Waiting was always difficult. Only Harry, Allen, and the Umbrella members were left in the principal's office. Allen did not inform Luna of his intention to go to the Ministry of Magic. Although in his opinion, Luna's true strength was estimated to have surpassed Penello's, Allen was worried about letting her participate in this kind of battle. He did not have enough confidence to protect three people at once. In fact, if it were not for Hermione's strong request, he even wanted to bring the experienced Penello along. Fortunately, as long as he was entangled with Lord Voldemort, the other ordinary Death Eaters were no match for the two girls.
Harry looked at the old watch on his hand from time to time, his feet tapping the ground from time to time, looking restless and anxious.
"Harry, you don't need to join the battle at the Ministry of Magic. You just need to protect yourself. However, I think you need to learn a more aggressive spell. If you need to attack, don't hesitate. Don't keep using weapons to eliminate you. Remember, this time you are going to help your godfather. " Allen saw through 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 the giant squid in the Goblet of Fire last semester. You will soon learn this spell. It's called — Shadowless Divine Blade." Because Harry had the soul fragment of Lord Voldemort in his body, Harry was actually very talented in learning black magic.
Although Harry was impetuous at this time, his curiosity was aroused by Allen.
"From a certain point of view, this is a hidden, vicious, but very powerful and effective black magic. The wand itself will not show any obvious signs when the spell is activated. Once the spell is recited, the opponent's skin will bleed as if it was cut by an invisible sword. The part injured by the spell cannot be regenerated by any other means, but it can be healed by a counter-spell. So it is very powerful, but it will not be regarded as an unforgivable spell. However, I will teach you this counter-spell after the operation. "
Allen glanced at Harry. He sensed that the other party was a little hesitant to learn this black magic spell. "Harry, the inventor of this spell is a person I respect and admire very much. He sacrificed everything for the people he loved, although he himself — Lord Voldemort and Dumbledore were using him … Although I used him too …"
Harry's impression of Allen was that he was a slightly arrogant person. He had almost never seen him give such an evaluation of others, and Allen even looked a little guilty. Harry could not help but ask, "Who is he?"
"The spell of the Shadowless Blade is Sectum Sempra, and the movement of the wand is like this …" Allen did not answer Harry's question. Instead, he directly demonstrated the spell to Harry. "Sectum in Latin means to cut, and Sempra comes from the Latin word Semper, which means alays forever." Allen did not continue to explain to Harry that Snape's name was Severus, and the first five words Sever also meant to cut. "Now go over there and practice for a while. Be careful not to cast it on anyone."
At night, they arrived near the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace, and the group took the telephone booth elevator. Ron picked up the phone and dialed the number 62442. The word "magic" could be spelled out with the corresponding old-fashioned phone keypad. This was the password for the visitor's entrance to the Ministry of Magic's telephone booth.
After reporting everyone's names and matters to the female mechanical voice, Ron put on the badge that slid out of the metal slot in the telephone booth. When the elevator stopped and the door opened, Harry's heart suddenly sank. Except for the welcome greetings from the female mechanical voice when they arrived, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was completely silent. It was completely different from the crowded scene during his last trial.
Harry looked at the calm Ron and the solemn Jenny, Neville, and the others as if asking for help. "It's fine, Harry. It's after work now. It's normal that no one is here." Ron smiled gently at Harry.
Only the sound of the golden fountain could be heard in the main hall. Shining jets of water shot out from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the fairy's hat, and from the ears of the house elves, landing in the nearby pool.
"If it's too late … He's still alive. He's still resisting. I can feel it … If the Lord Voldemort concludes that Sirius won't yield … I'll know …" Harry's scar hurt again.
As they quickly passed through the golden gate and walked towards the elevator, Harry's premonition grew stronger and stronger. He pressed the button closest to him. "Down." Immediately, an elevator appeared with a clang. With a series of clanking sounds, the golden gate gently slid open, and they swarmed in.
Harry pressed the ninth button. The gate slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend. In the silence, the chains clanked. The elevator stopped, and a cold woman's voice said, "Department of Occult Affairs." The gate gently slid open. They went out into the corridor. There was no movement, only the torch closest to them swaying from side to side from the airflow stirred up by the elevator.
Harry turned to the all-black door. He had seen it in his dreams for many months, and now he was finally here.
"It should be this way," he whispered. He whispered and took the lead to walk down the corridor. The other four silently followed behind him. Harry faced the door and stepped forward … Just like in his dream, the door opened, and he took the lead and strode over the threshold.
They stood in a large circular room. Everything here was black, including the floor and the ceiling. The surrounding black walls were inlaid with many black doors, all of them identical, without markings or handles. The walls were dotted with branch-shaped candles. The flames were blue, and the flickering cold light cast on the polished marble floor made it seem as if there were dark water beneath their feet.
"Close the door," Ron whispered.
Neville obeyed, and the long shaft of light that had been lit in the passage behind them vanished. The room grew dark, and Harry could see only the quivering blue flames on the walls, and their ghastly shadows on the floor.
In his dream, Harry had always confidently walked through this room to the door directly opposite the entrance. But now there were twelve doors around him. He looked at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which one to enter. Just then, with a loud rumble, the candles began to move to the side. The circular walls began to spin. For a few seconds, the walls spun rapidly, and the blue flames blurred around them like neon tubes. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling stopped and everything returned to normal.
Harry's eyes flashed with blue light, but he couldn't see anything else. Harry was a little confused. "Which door should we enter?"
"That's the pre …" As soon as Neville finished speaking, Jenny glared at him. Ron's eyes drifted in the direction that Neville had been looking at. He turned back to Harry and asked, "Harry, what did you see in your dream?"
Harry swallowed. "In the dream, I went out of the elevator, through the door at the end of the corridor, into a dark room — this is the room — and then I went through another door into a room that looked like … that looked like it glowed. We should try a few doors, "he said quickly." I'll know if we find the right one. Hurry. "
He strode to the door opposite him, and the others followed closely behind. He put his left hand on the cold, shiny door, raised his wand, ready to attack as soon as the door opened, and then pushed hard.
The door opened at once.
After passing through the darkness of the first room, they felt that the lights hanging from gold chains from the ceiling made the rectangular room look much brighter, but there were no flickering, swaying lights like the ones in Harry's dream. The room was empty except for a few tables. In the middle of the room was a huge glass tank, big enough for several of them to swim in. It was filled with a dark green liquid, and many pearl-white things were floating lazily in it.
Neville moved closer to the tank and looked in through the walls. The things flashed with a strange light and floated in the depths of the green liquid, appearing and disappearing, like sticky broccoli.
Harry wiped his glasses and asked uncertainly, "Are these the same kind of fish?"
"Can they be eaten?" Neville asked.
Flegg kicked Neville's leg. "Idiot, these things are brains."
"I know." Neville shrugged and moved away from Flegg.
"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This place isn't right. We need to try another door."
When they returned to the dark, circular room again, Jenny was the first to speak. Jenny was at the back. She waved her wand in the air. "Mark, appear!" A fiery red X appeared on the door. The door clicked shut, and then there was another loud rumble, and the walls began to spin rapidly again. But this time, there was a large blur of golden-red in the middle of the blue. When everything stopped moving, the red '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, he pushed the door open.
This room was even larger than the previous one. It was dimly lit, rectangular, and sunken in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. Around the room were rows of stone benches, and they stood on the top row. The benches extended down at a steep angle, much like a circular theater, or the courtroom where Harry had been tried by Wesengamer. But there were no chained chairs in the middle of the stone pit. There was only a large raised stone platform with a stone arch on it. It looked very old, shabby, and decaying. There was no wall around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung above it. Although there was no breeze in the cold air, the drapery fluttered gently, as if someone had just touched it.
Ron Li landed and quickly jumped down the rows of benches to the bottom of the stone pit. He walked slowly towards the platform, his footsteps echoing loudly. Looking at the pointy arch from here, it seemed much taller than when he had looked down from above. The curtain was still swaying gently, as if someone had just walked through it. He had a very strange feeling, as if a cold and gloomy existence had discovered his existence behind the arched door and was spying on his group.
"Someone's whispering behind it." Harry came to Ron's side. As he spoke, he frowned and looked at the curtain that even he felt was gently fluttering. He whispered, "Sirius?"
"It's not Sirius," Ron said with certainty. "Harry, the second head of the Ministry of Magic, Damocles Rolle, made an agreement with the Dementors when he took office in 1718. Before using Azkaban to imprison and punish criminals, this curtain was once used as a death chamber. If you go through the curtain, you're dead. No one can come back alive."
The murmurs seemed to be getting louder and louder. The others realized that Harry didn't hear Ron's explanation. Instead, he stepped onto the platform and walked towards the arch. His eyes were fixated on the fluttering curtain.
Neville picked up Harry and escorted them back to the stone bench at the bottom without any explanation. Everyone climbed all the way up to the door. Ron looked back at this place called the Hall of Death. He nodded in satisfaction before looking away. He gave Jenny a look, and the other party decisively printed a burning X on the door before returning to the dark round room.
Harry, who was in a daze, came back to his senses. There was some lingering fear and curiosity on his face. That room almost made him forget the purpose of coming here.
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