I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The corridor outside was empty, and a black door at the end was consistent with the one in Harry's dream.

Harry looked at the door. This was not the first time he had seen it. To be precise, he had seen it too many times in his dreams this year.

"Let's go," Harry said quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

When he was only a few feet away from the black door, Harry recalled Hermione's suggestion and said, "Actually, Hermione is right. We might be able to ask someone to find Percy, and then..."

"I think there's nothing wrong with this proposal, but I have a question," Ron asked, "If Percy is not here and we are separated again, how should we reunite?"

Seemingly reading Harry's thoughts, Ron said: "Don't even think about abandoning us, buddy."

Harry looked back at the four men and saw no flinch on any of their faces.

After that impulse, he gradually calmed down.

He suddenly realized that Hermione was right, but sometimes he was not very calm.

So he wanted to face it alone, but his companions did not back down.

Now standing in front of the door, there is no choice.

Harry came to the black door as in his dream, and it opened.

They stepped inside. It was a large circular room.

There are many black doors inlaid on the black walls, all of them are exactly the same, without any marks or handles.

Some branch-shaped candles were dotted on the walls, and the blue flames swayed with cold light, which was projected on the shiny marble floor, making the ground look like dark water.

"Who closed the door?" Harry said, and he regretted it.

When Ron closed the door, the room, which was not bright enough, could only rely on the dim light from the tiny flame.

Harry just wanted to walk over as quickly as possible, but at this moment, the twelve doors in the dream began to rotate.

It's a wall, a circular wall spinning.

After they stopped, they didn't even know which door they came in through.

Harry and the others needed to calm down. Now they couldn't tell which was the entrance in the dream, so they had to rely on luck to open a door.

It was an empty room.

Perhaps after experiencing the darkness of the previous room, they felt that this room was much brighter.

There were none of the twinkling, flickering lights that Harry had seen in his dreams.

There were only a few tables, and in the center was a huge glass tank big enough for them to swim in.

There is dark green liquid in the water tank, with many pearl-white things floating lazily there.

Ginny thought they were fish, Luna thought they were trembling maggots, but Hermione recognized them right away.

That's the brain.

Watching a bunch of brains swimming is not a comfortable experience.

"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This is not the right place. We need to find another door."

"There are some doors here too." Ron pointed at the surrounding walls, which made Harry's heart sink.

I don’t know how big the Department of Mysteries is, and I don’t know how many such doors there are.

But this place was different from the room in his dream. He led everyone back to the dark room.

Just as he was about to close the door, Hermione shouted to stop him.

She took her wand and marked the door, meaning it had been opened.

Her smart approach made all her friends think she was really smart.

When the door closed and turned again, they immediately saw the door they had entered through.

Harry walked to the other door, followed by the others, wands raised.

The room this time was larger than the one before.

It was rectangular, with a huge pit about twenty feet deep sunk in the middle.

Surrounded by stepped stone benches, they stood at the top.

It gave Harry the feeling that he had been to the Wizengamot trial chamber.

The difference is that this place is larger, and there is not a chair with a chain in the middle, but a high platform with a stone arch erected on it.

That arch was very old, worn, and decayed.

What's even more surprising is that it can actually stay upright.

There was no support around it, only a tattered black curtain or curtain.

There was obviously no wind, but you could see the curtains fluttering gently there.

Harry suddenly said, "Who's there?"

He jumped down and stepped on rows of stone benches to the stone bottom of the pit.

"Sirius?" He seemed to hear some voices coming from inside.

But there was nothing behind it. Harry heard a murmur, but couldn't make it out clearly.

"Harry, let's go, okay?" Hermione called Harry to leave.

Harry shouted to the arch, "What are you talking about?"

"No one said anything, Harry!" Hermione couldn't sit still and walked down.

But Harry stubbornly avoided her outstretched hand, which made Hermione feel very bad.

This is the mysterious Department of Mysteries, the most important place in the Ministry of Magic.

No one knows what magic will affect whom.

Luna seemed to be affected too, which made Hermione uneasy and angry.

"We are here to save Sirius, don't look at that arch stupidly!"

Her words finally had an effect, and Harry thought back to his business.

Harry walked off the platform, but when he turned around, Ginny was standing there.

Without saying a word, Hermione went up and pulled Ginny down.

Ron hesitated to speak, she was his sister after all, could she be gentler.

Too much time was wasted here, which made Harry feel a little distracted.

On the way out, he asked Hermione if she knew what it was.

Hermione gave him a roll of her eyes, how could she possibly know.

Put a mark on the door and close it again.

The wall spun again.

After stopping, Harry walked to a door.

When I pushed, the door didn't open.

They got excited, maybe they were in the right place.

Hermione couldn't open it with the Unlock Spell, so Harry took out the knife that Sirius gave him. This thing was better than the Unlock Spell and could unlock all the locks.

But after inserting it into the crack of the door, not only did the door not open, the knife also melted.

They were at their wits' end, and Hermione thought it couldn't be this, as Harry had no problem with his dreams.

After leaving the mark, the wall began to turn again.

After stopping this time, Harry pushed open a door.

He looked at the familiar dancing light spots and was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

You found the right one!

They quickened their pace and ran towards the other door in the dream.

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Chapter 361 John’s secrets and plans

In the deserted halls of the Ministry of Magic.

The fireplace embedded in the wall suddenly lit up with a faint blue fire.

The first one to walk out was Cedric. His black suit was tailored well and did not hinder his movement, and his cufflinks were made of yellow-orange gemstones.

Then came Malfoy, who wore a black velvet suit, a silver snake wrapped around his shoulders, and an emerald ring on the little finger of his right hand.

Neville walked out last, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, holding a sword with a delicate silver scabbard and rubies in his hand.

After the three people walked out, the stove next to them ignited a flame, and a man with blond hair and a white mask walked out of it.

"You are here."

The man took off his mask, and a face he had seen in the World Cup appeared.

Cedric said in a deep voice: "Gold."

He looked at Jin's outfit, the white mask he had seen in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts.

Johnny Silverhand man.

"So you're Johnny Silverhand's man." Cedric, as the eldest, naturally assumed the role of his older brother.

"Wrong." There was a layer of stubble on Jin's chin. He looked at the three of them, "We are all."

"Huh?" The expressions of the three of them seemed confused.

King said, "John, that's Johnny Silverhand."

In the hall, Kim told that truth.

"You mean, John is Johnny Silverhand?" Malfoy felt confused in his chest, his eyes were fixed on Jin, and he growled: "This is impossible, I have seen Johnny Silverhand..."

At this point, Malfoy suddenly couldn't speak anymore.

He recalled what happened when he was brought to Johnny Silverhand. What happened at that time?

It seems like... he hopes to be Johnny Silverhand's godson.

Apparently Jin also understood something, he said sympathetically, "You haven't seen his face, have you."

Malfoy's face darkened.

Neville was a little confused and murmured: "If John is Johnny Silverhand, then he..."

"He is better than you think." Jin nodded slowly, "He established this huge force starting in the second grade."

"The reason why he didn't tell you this secret is because you are too young." Jin said.

"So, both Percy and Fleur know about it?" Malfoy still found it difficult to accept.

"Percy knew about this, but it was only last year." Jin nodded and said, "You don't have to complain, because in this way, we can better protect you."

Malfoy looked at Cedric who was silent and asked, "You know it too?"

Cedric nodded, closed his eyes and said painfully, "The cemetery."

This is a painful memory.

Jin's eyes darkened, then suddenly became bright again.

"That's it for John's secret." Jin changed the topic and said seriously, "It's time for us to carry out John's plan, John's final... plan."

At this moment, everyone's hearts are covered with haze.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "Revenge."

Jin said nothing, but turned around and led them forward.

When passing the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, Cedric frowned and said, "Where have all the people from the Ministry of Magic gone?"

"John took the right to use this place for one night in order to let Voldemort come." A cold light flashed in Jin's eyes.