Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 497: The Solid Door

A familiar darkness again.

In the darkness, countless glittering ‘doors’ were calling him.

Among them, the one he was most familiar with, the one he entered for the first time, slowly approached him.

Harry opened his emerald eyes, and a familiar, yet strange room appeared in front of him.

This was his bedroom in the Black family. If the layout of the bedroom was reversed, it would be no different from when he left before.

He turned the snake-head-shaped bedroom doorknob and opened the door.

A series of cold lights shone on Harry, and with the silver reflective wizard robe, he now had a sense of déjà vu of a ghost.

And this deep and terrifying room was his house of horror.

The mirror world is a reflection of the real world, and Harry understood this very well.

So, in the real Black house, it was also illuminated by candles that shone with a cold light.

After he left the Black family, even the room on the third floor, far away from Regulus' room, was reflected with the same cold and lonely light as yesterday's birthday.

Sirius seemed to be familiar with such lighting, for Regulus.

Harry couldn't help thinking this as he looked at the snake-shaped chandelier and the cold-toned candles on the candelabra on the table next to him.

Harry began to walk down the dark stairs, and the wrinkled heads gathered on the plaque on the wall next to him also felt very familiar.

He had long been accustomed to these dark wizard elements of the Black family.

Even the large umbrella stand made of a broken leg of a troll could be seen by Harry as charming.

However, the appearance of the troll umbrella also meant that he had reached the first-floor hallway.

Not far from his destination today, the boiler room, which was Kreacher's bedroom.

Narrow stone steps; rough stone walls, deep rooms; dark ceilings and heavy iron pots and pans hanging on them

"It really deserves to be the Grim Old Place (the abbreviation is Grimmauld Place)." Three minutes later, Harry, who was already standing in front of the boiler room, couldn't help but sigh.

However, as Harry got closer to today's destination, the sticky, slippery and cold magic became more and more obvious.

Waves of crying and sobbing came from the crack of the door.

Although there was a door between them, when Harry heard the sound, he had a series of visions.

It was a clean, messy nest made of strips of cloth.

He saw the thing that made the sound!

The shape of the thing was a naked child, curled up in the nest, with red and rough skin, looking like it had been peeled off.

Harry swallowed his saliva. Although the thing was small, weak and injured, he didn't want to get close to it.

However, he still moved over little by little, and his hand began to slowly touch the door handle of the boiler room, ready to withdraw at any time.

But when his hand had already twisted the door handle and was ready to push it open, he suddenly didn't have the courage to do so, like a coward.

"Maybe reciting prayers outside the door will also work."

Such thoughts kept churning in his heart.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already let go of the doorknob, put his hands together, and knelt in front of the boiler room door.

"The creator of thousands of stars, the master of the opposite world, the one who has escaped from fate and holds the divine power! People with similar fates to yours call your name in your kingdom--" Unconsciously, two identical but slightly different voices sounded from Harry's mouth.

Both of them started praying at the same time.

As the prayers progressed, he felt a grand and vast consciousness enveloping him, as comfortable and peaceful as the amniotic fluid in the mother's womb.

The vision became more and more obvious, and the little monster who was sobbing weakly in the cloth strips suddenly jumped up and roared at him behind the door in a way that could only be described as eerie and terrifying.

But the door was like a natural moat, and the following prayers "The remaining traces and memories will appear in your third vision of exploring fate, recast!" were blocked by this thin door like a bullet jam.

Harry realized that perhaps the prayer would only work if he walked into the room, or even touched the little monster.

As the prayer stopped, the sacred consciousness began to withdraw from his body.

A strange feeling like a bride abandoned by her husband at a wedding also inexplicably surged into his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Harry grasped the door handle again -

"How could it be!" Harry found that he couldn't open it.

"Aloho!" Harry pointed his wand at the position where the door lock should be, and chanted.

But the door remained the same.

"Aloho!" Harry chanted a rough spell that could smash the door lock, but sometimes left a smoking hole in the keyhole.

The door still didn't move.

"Open sesame!" Harry chanted an even more violent spell to open the door, which would tear the door off its hinges and chop it into firewood.

But the door was like it had been subjected to multiple counter-spells, and it remained unchanged.

"Thunder Explosion! Shattered! Shattered! "Avada, bite the big melon!" Harry panted, looking at the familiar yet strange door.

It was not as dirty as it was when he first saw it.

But it seemed to have been rebuilt while removing the dirt.

The whole door was as solid as a rock.

Except for the opening spell against the door, even the last destructive spell he used randomly had no effect on it.

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Even the killing curse that can kill everything has no effect on it.

"Got it!" Harry seemed to have thought of something.

He took out a knife from his robe.

This is a multifunctional knife, one of his birthday gifts.

Because in addition to being a knife, it also has the functions of an ear pick and nail clippers.

So Harry often carries it with him.

And when he was at the Weasleys' house, Fred and the others taught him how to open the door using Muggle means.

So Harry inserted the knife into the gap between the door and the wall, scratched from the top to the bottom, then he pulled out the knife and hit it with his shoulder again.

But - the door was still closed tightly like before.

Not only that, when Harry looked down, he found that the blade had melted.

Harry sat down on the ground weakly, looking at the door that didn't look very solid.

The sobbing sound of the little monster behind the door seemed to be laughing at himself.

"No, there must be other ways!" Harry encouraged himself again.

The mirror world is a reflection of the real world.

The room he couldn't open was Kreacher's bedroom.

He couldn't, but that didn't mean Kreacher couldn't.

Maybe Sirius could.

Maybe this was a new spell that Sirius had recently cast in the boiler room, and this room was used by Sirius as a storage room for precious items?

If it didn't work, he could still write to Ryan.

With the last glimmer of hope, Harry disappeared from the spot through the smooth mirror of an iron basin.