HP Magic Biography

I said, what's in the Mystery Department, sir? said Harry.

Why, said Snape slowly, you want to ask about that?

Because, said Harry, taking a step forward and looking closely into Snape's face, that corridor, which I just saw—I've been dreaming about it for months—I know It—it led me to the Mystery Department. And I think Voldemort wants to get out of—

I already told you not to say the name of the Dark Lord!

They looked at each other. Harry's scar ached again, but he didn't mind. Snape looked agitated; but when he spoke again, his tone was cold and unconcerned. There's a lot in the Mystery Department, Potter, a few of which you might know about, yet nothing that concerns you. Am I not clear?

Yes, said Harry, still rubbing his scar, in increasing pain.

I hope you'll be back here at the same time on Tuesday as we continue our studies. Oh, said Harry. He rushed out of Snape's office desperately, looking for Fan Lin and Hermione.

You have to empty your emotions before going to bed every day, empty him, make him blank and calm, you know?

Yes, said Harry, barely listening.

And I'm warning you, Potter. I already know that if you don't practice—

Okay, Harry murmured. He grabbed his schoolbag, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried to the office door, and when he opened it, he glanced at Snape, who was carefully placing his thoughts into the Pensieve with his wand. inside.

Harry left without a word, closing the door carefully behind him, his scar still aching violently. Harry found Valin and Hermione in the library, who were doing a lot of homework that Umbridge had recently assigned.

This is almost the most homework that Fan Lin has done in fifteen years. Most importantly, it is useless, but they have to waste part of their time on it. Fan Lin has been thinking about whether to ask Rita to get some A recording pen, so that he can be freed from heavy homework, it is best to get one for Hermione.

And other students, doing the same job, worst Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment in fifteen years.

Sitting under the light, with a book stuck to his nose, he wrote excitedly with a quill pen, and the sky outside the window slowly turned black. There was only the sound of Mrs. Pince's shoes as she patrolled the aisles, bowing her neck to breathe, stroking her beloved books.

It made Harry feel terrible; his scar was still hurting, and he felt like he was going crazy. When he sat across from Van Lin and Hermione, he saw his own shadow in the opposite window; he was very pale, and his scar looked more clearly than usual.

How did it go? whispered Hermione, then looked at Harry concerned. Are you all right, Harry?

Yeah, okay, I don't know, said Harry impatiently, twitching from the pain in his scar, Listen, I understand something.

So he told them what he had just said he had seen and deduced.

So, you're saying, Van Lin whispered after Mrs. Pince walked by, that the weapon - the thing after You-Know-Who - is in the Ministry of Magic?

In the Mystery Department, it must be, whispered Harry, I saw that door when Ron's dad took me into the courtroom, and I'm sure Mrs Weasley was attacked when It's there too.

Hermione let out a long, slow sigh. Of course, she took a breath.

Of course what? Harry said urgently.

Harry, come to think of it, someone tried to go through a door of the Ministry of Magic, it must be this door, too many coincidences!

The two looked at Fan Lin.

So, you should learn to judge. Fan Lin said helplessly, This should be exactly what Voldemort wants, and I don't know more about you. They avoided me just to prevent such a situation.

So, what is usually stored in the mysterious department?

I know they call the people who work there 'unspeakable', Fan Lin said, frowning. Because no one seems to really know what they're doing - but, knowable, all the unexplainable stuff can be found there, like, Time-Turners, which I presume to be the original form of Time-Turners Where is it hidden, or do you think that with the current level of the Ministry of Magic, it is possible to master this method of time conversion? It is difficult to trace the source.

So, Voldemort's target... said Hermione.

No, I can't judge yet. Fan Lin said, Harry, if you find anything, you must tell me, but before that, you must learn to judge the authenticity, which is what I have been worried about.

worry about what?

You can see what Voldemort sees, and of course he can make you see what he wants you to see...you know what I mean...

Understood, but we are not discussing the mystery department...

There might be top secret Ministry of Magic secrets in there, I thought. Harry, are you sure you're perfectly normal? I mean, there's no way Ministry secrets can ever be revealed, and there's no use in guessing here, so, are you sure ...

Because Harry had both hands on his forehead, it looked very hot there.

Yes, all right, he said, letting go of his trembling hands.

I have a feeling that I really don't like Occlumency.

I suppose someone would be a little disturbed if his mind was invaded over and over again, said Hermione pityingly. You should have studied hard with Fan Lin...

I learned it, but it's useless... Harry shrugged helplessly. Hermione looked at Fan Lin, and after getting an affirmative answer, she put on a pitiful expression.

Okay, let's not talk about the Ministry of Magic or anything, let's go back to the common room, we'll be more comfortable there.

Of course, I have some unfortunate news to tell you. Fan Lin said, shaking off the homework in his hand, If you don't want Umbridge to cause trouble, you'd better get rid of it, otherwise it will delay Sneh It's not a wise choice to have a private tutoring session with Professor Pu, you will be dealing with two people at the same time.

When Fan Lin thought of Snape's cold face and Umbridge's smirk, he felt sad for Harry. At the same time, he was also fortunate. With Harry attracting attention, his quiet paddling was still very good.