In the dark, Harry returned to the windowless corridor. His footsteps echoed in the silence.
"It's that damned dream again!" he grumbled. He tried to seal his brain using Cerebral Occlusion.
Ever since he apologized to Snape following Elwyn's suggestion, Harry had restarted his Cerebral Occlusion class.
At the time, the atmosphere in the office was extremely tense and awkward.
For a few seconds, Harry felt like Snape was going to pounce on him and kill him.
But in the end, he did not say anything. He only informed Harry of the new class time.
This seemed to mean forgiveness. Harry had once naively thought so. He even planned to tell Sirius, Elwyn, and Hermione about this.
However, Harry regretted it immediately. What Snape did next was definitely revenge.
He would not choose to forgive Harry because of his apology. He wanted Harry to return to the class to torture and humiliate him even more.
That had to be it. Snape wanted to take revenge on Harry, on Harry's father, Jaime, for what he had done to him in the past.
"It's useless!" Harry gave up trying to seal his brain and walked through the door before him.
Behind the door was a round room with black walls and a black floor. There were candles burning with blue flames, and there were several doors around it.
To be more precise, there were twelve doors.
"Which one should I choose?" Harry stared at the doors before him, trying to decide which one to enter.
Following a loud rumble, the candles started to move to the side, and the round wall started to spin.
The dream was becoming more and more real. Harry knew that he had delved deep into the man's brain. Perhaps he would find out his real goal tonight …
This was a good opportunity, and Harry did not want to give it up.
Then, just like how it started, the rumble disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
Blue light flashed in Harry's eyes. Other than that, he could not see anything else.
The blue light spun and spun rapidly. He was being expelled and reawakened.
He should at least let him see what was behind the next door, but it was useless. His vision was getting blurry.
Harry woke up from his deep sleep. He panted heavily, letting the air enter his lungs.
Strangely, he was not lying on the familiar, comfortable four-poster bed, but on the cold ground.
"Ron?" Harry tried to shout, trying to figure out what was going on.
There was no response. Did Ron and Lavender go out again?
But, what was with these echoes?
Harry was getting more and more confused. He felt that the ground was very smooth, unlike the rough rocks and floors of the Hogwarts.
He tried to stand up, but to no avail. He was tied to a pillar with a rope …
"Huff, huff!" Harry blinked his eyes hard so that he could see clearly.
The next second, he shook his head vigorously and looked at the Golden Hall in disbelief.
He had been here before. This was the Ministry of Magic!
"Ministry of Magic. Why am I in the Ministry of Magic?!" He suddenly became sober.
At this moment, except for him, there was no one in the spacious main hall on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic.
The light was darker than it was during the day. There was no fire in the mantel on the wall. It looked cold and scary.
Fear and confusion, these were the main feelings that occupied Harry's heart.
His memory was still in the Hogwarts before he passed out.
During dinner, Harry received a notice that the members of the Special Action Team wanted to talk to him.
They wanted him to go to the office, which was Umrich's office, at eight o 'clock in the evening.
In the weeks that Dumbledore had been away, this kind of talk had been held many times, especially after Fred and George escaped from the Hogwarts. The Special Action Team of the Ministry of Magic had become even more jittery and frequently made appointments to talk to the students.
As long as they suspected that there was something wrong with you, they would talk and try to find clues from the conversation.
As a key target, Harry had been interviewed many times, usually by two particularly old Ministry of Magic officials.
Although he said that he didn't know anything, there was no doubt that the other party was suspicious of him.
Foggy and the Ministry of Magic believed that he must know something, and they saw Harry as a breakthrough to solve the current problem.
Harry didn't see any use in doing this. It was just a waste of time.
No matter how many times they talked, he wouldn't be stupid enough to tell them about Elwyn and Hermione's current hiding place, or about D.A.
Harry originally thought that it would be the same tonight, but when he walked into the office, he didn't see any other Ministry of Magic officials except Lucius Malfoy. He was also a member of the Special Action Team and the one that Harry hated the most.
Before he could say anything, his vision went black and he fainted …
Yes, Harry remembered. He had been attacked by Malfoy, but why was he in the Ministry of Magic?
And he was tied up here. What the hell was going on? It was too strange!
Harry had many questions. The next second, a noisy conversation sounded from the statue, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.
"It's no use. We have to have that boy!"
"Then take him over there and press his hand against that damn rack!" It was a woman's voice that sounded a little hoarse. "Lucius, you said you brought him over?"
"Yes, according to the Dark Lord's orders." Lucius's smooth voice sounded, and Harry's heart tightened.
"We have to hurry. They will soon find out that Potter is missing!"
"Useless coward, are you afraid?" the woman mocked.
"No one can be unafraid of Dumbledore …"
"According to the information we received, Dumbledore isn't in England right now. In fact, the main force of the Order of the Phoenix isn't here, so we really need to hurry. Luke Wood, as long as Potter goes over, he can take that thing down? "Malfoy asked slowly." Or does he have to be willing? "
"There's no need for resources. Anyone who touches it can take it down from the shelf without suffering any pain or hindrance."
Harry had heard this voice before. It was August Luke Wood, a Death Eater who had escaped from Azkaban.
All the blood in his body suddenly turned cold. Everything was clear now. He had been kidnapped from the school by Malfoy and a group of Death Eaters. In the office, Malfoy had used his position to ask him to go over and then knocked him down.
Through the uncontrolled fireplace, they could easily reach the Ministry of Magic.
Listening to their conversation, these Death Eaters had kidnapped him here mainly to force him to take something from a shelf.
That's right, that thing was behind that door. It was something that Lord Voldemort desperately needed.
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