Harry's eyes flashed with blue light, but he couldn't see anything else. Harry was a little confused. "Which door should we go through?"
"That's the Pre …" Neville's words were cut off by Jenny's glare. Ron glanced 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 up. "
He strode to the door opposite him, and the others followed closely behind. He put his left hand on the cold, shiny door and raised his wand, ready to attack as soon as the door opened. He 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. The tank 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 wall. Those things were flashing with a strange light, floating in and out of the depths of the green liquid. They looked like sticky broccoli.
Harry wiped his glasses and asked uncertainly, "Are they a kind of fish?"
"Can they be eaten?" Neville asked.
Flegg kicked Neville's leg. "Idiot, these things are brains. I've seen similar things in Germany. Don't touch them, or they'll entangle you with tentacles of thought and leave scars on your mind. I don't want to put Dr. Forgetting Ointment on your fat."
"Got it." Neville shrugged and moved away from Flegg.
"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This isn't right. We need to find another door to try."
When they returned to the dark, round room again. Jenny was at the back. She waved her wand in the air. "Mark, appear!" A fiery red X appeared on the door. The door closed with a click, followed by another loud rumble, and the wall began to spin rapidly again. But this time, there was a blurry 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, even larger than the first, was dimly lighted, 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 downward 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, only a tall 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 something had discovered his existence behind the arched door and was spying on him and 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?"
"Not Sirius," Ron replied affirmatively. "Harry, even in the second Ministry of Magic, Damocles? When Rolle took office in 1718, he made an agreement with the Dementors. After using the Azkaban to imprison and punish criminals, this curtain was even used as a death chamber. If you go through the curtain, you're dead, and no one can come back alive. "
The murmuring seemed to be getting louder and louder. The others realized that Harry did not hear Ron's explanation. Instead, he stepped on the platform and walked towards the arch. His eyes were fixed on the fluttering curtain.
Neville carried Harry and escorted them back to the stone benches at the bottom without any explanation. They climbed all the way up to the door. Ron looked back at the place called the Death Hall. After looking around, he nodded in satisfaction and looked away. He gave Jenny a look. Jenny decisively printed a burning X on the door and returned to the dark round room.
Ron squinted and stared at Harry for a while. "This Death Hall should be the only place where ordinary wizards know a little about the Department of Mysteries. After all, it was once used as a death chamber, although the Hogwarts don't teach them about it now. Little wizards, or wizards with low willpower, are easily confused by the other side of the curtain. Wizards who have never been in contact with death will have an innate attitude towards death — either extreme fear or indifference. Those who have been close to death, whether they have seen it or not, may stare motionlessly at the curtain and be fascinated by it. Wizards who have lost their loved ones can hear the murmurs of the dead here. The curtain will give you the illusion that the dead you miss is standing on the other side. "
Harry, who was in a trance, came back to his senses. His face was full of fear and confusion. The room almost made him forget the purpose of coming here.
Ron calmly approached Harry and put his left hand on Harry's shoulder and grabbed his neck. Then, he lowered his head and looked at Harry. While Harry was puzzled, he heard Ron's next words. "I just sensed that you think the curtain is' gentle '? Then this means that to you, death is not scary, but comforting. You just had a strong desire to go through the curtain. I understand that you have borne too much burden, experienced too much pain, and longed to see your loved ones, but this also means that you are subconsciously tempted by death! " Ron slapped Harry's face when he lowered his head because of the words. Harry felt that he was a little more awake. "Harry, this is not a reason for you to secretly use death to escape reality and avoid responsibility."
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