Where did Ron go?
No one could answer this question. He was sure that the phantom had appeared and left the Shack, never to return. Weasley's family and the members of the Order of the Phoenix all thought that Ron was with Elwyn, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine, but the four of them thought that Ron was with the Order of the Phoenix.
It was not until Sirius came that everyone realized that Ron was missing.
He might not dare to return to the Shack, fearing that it would be occupied by Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but he could not find Elwyn, Harry, and the rest.
After all, Elwyn and Hermione had not had the time to tell Harry and Ron about the plan that they had discussed.
Lady Weasley had been watching them too closely, not giving them the time to discuss these things.
Ron could be hiding somewhere, and the possibility of him being caught was not high, as long as he did not stupidly appear in front of the Death Eaters.
Sirius gave them a few more instructions, telling them not to leave Number 12 Grimmauld Square, and hurriedly left to inform the others to look for Ron.
"Where could Ron have gone?"
"Anywhere is possible. Maybe he was simply looking for a remote place to hide. After all, the situation was very chaotic at that time, and the Black Demon had appeared. Escaping was the most important thing." Elwyn thought for a moment and said, "He probably knew our plan, and knew that we were going to Gringotts to find the Golden Cup. Maybe he went to Diagon Alley and waited for us there."
"Diagon Alley!"
"Fred and George's shop is there, he might be hiding there."
Speaking of Fred and George's shop, according to Elwyn's understanding, the Ministry of Magic had placed a large order there, and now it was all gone. Fred and George could no longer provide weapons and protection to the Lord Voldemort's Ministry of Magic, and it was unclear how they would settle the fleeing house-elves.
"I really hope Ron is fine. I should have been with him at that time." Harry said worriedly. His scar was getting more and more painful, making him feel nauseous. "When I saw Eifias Dorjee sitting in the corner, I couldn't help but go over. I really wanted to know about Dumbledore, I shouldn't have left Ron behind …"
"He was very happy. Not long after you left, a girl I didn't know came over, and the two of them left the tent together." Elaine suddenly said.
"Who is that girl?"
"I don't know. I don't know him. He should be French."
Elwyn thought of the two French girls who disappeared with Fred and George not long after the chaos began. They were both relatives of Hibiscus Chinensis.
The girl who took Ron away should be similar. He had to admit that French girls were quite open-minded.
"Harry, are you alright? You don't look too good." Hermione suddenly asked.
"I'm fine!" Harry said with a pale face.
But this was not the truth. The pain from his scar had reached its peak. It was as burning as that day in the garden of the Humble Abode.
He was worried about Ron and Ginny. Sirius had just said that Ginny was with the Weasley couple and was being watched by the Death Eaters. He hoped that nothing would happen to her.
In a daze, he vaguely heard Hermione say, "They will find Ron soon and bring him here. Go to sleep first. It's getting late. "
Yes, sleep. Harry felt like he was going to faint!
He wanted to leave, but it was too late. A piercing pain came from his scar again.
In the midst of the overwhelming pain, he felt a strange emotion take possession of his soul.
It was not anger, but happiness!
He was happy because of what was happening in front of him.
Blinking his eyes, Harry saw a dimly lit square room. The center of the floor in front of him gradually caved in, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. Stone steps surrounded the entire room like stone benches, descending step by step. Each step was very steep, like a lecture hall.
Here …
Harry had been here before. When he was in his fifth year, on the night of the battle with Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic.
This was the room of the Department of Mystery Affairs!
Harry remembered clearly that there was a strange arched door in the middle of the room.
In front of the arched door, he could hear voices inside.
He had been here with Sirius during the battle with the Death Eaters.
As expected, he raised his head.
Or rather, he raised his head in the illusion, and the scene in his memory appeared before his eyes again.
In the center of the pit was a raised stone platform, and on top of it stood an arched door. It looked very old and broken.
Harry was surprised that it had not fallen. There was no wall around the archway to support it, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung over it, fluttering as if it had just been touched, though the air was cold and there was not a breath of wind in it.
Harry stared at the huge stone door, and then he spoke in a high, cold, and emotionless voice.
"Can you confirm that this is the door?"
"Yes, Lord The Dark Lord. They moved it here a few centuries ago, and it has been here ever since."
A strange, sharp voice spoke. In the shadows behind Harry, Harry could not see the person.
"Very good, I finally heard some good news today. You're much more trustworthy than my stupid servants. Natalia, since we're sure it's the door, let's open it. I can't wait to see what's hidden behind it! "
"I can't do it, Lord The Dark Lord. To open it, we need more magic. I'm afraid even you don't have it now."
"Are you doubting the great Lord Voldemort, or do you want to see my magic and anger?" A strong anger took over Harry's soul.
"I'm not doubting your magic, but if we want to open this door and enter the world of that great being, we need more powerful magic. Magic beyond imagination. This is not a power that any wizard can have. The human body limits us. If you become immortal, you will have this power. I am helping you with this, "the sharp voice replied. The shrill voice replied, "I am here because I believe that you will become my new master and bring order to this rotten world."
Harry snorted heavily, as if he was not satisfied, but he did not say anything.
"To open it, we need the help of a magic item with powerful magic. The wand you are looking for can help us. Other than that, we also need an ancient spell to open this door. They should have left it where it was … "
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