"Do you remember I told you about the door in the deepest part of the Department of Mystery Affairs? It's as big as half of a Quidditch field …" Harry tried his best to describe it. He opened his hands and gestured.
The stone arch in the Hall of Death of the Department of Mystery Affairs?!
Elwyn knew which door he was talking about. It was the Door of Death, an ancient magic relic kept by the Ministry of Magic.
The door led to death. Behind the door was the world of the dead.
Only those who had witnessed death could hear the voices behind the curtains. It was the voices of the dead. No living person could hear what the voices were saying behind the curtains. They could only vaguely feel that the voices belonged to their deceased loved ones.
The voice behind the curtain was nostalgic and intimate. It made people want to go over and take a look. However, this was just the appearance. The owner of the voice was actually the God of Death. It was deliberately luring the person in front of the door.
Therefore, only those who had witnessed death could hear the voice behind the door.
If you could not resist the temptation and crossed the curtain, you would not see your loved ones. What awaited you was death.
The door was a bit like the Resurrection Stone. It was a magic item left by the God of Death to lure people to death.
Perhaps, in the world of the dead, the person who crossed the curtain would eventually reunite with his deceased family and friends.
Under the gaze of the God of Death, it would be as usual.
But by then, you would also be dead. What was the point of reuniting …
In short, the door was extremely dangerous.
For centuries, the Ministry of Magic had invested a lot of research on the door, trying to figure out the mystery of death.
No one knew the results of the research. Elwyn speculated that the Ministry of Magic had not figured out the secret of the Door of Death, nor had they opened it. There was only one thing for sure: the door led to death.
The method was simple. If someone crossed the curtain, that person would die.
This was a more powerful and thorough death than the Avada Curse. Their soul and body would disappear from this world. Perhaps they would be like Dumbledore, going to another world to start a great adventure.
No matter what, Elwyn was not interested. He had always kept a respectful distance from dangerous magical items left behind from ancient times.
After trying his best to prevent Sirius from dying because of this door, he did not study it again. But now, the Lord Voldemort and the Black Witch wanted to open it, which meant that this door was not only related to death, but also related to evil.
Lord Voldemort had the statue of the Evil God in his hands. He could communicate with the Evil God inside and knew a lot of information that Elwyn and the others did not. He wanted to pass through the door and enter the world of the dead. He must be planning to get something from that world.
Elwyn had no idea what the Lord Voldemort and the Black Witch were trying to do, but it was definitely not a good thing. He had a bad feeling about it.
Since there was no way to stop it head-on, the only way left was to seize the time to increase his own strength as quickly as possible.
The faster, the better. Before the Lord Voldemort turned into an Evil God, he had to open the secret treasure of the Four Hogwarts.
"What should we do now?" Harry finally asked. He felt a splitting headache. There seemed to be a lot of problems that he needed to think about. Only then did he remember that he did not confirm with Sirius what Aunt Muriel said at the wedding. Elwyn said he would tell him, but Harry doubted that he had the energy to listen to it now.
There were more and more mysteries, and the pain from the scar on his head almost made Harry faint.
"Harry, what you saw means that behind the door of the Ministry of Magic, there must be something that the Dark Demon wants, and there is a dangerous Dark Wizard helping him." Hermione analyzed seriously. "It's terrible. We don't know what the Black Witch looks like, how strong she is, and what they plan to do by opening the door. We don't even know how to open the door. Maybe we should …"
"Tell this news to the Order of the Phoenix, let them send people to investigate what the Dark Demon plans to do. We'll go to Gringotts according to the original plan to find Hufflepuff's golden cup. But we have to hurry, it's best if we go now." Elwyn paused, raised his head and looked at the pale Harry, "Harry, are you really okay? If not, let's go tomorrow morning. "
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, we can move at any time." Harry said weakly, "If we need to, now …"
"You need to rest now, Harry! Elwyn, do we have to go to Gringotts in such a hurry? Didn't we agree to stay here for a period of time to study the things that Dumbledore left for us, and wait for the situation to clear up before taking action? To be honest, I haven't read that book yet. Sirius told us to stay here, moreover, we still haven't found Ron … "Hermione frowned. She turned to look at Elwyn, her voice becoming weaker and weaker," Alright, is the Dark Demon opening that door very important? Elwyn, do you know something? "
"I'm not too sure. I just have a bad feeling about this." Elwyn said, "The plan has changed. Hermione, we don't have time to wait for Ron, he will be fine. If Sirius finds him, he will be sent here. As for the things that Dumbledore left for us, we can slowly study them. We'll sleep here tonight, and leave for Gringotts tomorrow morning. Come on, Hermione, Elaine, you can stay in the bedroom on the second floor. Harry and I will go to the room on the first floor. Call me if you need anything. "
Hermione seemed to be a little worried and wanted to say something. However, she looked at Elwyn and Harry, who had an ugly expression on their faces, and said nothing in the end. On the other hand, Elaine looked indifferent and kept yawning. It was obvious that she was very tired.
After saying goodnight in a hurry, Elwyn helped Harry to go to bed.
… …..
Chapter 2. Elwyn woke up early in the morning. His head was groggy, and shaking it caused more pain. His condition was much worse than yesterday. He seemed to have had a terrible nightmare, but he couldn't remember anything. Elwyn even suspected that he was connected to Lord Voldemort's brain like Harry. If not, why would he be so tired?
Through the gaps of the thick curtains, one could vaguely see the sky outside. The sky before dawn had a faint blue ripple, accompanied by waves of coolness. Everything was so quiet. On the bed beside, Harry was still asleep.
Elwyn didn't wake him up. He stared blankly at the dark ceiling for a while, before climbing out of bed.
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