months, and now he's finally here.

"It should be this way. He whispered, leading the way down the hallway, while the other four followed him silently. Harry faced the door and stepped forward...... As in a dream, the door opened, and he led the way across the threshold.

They stood in a large circular room. Everything here is dark, including the floor and ceiling. There are many black doors embedded in the surrounding black walls, all of which are identical, with no markings and no handles. The walls are dotted with candles in the form of branches, the flames are blue, and the flickering cold light casts on the shiny marble floor, giving the impression that the water is dark beneath your feet.

"The door closes. Ron whispered.

Neville complied, and a long light shot in from behind them from the hallway where the torches had been lit just now, and now that the light was gone, the room darkened, and all Harry could see was the trembling blue flames on the walls, and their eerie shadows reflected on the ground.

In his dreams, Harry always walked through the room with confidence, towards the door that faced the entrance. But now there are twelve doors around. He looked at the doors across from him, trying to determine which one to enter. At that moment, with a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move to the side. The round walls swirled up. For a few seconds, the walls spun rapidly, and blue flames blurred around them, like neon tubes. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling stopped, and everything returned to calm.

Harry's eyes flashed with blue bands of light, and he couldn't see anything else, Harry was a little confused, "Which door should we enter?"

"That's the ...... over there," Neville said when Ginny glared back. Ron's eyes glanced in a direction where Neville had just looked, and he turned to Harry again, "Harry, what did you see in your dream?"

Harry swallowed, "In the dream, I got out of the elevator and through the door at the end of the hallway, into a dark room, this one, and then I went through another door and into what looked like ...... It's like a glowing house. We should try a few doors," he said quickly, "and I'll know if we find the right one." Fast. ”

He strode over to the door across from him, the others following closely. He placed his left hand on the cold, shiny door, raised his wand, and prepared to attack as soon as the door opened, then pushed hard.

The door opened at once.

After the darkness of the first room, they felt that the rectangular room looked much brighter with a few lamps hanging from the ceiling with gold chains, but it did not have the flickering, flickering lights that Harry had seen in his dreams. The room was empty, with only a few tables, and in the center there was a huge glass tank large enough for a few of them to swim in it, and inside was a dark green liquid, and many pearly white things floated lazily around in it.

Neville leaned over to the tank and looked through the walls of the tank, where the things glowed with an eerie light, floating in the depths of the green liquid, flickering and flickering, looking like slimy cauliflower.

Harry wiped his glasses and looked to his side uncertainly, "Are these a fish?"

"Can you eat it?" asked Neville.

Flegg kicked Neville in the leg, "Stupid, these things are brains. ”

"I know. Neville shrugged his shoulders, muttered and walked away from Flegg for a distance.

"Let's get out of here," said Harry, "it's not right here, we need to find another door to try." ”

When they were back in the dark round room. Ginny walked last, gesturing her wand in the air, "Marker revealed!" and a flaming red X appeared on the door. The door slammed shut, followed by a loud rumble, and the walls began to spin rapidly. But this time, there was a large blur of golden red in the middle of a patch of blue. By the time everything was fixed, the flaming X was still burning, indicating that they had already tried the door.

Harry hurried to the opposite door, followed by the others, still holding his wand and pushing the door open.

The room was larger than the one before, dimly lit, rectangular in shape, and hollowed in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room was surrounded by tiered rows of stone benches on which they stood at the very top, and those stone benches extended at a steep angle, much like a circular theater, and like the courtroom where Harry was on trial at Wizengamot. But there was no chain chair in the center of the pit, only a large high stone platform with a stone arch erected on it, which looked very old, dilapidated and decayed. There was no wall around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or curtain hung from it, which, though there was not a hint of breeze in the cold air, fluttered gently, as if someone had just touched it.

Ron jumped briskly from the rows of stone benches to the bottom of the rocks in the pit. He walked slowly towards the high platform, his footsteps echoing loudly. From here, the pointed arch looks much taller than when you look down from above. The curtain was still swaying gently, as if someone had just passed through it. He had a very strange feeling, as if a cold being had discovered his presence behind the arch and was spying on his group.

"Someone whispered from behind there. Harry came to Ron's side and said, frowning as he looked at the curtains that even made him feel like they were fluttering gently, and whispered, "Sirius?"

"Not Sirius. Ron replied affirmatively, "Harry, before the second Minister of Magic, Damocles Rohr, came into office in 1718 and made a deal with the Dementors to use Azkaban to hold and punish prisoners, this veil was used as a death chamber, and if you walked through the veil, you would be dead, and no one would come back alive." ”

The murmuring seemed to get louder and louder, and the others noticed that Harry hadn't heard Ron's explanation, but had one foot on the platform and was walking towards the archway, his gaze obsessively fixed on the fluttering drapery.

Neville picked up Harry and carried them back to the stone bench at the bottom, and everyone climbed up to the door, Ron looked back at the place called the Hall of Death, he nodded in satisfaction before withdrawing his gaze and casting a color on Ginny beside him, who decisively printed a burning X on the door and returned to the dark circular room.

Harry came back to his senses in a trance, his face a little scared and curious, the room almost made him forget what he had come here for.

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