94 hp Diagon Alley

In front of them, the golden fence slid from the middle to the sides, and with a deafening, reverberating clang, they rushed through.Harry poked button number nine, and the bar slammed shut.The elevator made a rattling sound, which was very ear-piercing.

Gwen should have been admiring the magical Ministry of Magic elevators, but she was now overwhelmed by a strong sense of unease.Holding his wand tightly, he asked, "I've never been to the Ministry of Magic. Can anyone remind me that there are no security personnel in this building? There's a lot of movement in the elevator..."

But when the lift came to a halt, the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The grate opened and they stepped out into the hallway, where all but the nearest torch flickered in the draft stirred up by the lift. , nothing happened.

The Ministry of Magic is really doomed.Gwen cursed inwardly again.

Harry turned to a plain black door as if he had visited countless times. "Let's go." He whispered, leading everyone along the corridor, Luna followed behind him, opened her mouth slightly, and looked around.

He stepped across the threshold, and the others followed.They were standing in a huge round room.Everything here, including the ceiling and the floor, is black; identical black doors without marks or handles are set some distance apart from each other and embedded in the surrounding black walls, and some candles with blue flames are adorned. On the walls, cold, flickering candles were reflected on the polished marble floor, making the floor look like a puddle of black water.

There are twelve doors around it.Just as Harry was staring at the doors in front of him, trying to decide which one to go in, the candle started to move sideways with a loud boom.The circular wall rotates.

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm as if worried that the floor would move too, but the floor didn't move.A few seconds later, the blue flames around them blurred into similar halos with the rapid rotation of the wall.Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumble died away and all was quiet again.

"What's this for?" Ron asked in a worried voice.

"I guess it's confusing us which door we came in from," Gwen replied in a low voice.

Harry realized at once that she was right: it was harder for him to identify the exit now than it was to find a black ant on a dark floor; any of the twelve surrounding doors could be a The one they need to go through.

"How are we going to get out?" Neville asked uneasily.

"It doesn't matter now," said Harry excitedly, blinking his eyes as he tried to erase the blue lines in his eyes, and tightened his grip on his wand. "We don't need to go out until we find Sirius—" —”

"Hush!" Hermione said hastily.

"Where are we going, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I don't know—" Harry started, swallowing again, "In those dreams I got off the lift, went through a door at the end of a corridor, and went into a dark room—and then I went through another door and into a room that was kind of… shiny. We should try a few doors," he said hastily, "as soon as I saw that room, I knew where to go. Come on. "

He went straight to the door facing him, the others following closely behind.He put his left hand on the cold, shiny door, raised his wand, ready to rush the moment it opened, and pushed.The door swung open with ease.

Chandeliers hung low from the white ceiling on golden chains, and the square room seemed very bright, though without the hazy, flickering glimmer Harry had described.The room was almost empty except for one table, and in the middle of the room there was a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid, big enough for them to swim in it; many white things were slowly floating in it drift away.

"What's this?" Ron whispered.

"I don't know," said Harry.

"Is it a fish?" Ginny asked softly.

"Akamaggot!" Luna said excitedly, "Papa said the Ministry of Magic kept—"

"No," said Hermione.Her tone was a little strange.She walked up and looked in through the container. "It's the brain."

"Brain?" Gwen's eyes widened, "Stop talking, I'm about to throw up..."

"Why do they raise such a thing?"

Harry came to stand beside her in front of the water tank.True enough, he was so close that he couldn't be mistaken.In the depths of the green liquid they appeared and flickered eerie, like slimy broccoli.

"Get out of here, everyone," said Harry. "Not this one, let's try another door."

"There are also many doors here." Ron said while pointing to the surrounding walls.Harry's heart sank, how big this place really is. "In my dream, I went through the black room and entered the second one," he said. "I think we should go back and try from there."

They sped back into the dark round room; instead of the blue candlelight, those hideous images of the brain swam before his eyes.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione screamed just as Luna was about to close the door of the brain behind her, "The sign appears!"

She drew her wand in mid-air, and a fiery red "X" appeared on the door.As the door clicked shut behind them, there was a deafening rumble, and the walls began to whirl again.But in the faint blue light, there was a huge, fuzzy golden red, and when everything was still again, the fiery x was still burning, showing that this door they had already entered.

"Good idea," said Harry, "now, let's try this one again—"

He still strode straight to the door in front of him, raised his wand and pushed the door open, and the others still followed behind.

This time it was larger than the previous one, dimly lit, square, and sunken in the center, forming a gigantic stone pit about twenty feet deep.Stone steps encircled the entire room, like stone benches, gradually descending step by step, each step was very steep, like a lecture theater, or the courtroom where Harry was interrogated by the Wizengamot, where they stood The location is on the top step.But instead of the chained chair in the center of the stone pit, there was a raised stone platform with an arch on top of it, which looked very old and dilapidated, and Harry wondered how it could still stand there. Do not fall down.There was no support from any walls around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung on it, and although the air here was cold and there was no wind, it was swaying gently, as if it had just been touched. .

"Who's there?" said Harry, jumping onto the stone bench on the next step.But no one answered, but the curtain still fluttered.

"Be careful!" Hermione said in a low voice.

Harry quickly climbed down the stone benches to the very bottom of the stone pit, and then walked slowly towards the stone platform. The footsteps echoed in the room, and the pointed arch now looked much higher than when looking down on it from above.The curtain was still swaying slightly, as if someone had just passed through it.

"Sirius?" Harry called again, his voice soft because of the proximity.

He had a very strange feeling that someone must be standing behind the curtain, or on the other side of the arch.Gripping his wand tightly, he walked cautiously around behind the table, but there was no one there; only the other side of the tattered black drapery could be seen from here.

"Let's go," Hermione called down the middle of the stone steps. "Not this one, Harry, come on, let's go."

It sounded like she was terrified, more terrified than she had been in the room with the swimming brains, but Harry thought the arch had a unique beauty to it despite its age.The lightly fluttering curtain interested him; he felt a strong desire to climb up the ledge and pass through it.

Gwen's brain began to sound alarms, and she felt a constant, chilling cold current passing through her temples again and again.As if that arch was something more terrible than death.

"Harry, hurry up!" Gwen said anxiously, even with an abnormally tough attitude, "Stay away from that!"

"Here it is," he said, but did not move.He had just heard something, a faint whisper and muttering from behind the curtain.

"What are you talking about?" he asked loudly, his words echoing across the stone benches.

"Nobody's talking, Harry!" said Hermione, walking towards him.

"Someone's whispering in the back," he said, moving away from Hermione, still staring at the curtain, frowning. "Is that you, Ron?"

"I'm here, buddy," said Ron, coming out from the other side of the archway.

"Can't you all hear the sound?" Harry asked urgently, as the whispers and mutterings grew louder; he found himself standing on the ledge automatically.

"I can hear it too," Luna whispered and came to the side of the arch to stand with them, she watched the fluttering curtain, "There are people inside!"

"What do you mean, 'in there'?" Gwen asked angrily, taking a few steps back, out of nowhere, "I don't know what's in 'in there', but it makes me Not feeling well, Harry, Ron, Luna. Don't do it again, get out of here—”

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