The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Harry was in an amazing state right now.

Although the Roman numeral 7 arranged by those 'brains in a vat' only existed for a moment, it seemed to be imprinted on his retina at this moment and could not be removed no matter what.

This picture made him couldn't help but look at the seventh black door.

'Are those brains guiding me? '

Once this idea occurred, Harry could no longer suppress himself.

He stepped forward slowly and pushed open the black door.

"Harry! Why did you open a new door?"

Hermione shouted anxiously.

According to her opinion, the best thing to do now is to verify Aberforth's statement.

If the mechanism here is really space magic, and the room behind the door will change every time the wall rotates, then you should keep trying with a door until you have tried all the possibilities.

This is the most effective method of elimination testing.

But now, Harry has opened another door.

This can be said to have nearly doubled their next workload!

"Okay, Hermione, don't be so angry." George and Fred looked at each other and advised each other, "The doors are already open anyway, let's just go and take a look."

Hermione still looked angry, obviously not persuaded by George and Fred.

What they didn't notice was that not far away, Harry's body was trembling slightly.

The scene that appeared in front of him at this moment was beyond his imagination.

This is not to say how terrifying and weird this scene is, but this scene is really too ordinary!

Behind the seventh black door is a small hotel.

Those old walls, doors with room numbers engraved on them, small wooden counters...

All of this showed Harry that this was an extremely ordinary hotel.

Perhaps this was a seaside hotel after all, because Harry could still vaguely hear the crashing waves and the sound of seagulls chirping.

This may seem like nothing at first glance.

But the sudden appearance of such an ordinary thing in a place like the Department of Mysteries is the biggest weirdness in itself!

On the other side, George and Fred finally persuaded Hermione.

The two of them slowly came to Harry's side and said:

"Hey! Harry, what are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up... Wow!"

George and Fred both let out an exclamation of surprise.

Apparently he was also shocked by the scene behind the door.

But it was completely different from Harry's reaction. There was actually a flash of excitement in their eyes.

"A seaside resort hotel? George, am I dazzled?"

"Of course you didn't, Fred, because I saw it too!"

George and Fred looked at me and said something to each other, and then pushed Harry towards the door.

This move startled Harry, but before he could stop him, they all entered the hotel together.

"crunch..."

The wooden floor of the hotel was stepped on by several people, and an old scream came out, which seemed to foreshadow the end of Harry and his party.

It's a pity that Harry and others' attention is focused elsewhere.

George and Fred rushed to the counter in the center of the hotel almost immediately.

Harry, on the other hand, stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

On it, a large area of ​​dim sunlight that usually only appears at dusk is reflected.

They formed a regular square on the wall according to the shape of the upper frame of the window. At first glance, it looked like a weird human face made of squares.

The sound of seagulls sounded again.

Harry instinctively turned his head and looked out the window.

He was mentally prepared to see the beach, the waves, and even the sunset.

However, what caught his eyes were only two windows completely filled with yellow light.

It was as if someone had blocked the window with a huge light panel.

But strangely, the light emitted by those 'light panels' was not dazzling, and Harry did not feel any discomfort when looking directly at them.

Looking up again along the window, there is an old-fashioned wooden wall clock hanging above.

This stuff was in the Dursleys' house where Harry used to live.

Every noon, the small wooden door above it will open automatically, and then a spring bird will pop out from inside, calling out to tell the time.

Harry used to hate this kind of wall clock.

Because often when it barks, it means that he needs to serve tea and water to prepare lunch for the Dursley family!

And now, Harry's dislike of this kind of wall clock deepened even more.

Because the time displayed above is six o'clock in the afternoon.

This perfectly matches the time of day when a dusk scene appears in the beachfront hotel.

But it doesn't match the time of Harry and others.

Harry remembered clearly that when they arrived at the phone booth, all the street lights around them were already on.

The automatic lighting time of London street lights is [-]pm!

Harry took a deep breath uneasily.

As a pure Muggle wizard who had attended primary school for five years, he still knew about jet lag.

It was precisely because of this that he seriously suspected that he and others might have been transported to another land thousands of miles away by the black door.

But, this still doesn’t make sense.

Because you can't see the outside scene at all from those windows.

It was as if the space they were currently in was an independent entity that had been cut off from the real world and sealed away!

"Hey! Harry, come see what we found?"

Ron's slightly excited voice woke Harry up from his reverie.

He suddenly turned around and found that Aberforth and the others had already entered the hotel and were surrounding the empty counter.

In the center of them, there is a hanging rope with a piece of plastic hanging at the end.

No, to be precise, this should be a light rope.

Harry was all too familiar with it.

There was a light cord connected to a light bulb in the closet where he used to live.

But the problem is, there are no light bulbs in this entire hotel!

So what is this light cord used to turn on?

While Harry was thinking, George's hand had already touched the rope.

"do not want!"

Harry then shouted sharply.

However, it was too late.

As the rope was pulled, there was a click, and the entire hotel instantly became dark.

The dusk light and shadow on the wall, the bright 'light panel' outside the window, and all luminous objects were all extinguished.

Everyone present was shocked.

Fortunately, the light soon returned.

Because George was frightened and quickly pulled the light cord.

"Merlin's beard! What just happened?"

Ron shouted loudly, the wand in his hand trembling slightly, as if infected by the fear of its owner.

"So, what the light rope controls is actually all the light here?" Fred rubbed his chin and said, "But that doesn't make sense. What is reflected outside is obviously sunlight, unless..."

George then said, "Unless we are actually locked in a small box now, and there is a big light bulb pointing at us from the outside!"

As soon as these words came out, Ron trembled even more.

Hermione scolded:

"Stop talking nonsense! How is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible? This is the Department of Mysteries, anything can happen!" George shook his head excitedly and said, "Otherwise, how can you explain this?"

As he spoke, George pulled the light cord again.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed again.

However, this time, what changes along with the light is the entire surrounding environment.

The originally cozy seaside hotel disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a spacious, giant room filled with high shelves!

On those shelves were many small, dusty glass balls.

Under the light of the wall-mounted candlesticks, the glass balls shone dimly.

The changes in front of them made George and Fred finally stop laughing and joking.

They formed a circle with Aberforth's back, protecting the three Harrys within the circle, while he held his wand and looked around vigilantly.

Harry was also a little confused.

He looked at the scene around him and felt that his heart was beating so fast and violently that even his speech would be affected.

But he still persisted and said in a hoarse voice:

"That's it! We're here!"

"What?" Hermione lowered her voice and said, "But this place doesn't look like it has experienced a battle! There is no trace of Dumbledore or the others here!"

Ron turned his head back and forth, looking around through the gap in the wall formed by Aberforth, George and Fred:

"Maybe what Link said before was right. You just had a nightmare. None of this is true."

"We don't think so!" George and Fred said, "Link once mentioned to us that Harry's brain was invaded by Voldemort by some accident. What if Dumbledore and the others had never been here? So I guess...

This is most likely a trap set by Voldemort! "

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Harry and the other three instantly turned pale.

"Wait! What are you talking about?!"

Aberforth said angrily, "You mean this place is a trap? Damn it, I actually followed you here!"

Harry shrank when he heard the words, he didn't know how to explain the current situation.

Hermione helped Harry retort:

"It's not Harry's fault! He's just too worried about Dumbledore!"

Aberforth said harshly:

"At least there is no obvious danger here yet, and Dumbledore and the others are not here either. In this case, we should leave here immediately!"

As he spoke, Aberforth pointed to a narrow door on the other side of the room.

"You mean you want us to go there?"

Ron said in disbelief, "God knows what kind of strange room there will be inside? There might even be monsters!"

"That's better than staying here now!"

After Aberforth said this, he dragged Harry and others towards the narrow door.

George and Fred looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

Their ideas are similar to Aberforth's.

Since there is no trace of Mr. Weasley here, the first thing they need to do is to leave here and then confirm the safety of Mr. Weasley and the others.

In fact, they should have done this long ago.

It's a pity that they were dazzled by the successive changes before.

The group of people walked quickly through the room, but something strange happened again.

As those tall shelves passed by both sides of them row after row, the narrow door seemed to automatically retreat, always maintaining a fixed distance from them.

Seeing this, Aberforth stopped first and said:

"Space restriction! We are trapped! Stop trying to get closer, and quickly find something like a light rope. Since we got here through that thing, it can also take us out!"

Hearing this, Harry and the others immediately nodded and began to spread out and search around.

This must be a tough job.

Although there are a lot of wall-mounted candlesticks in this room, the area here is really too big.

The cold light bursting out from those blue flames simply couldn't provide enough light.

Plus it’s filled with all kinds of big shelves.

Trying to find a light rope in such a messy and dark environment is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But now, this has become a task that Harry and others must complete!

A few of them quickly searched around on the shelves, but there was nothing else on the shelves except glass balls of different sizes.

This made Harry become more and more impatient.

It felt like there was some danger approaching him quickly!

"Harry! Come here!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Is this...is your name on it?"

"Ok?"

Harry replied sullenly, and immediately rushed to Ron's side as he reacted.

Ron was holding a glass ball in his hand that was as big as a baby's fist. From Harry's perspective, he could clearly see some kind of cotton-like light rippling inside the glass ball, as well as a strand of light surrounding the surface of the glass ball. Thin lines.

There is also a yellowed tag tied to the end of this thin line, with a date about 16 years ago written in thin writing on it, followed by:

Dark Lord X Harry Potter

"What is this?" Ron said timidly, "Why is your name on it?"

Harry shook his head slightly.

He could have sworn he had never seen anything like it before.

However, the moment he saw the glass ball, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

An indescribable voice was whispering in his ear.

It was a language completely foreign to him.

But somehow, Harry clearly understood what the voice meant - pick up the crystal ball!

At this time, Aberforth, Hermione and others not far away also discovered something unusual on Harry and Ron's side.

When Aberforth saw the crystal ball in Ron's hand, his eyes, which had been buried deep in his hair and couldn't see carefully, suddenly widened.

He shouted as if he remembered something:

"Harry! Don't touch that crystal ball!"

Harry heard Aberforth's voice clearly.

Although the sound sounded far away and empty to him now, he did hear it.

It was precisely because of this sharp shout that Harry felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

However, this didn't do much.

The strange voice that continued to whisper in his ears was like a basin of ice water pouring directly on the fire of vigilance in his heart, extinguishing it easily.

Harry's eyes gradually became dilated and his expression became dull.

He dazedly took the crystal ball from Ron, who was looking in the direction of Aberforth, and held it carefully in his hand.

The next moment, the strange whispering voice disappeared.

Harry also regained consciousness.

He frowned and stared at the crystal ball in his hand with some confusion.

At the same time, Aberforth finally rushed to Harry's side. He stared at the crystal ball, and the muscles on his entire face were shaking unconsciously.

"It's over!" he murmured, "It's all over!"

Harry looked at him puzzled and said:

"What's over? It's obviously..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, a long-drawn voice behind them spoke:

"Very well, Potter. Now turn around, turn around slowly, and hand it to me."

This voice was all too familiar to Harry.

Lucius Malfoy!

That deliberately drawn-out tone was exactly the same as that of his son Draco Malfoy!

Harry turned his head sharply, and sure enough he saw Lucius Malfoy with long platinum hair.

No, not just Lucius Malfoy.

Around them, more and more black shadows were approaching.

These figures in black robes blocked their paths on both sides.

Their eyes shot out fierce light from the slits in their hoods, and dozens of glowing wands pointed directly at their hearts!