Harry hadn't taken a brain defense class since the incident of peeking into Snape's memory, and of course he had hoped for it, and as the headaches became more and more frequent, he seemed to be able to sense Voldemort's feelings more and more, and for several nights he dreamed of the same scene, it was very dark all around, but he could see the objects around him flickering with a strange, colored light, it was a long narrow corridor with a door at the end of the corridor, he was so eager to pass through that door, he wanted to get the thing behind the door. Unfortunately, whenever he approached the door, he would wake up.

"Cool! Man, you're peering into the Dark Lord's mind! When Ron found out, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"But what is he looking for?" Harry cared more about something else.

"Maybe it's a weapon, a weapon that will allow him to defeat Dumbledore." Ron guessed.

Is it? Harry had a vague feeling that this was not the case, and he felt that it seemed to have something to do with him.

"So, Harry, shall we take this to Dumbledore? This may be important. Ron said.

Harry remembered the last time he saw Dumbledore, the other party's attitude was indifferent, "No, we can't be sure if this information is true or false, can we?" ”

"And did you forget? I shouldn't be able to feel Voldemort's mind right now. "Ron also knew about Harry's participation in Snape's brain defense class, he was the only friend he could talk to now, Hermione had already parted ways with them, and his mind was on Gurris.

Ron was about to say something, but Harry interrupted him rudely, "Isn't there still the omnipotent Guris?" If anything happens, he'll inform Dumbledore! ”

Ron stopped talking, he seemed to have some hazy feelings for Hermione since the last Yule Ball, and now Hermione and Guris are getting closer and closer, but farther and farther away from them, which makes him also have a little resistance to Guris in his heart, Harry had found a statuette of Guris under his bed, which he bought at the Quidditch World Cup, and now the statue's arm has been broken.

As the semester drew to a close, Harry's dreams grew more frequent, and now he had opened the door to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, which he had stumbled upon in a dream.

Unfortunately, behind this door, there are other doors, and the whole Department of Mysteries is like a labyrinth, thanks to this, Voldemort's anger has been very strong lately, and Harry can feel his annoyance and impatience, accompanied by the pain of his scar like fire.

In addition, Voldemort's getting closer and closer to his goal also worried him, he was not sure whether he should tell Dumbledore about it, it was one thing to be angry, it was another thing to really want Voldemort to get that thing, he still couldn't trust Guris.

Soon he didn't bother with these things, though, and the end of fifth year was approaching, which meant that their OWLs exams were near, as there was no Hermione urging them, and he and Ron were the last to start studying at Gryffindor. They now had to stay up late almost every night, spending every exam in a trance, and Harry was desperate to give up.

The final exam, the history of magic, did not begin until the afternoon. Although Harry was eager to go back to bed after breakfast, he had been studying for the last minute in the pre-exam arena and had almost overslept in the lounge.

He and Ron rushed into the exam room almost at the same time as the bell rang.

He started the first question, but before he could think of a word in his head after a few seconds, there was only a buzzing bee disturbing his thoughts. Slowly, in a tortuous way, he finally began to write the answers.

He found it hard to remember the confusing names and dates. He only skipped question 4 (from your point of view, whether the 18th century goblin rebellion was caused by a law that better governed wands), considering that he would eventually have time to go back. He tried to answer the fifth question (how many secret decrees were issued in 1749 to prevent multiple standards for units of measurement), but he had a critical conjecture that he missed several points; He had a feeling that a vampire should be somewhere in the story.

He looked up for a question he could simply answer, and his eyes fell on the number 10 (describing the establishment of the World Federation of Wizards and explaining why the wizards of Liechtenstein were against joining?). )

"I know this," Harry thought,

He closed his eyes again and tried his best to think about recalling them, the Federation met for the first time in France, yes, he had already written

The goblin tried to participate and was banished. He also wrote.

There were also no Liechtenstein participants.

"Think," he told himself, putting his face on his hands as all the people around him kept writing and the sand in the hourglass in front of him was still draining.

He walked forward again down the cold, dark hallway leading to the Department of Mysteries, walking steadily and steadily, with occasional trotting moments, before finally he reached his destination. The black door swayed open for him as usual, and he stood in a circular room with many portals.

Walking straight up the stone steps through the second door, the lights beating on the walls and floor ticked mechanically, but there was no time to visit, he had to hurry.

He took a few last steps to the third door, which was hidden for him like the others.

He came to the big room full of shelves and glass balls, and his heart was beating fast now. He's going there this time. When he reached the number 97, he walked left through the corridor between the two rows.

But at the end of the floor there was a shadow, a black shadow that moved on the floor like a wounded animal. Harry's stomach contracted with fear and excitement.

A voice came out of his own mouth, a towering, cold, completely dehumanized voice.

"Give that to me. Put it down, now, I can't touch him, but you can. ”

The dark shadow on the floor moved. Harry saw that he was holding a wand in his hand, which was a slender hand with white fingers, and then heard a towering, cold voice say, "Drill your heart!" ”

The man on the ground screamed in pain and tried to get up but fell down. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure's groans subsided.

"Voldemort is waiting"

Slowly, his hands trembled, and the man on the ground lifted his shoulders an inch or two and then lifted his head. His face was bloodied and haggard, and his face distorted by pain still had a challenging fortitude.

"You're going to kill me." Sirius whispered.

"In the end, I will do it without question." The cold voice said, "But you have to get something for me first, Blake." Do you want more pain? Think again. We've had hours and no one can hear you scream. ”

But when Voldemort raised his wand again, someone screamed. Someone shouted and pushed the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But Harry was awake when he banged on the floor, but he was still screaming, his scar burning like fire, and the whole hall was watching him.

"I'm not going, I don't need to go to the hospital room, I don't want to-" Harry struggled a little frantically, but the old wizard who was proctor insisted on getting him to Madam Pomfrey.

"The pressure of exams." He glanced at Madam Pomfrey with pity in his tone.

But Harry took advantage of the opportunity to run frantically towards the door.