"I say, what's in the Mystical Division, sir?" said Harry.

"Why," Snape said slowly, "you want to ask about it?"

"Because," Harry said, taking a step forward and looking at Snape's face closely, "that hallway, the hallway I just saw—I've been dreaming about it for months—I know it—it led me to the Mysteries. And I think Voldemort wants to start with—"

"I told you not to say the name of the Duke of Darkness!"

They looked at each other. Harry's scar hurt again, but he didn't mind. Snape looked spirited, but when he spoke again, his tone was cold and unconcerned. "There's a lot of stuff in the Mystics, Potter, and a few of you might know, however, nothing will involve you. Am I not clear?"

"Yes," Harry said, still rubbing his scars, growing in pain.

"I want you to come back here at the same time on Tuesday and we continue to learn. "Oh," Harry said. He rushed out of Snape's office desperately, trying to find Van Lin and Hermione.

"You have to empty your emotions before you go to bed every day, empty him, make him blank and calm, you know?"

"Yes," Harry said, barely listening.

"And I warn you, Potter. I already know that if you don't practice—"

"Okay," Harry muttered to himself. He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried to the office door, and when he opened it, he glanced at Snape, who was carefully placing his mind in the meditation basin with his wand.

Harry left without saying a word, carefully closing the door behind him, his scar still aching violently. Harry found Van Lin and Hermione in the library, working on a lot of the homework Umbridge had been giving lately.

It was almost the most homework Van Lin had done in fifteen years, and most importantly, it was useless, but they had to waste some of their time on it, and Van Lin had been thinking about whether to get Rita a pen to take notes, so that he could be freed from the heavy work, preferably one for Hermione.

And the other students were doing the same job, the worst Defence Against the Dark Arts homework in fifteen years.

Sitting in the light, with a book on his nose and a quill writing excitedly, the sky outside the window slowly darkened. All that was left was the sound of Mrs. Pince's shoes as she patrolled the aisles, her neck bowed to breathe, and she stroked a beloved book.

It was terrible for Harry, his scars still hurting, and he felt like he was going crazy. As he sat across from Van Lin and Hermione, he saw his own shadow in the window opposite, he was very pale, his scar looking clearer than usual.

"How did it go?" Hermione whispered, then, looking at Harry with concern. "Are you alright, Harry?"

"yes, okay, I don't know," Harry said impatiently, the scar of pain causing him to twitch, "Listen, I understand something. ”

So he told them what he had just said he had seen and deduced.

"So, you're saying," Van Lin whispered after Madame Pince had walked by, "that weapon—something after the Mystery—was in the Ministry of Magic?"

"In the Mysteries, it must be," Harry whispered, "I saw the door when Ron's dad took me to the courtroom, and I'm sure Mrs. Weasley was there when she was attacked. ”

Hermione let out a long, slow sigh. "Of course," she inhaled.

"Of course what?" said Harry, with some urgency.

"Harry, come to think of it, someone has tried to get through a door at the Ministry of Magic, it must be this door, it has too many coincidences!"

The two men looked at Van Lin.

"So, you should learn to judge. Van Lin said helplessly, "This should be exactly what Voldemort wants, and, about you, more, I don't know, they avoided me just to prevent such a situation." ”

"So, what is the secret department usually used to store it?"

"I know they call the people who work inside 'unspeakable,'" Van Lin said, frowning. "Because no one really knows what they're doing - but, for all the inexplicable things that can be explained, like the time turner, I guess the original appearance of the time turner must have been hidden, otherwise you think that with the current level of the Ministry of Magic, it would be difficult to master this kind of time transformation? ”

"So, Voldemort's goal ......," Hermione said.

"No, I can't tell. "Harry, you must tell me if you find anything, but before you do that, you must learn to tell the truth, and that's what I've always been worried about." ”

"Worried about what?"

"You can see what Voldemort saw, and naturally, he can also show you some of the ...... he wants you to see You know what I mean......"

"Understood, though, we're not talking about the occult department......"

"There's probably a top secret from the Ministry of Magic there, I guess. Harry, are you sure you're normal? I mean, the secrets of the Ministry of Magic are impossible to reveal to the public, and it's useless for us to guess here, so are you sure......"

Because Harry had both hands on his forehead, it looked like it was very hot.

"Yes, okay. He said, lowering his trembling hands.

"I have a sense that I really don't like Occlumency. ”

"I think it would be a little disturbing if someone's mind was invaded again and again," Hermione said pityingly. "You should have studied well with Van Lin at that time......"

"I learned, but it didn't work......" Harry shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and Hermione looked at Verlin, and after receiving an affirmative answer, she put on a look of pity.

"Well, let's not talk about the Ministry of Magic or anything like that, let's go back to the common room, we'll be more comfortable there. ”

"And, of course, to tell you the sad news. Van Lin said, raising the homework in his hand, "If you don't want Umbridge to get in trouble, you'd better get rid of it, or you'll delay Professor Snape's private tutoring session, which is not a wise choice, and you'll be facing two people at the same time." ”

Van Lin felt sad for Harry at the thought of Snape's cold face and Umbridge's smirk, and at the same time, he was glad that Harry had attracted attention and his quiet paddling was still very good.