John knew where the vial of Truth Elixir was being used.

Malfoy had always been very attentive to Harry's information, so detailed that he already knew that Umbridge was secretly adding truth potion to his tea to interrogate Harry.

"Did you eavesdrop?" John was skeptical, and Malfoy looked away in embarrassment.

But it's not Snape's style to torture students so casually as Umbridge tortures them.

If only there were students, Harry would be the key.

So John was skeptical about the authenticity of the vial.

Just then, a frisbee dragging the flame flew in front of John.

He raised an eyebrow and reached out to catch the frisbee.

The flames couldn't leave a mark on John's skin, and he looked up and saw more frisbees and fireworks flying down the hallway.

He also hears the cheers of the Weasley twins, the two living treasures who are always able to send laughter when Hogwarts is in a downturn.

John, who was about to make a move, immediately let go of the fireworks and let it fly out at will.

Malfoy's mouth was wide open, apparently frightened by the amount of fireworks.

John walked over to the Weasley twins who were hiding and asked with a smile, "How much have you prepared?" ”

"I don't know, I used everything." George shrugged and said, "I wanted to leave it to those juniors after graduation." ”

"The silver hand has given us enough funds, and we don't have to worry about it." Fred said.

Fireworks explode all over the castle, which look very intimidating, but they don't even hurt the portraits on the walls.

Umbridge ran out in a panic, and none of the professors helped her.

John was pleased to see Professor Flitwick secretly making a fist gesture in the crowd.

Umbridge fought alone, and even Filch moved a stool and carried Lady Loris there to enjoy the fireworks.

He could also tell Mrs. Loris what the fireworks were called.

Having dealt with the Weasley twins so many times, he was like a treasure.

The students laughed as a firework bolt into Umbridge's bun exploded, turning her hair into an exploding head.

John sees Pansy's little boyfriend trying to help, but the people around him deliberately block him.

Umbridge could be seen running around Hogwarts all day today, dealing with those fireworks.

And the professors closed the door and turned their ears to what was going on outside the window.

That day, Umbridge was so busy that night that he didn't finish cleaning up.

For the Weasley twins, the good things that day were much more than that, and Silver Hand Angel Investments sent a letter because their brilliant invention was valued and they were ready to invest more.

George and Fred high-fived in celebration, and the two men joined hands in the break room and tapped to celebrate.

...

The Gryffindor common room celebrates late before being driven back to rest by Professor McGonagall with a black face.

Ron and Harry said that he was absolutely smiling when he saw Professor McGonagall turn around.

Harry yawned and went to bed, and soon he felt what he saw blur and eventually fall into darkness.

A glimmer of light rose in the darkness, and Harry noticed that the light was coming from the wand in his hand.

He's walking.

This corridor is very familiar, it is the one of the Department of Mysteries.

He came too many times, but not once did he open the door.

But this time, the door opened.

It was he who opened it.

He was in the round room, and through the room, he entered a rectangular room.

There was a mechanical ticking sound next to my ears, like the sound of a second hand moving.

Didn't stop, keep walking.

There was a door at the end of the room, and he opened it.

Inside is a dimly lit place and as spacious as a church.

Rows of tall shelves are dusty glass balls.

Harry's heart was pounding, and he knew where to go.

In this room, there was something he wanted so much.

But at this time, a loud noise made his body agitated.

He was awakened, and laughter filled the dark dormitory.

It was Seamus and they were discussing the fireworks, and one of the fireworks exploded outside.

Harry wanted to see it too, but his body grew weak.

The fireworks in front of him seemed to turn into a giant snake's head, swallowing him up, and plunging him into darkness.

The sound was gone.

He tried to call out to Ron, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Let go of me!"

The screams were terrifying, and Harry felt his hands and feet being restrained.

His body seemed to be glued to a large rock, and his body was constantly being torn off and trying to rip it off.

Harry could feel the tiny things creeping up on his body.

"Don't run away, Tom."

A cold and unforgiving voice rang out in the darkness.

Harry's eyes widened and he couldn't see the slightest scene.

"You should know that I have the power to destroy you."

The voice continued to ring, and Harry saw what seemed to be a flame burning in the darkness.

The flame was golden and brilliant, and even his soul was trembling.

"No, it can't be, how can it be!"

The screams rang out again, and Harry's limbs were on fire.

He struggled to see clearly, the golden flames turned into a pair of eyes, cold and merciless judgment.

Harry's scar hurt even more, and he was woken up by the pain.

It looks like there's a fireball stuffed in the head, and it's about to explode the head.

He buried his head in the pillow, and it took an unknown amount of time before he got better.

He looked up in confusion, and all that was left around him was the sound of fireworks and explosions that remained somewhere.

Ron and they had long since fallen asleep, and the snoring could be heard, and Ron was a little tired.

Harry felt that he should practice Occlumency, or his head might blow up one day.

Monday.

Harry was so preoccupied that he hesitated at dinner time.

Cedric is walking over to the Ravenclaw table and comforting Cho Chang that her friend has betrayed her. Army, it was hard for her to accept.

He looked at Slytherin again, and Malfoy immediately noticed the gaze and gave a wicked smile.

Harry's stomach was churning, and he hadn't seen Snape in a while.

The last time they met, he used his armor to bounce off the Dementors, and it was possible that Snape wanted to kill.

After finally making it to dinner, he walked to Snape's office with heavy steps.

Not long after entering, he heard Snape's cold voice.

"You're late, Potter."

Harry saw Snape hold his wand to his head, pulling some thoughts out of it and carefully placing it in the meditation basin.

After doing all this, Snape looked at Harry coldly.

"You've already practiced?"

"Yes." Harry lied, and his gaze shifted to Snape.

But he forgot that, apart from the Deception, Snape was a man who had lived twenty years longer than he was.

Such a clumsy lie, it's just that he doesn't want to care.

Just as they were about to start, there was a knock on the office door.

Snape frowned, he had told the group of students not to come at this time.

After opening the door, he saw Professor McGonagall.

"Severus, I think I'll have to discuss this matter with you first, and Filius and Pomona are in my office."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry and said, "I hope I didn't bother you." ”

"Potter, we'll do this lesson again tomorrow night." Snape glanced at Harry, didn't ask his opinion at all, nodded and walked out to close the door.

Harry heard some words, Horag, teacher, and the like.

He furiously tucked his wand back into the pocket of his robe, before leaving.

He saw the light spots jumping on the door frame, and when his footsteps stopped, he turned around, and the spots of light were emitted from the meditation basin, just like he had seen in his dream in the Department of Mysteries.

The silvery substance in the meditation basin swirled, and Harry stared at the meditation basin.

He suspected that Snape might be trying to hide something from him, such as something about the Department of Mysteries, or something about John.

These days, he has repeatedly stressed not to reach out to John.

Harry hesitated, thinking that Snape wouldn't be able to come back for a while, and the heart of Gryffindor's death trembled.

He took out his wand and poked at the silver substance.

The silver substance spun rapidly, and Harry leaned down.

The silver substance turned into what resembled a skylight, and he looked through the skylight into a room.

It looked like an auditorium, just like the current one.

Still overwhelmed by his intellectual curiosity, he took a deep breath and buried his cheek in it.

He fell in the cold darkness and finally landed in the Great Hall.

...

Some people died, but not completely......