hp Ouroboros

A plain black door appeared in front of him, and the moment Harry saw it, he recognized it as the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries, just behind that door, where he had always wanted to go.. .

Is it he who wants to go in?Harry was in a trance for a moment, but the longing voice kept saying to him, open it...open it...He walked quickly to the door, and this time he finally went in.

Now he entered a long rectangular room, his ears filled with the strange ticking sound of a mechanical device.Some silver spots were jumping on the four walls, it should be the reflection of something, but he didn't stop to check.Harry knew he had to go on... There was a door at the end of the room, he touched it and it opened easily.

With longing in his heart, Harry entered a dimly lit, tall and spacious room like a cathedral. There was nothing else in here, only countless tall shelves extending endlessly towards the darkness. .Every shelf was filled with tiny, dusty glass globes.

Little glass ball?What's this?Harry was puzzled in his heart, but the other part of him seemed to have no such doubts at all. His excited heart was beating violently, and he ran forward with a clear purpose—this room, there was something he wanted very, very much... .

----------------

Even if Hogwarts does not have Dumbledore, the most famous wizard in the wizarding world, as the headmaster, life will always go on no matter whether you are shocked or sad.

Before you know it (if you don’t count the number of pranks that have increased tenfold compared to previous years), June has arrived—this is the last exam for Sylvia and Camille at Hogwarts, and NEWTs are coming .

Compared to Sylvia and Camille who are not nervous and are still living each day at their own pace, the other seventh graders and the equally tragic fifth graders who are about to set foot on the OWLs exam room are completely different .

In the corridor with some students with straight eyes and muttering words, those are probably the slightest manifestations of pre-examination syndrome, and those cases with severe syndrome have basically been obtained from unknown sources and materials because of eating the 'black market' , The so-called "brain-enhancing special effects drug" with unknown production methods entered the medical wing.

And when Professor McGonagall announced the date and time of the exam, Camille finally gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes during the self-study time in the auditorium that night and cast a spell on himself. Sylvia, who was sitting opposite, snickered a few times Now, she knew that Camille was already fighting the urge to strangle the two fifth-year Gryffindor girls who were practicing the Basic Movement Charm not far away—they were letting their pencil cases run along the edge of the table. Racing—it's interesting from a spectator's standpoint, Sylvia thought, shrugging her shoulders after being glared at by Camille.

Camille didn't find that funny at all!The other exams are trivial, but she also has an arithmetic divination that was temporarily added later!She swore that if Parvati and Lavender's 'exercise' made her miscalculate one more answer, she would go over and tear up their pencil cases!That's right!Shred!

At dinner that day, the long table in Gryffindor was unusually quiet. The eyes of the fifth and seventh graders were all dazed, and the other students who didn't have to go through such a miserable exam finally closed their eyes. Talking and laughing loudly, they all lowered their heads, making themselves as small as possible.

Even Sylvia, who is a Slytherin, uses tableware more gently. At this time, she must not touch the breaking point of one of the candidates—last year, there was an idiot who was able to speak in such a depressing atmosphere. Just a joke, there was a girl in the fifth grade who suddenly broke down and cried, and the entire Gryffindor table either cried loudly or yelled at other people angrily...

Fortunately, this kind of extremely depressing day was only one day. Early the next morning, the seventh and fifth graders huddled in the foyer after breakfast, waiting to be called into the auditorium that was set up as an examination room.

The exams a few days ago went very smoothly, or in other words, it went very smoothly for Sylvia and Camille. This is not only because their level has far exceeded the level of the seventh-grade NEWTs exam, but also because of this. A group of examiners have already seen their abilities in their OWLs two years ago.

After Camille walked out of the examination room, she saw Sylvia waiting outside for the first time, "How was the exam?"

"This is a Transfiguration practical exam." Camille made a beautiful irony based on an obvious fact, "If Umbridge wasn't standing there proctoring the exam, I think that old lady was going to take out a deck of cards to play with me It's been a while."

Sylvia shrugged and said indifferently: "They knew about our abilities two years ago, and they probably thought it would be boring to watch it again."

"Didn't you give the examiner a 'surprise', you learned Animagus." Camille turned his head and smiled a few times as he said, but when he turned around, there was still a mockery on his face that was too late to disappear, "You That, the Animagus with the two tufts on his ears... poof..."

"I think you don't know that I also have complete control over the Slytherin Manor? For example, I can kick you out of the master bedroom with a single thought." Sylvia said with an overly kind smile.

"Oh! Uh...cough...no, I mean, it's nice to have fur! That's right, look, the caracal! It's...uh...very majestic!"

-----------

Most students will not have the relaxed exam status of Sylvia and Camille.

It's the last exam, Harry said to himself, and even though he was feeling exhausted, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep, and maybe find Ron tomorrow for a fly at the Quidditch pitch, to be beaten by Umbridge, that disgusting tortoise. Toad has been suspended until now, and he hasn't even touched a broom!

"Open your test papers," an old professor from the Ministry of Magic who was in charge of the exam said in front of the auditorium while immediately turning the huge hourglass upside down. "You can start now."

Harry stared at the first question, and it took a few seconds before he realized he hadn't read a single word, and it wasn't until a long time into the exam that he finally began to answer, slowly and painfully.

With a foggy head, he found it hard to remember the names, and he kept getting the dates mixed up.Harry raised his head to look at the hourglass in front of him irritatedly, the golden sand was slowly leaking down, and beside his ears was the rustling sound of his classmates writing...

With just a blink of an eye, he was once again walking down that cold, dark corridor of the Department of Mysteries, determined to reach his destination... destination?Where is that?He seemed to know the answer and he didn't seem to know.The black door opened for him as usual, and he walked straight across the hall with the black stone floor, and through the second door, a few spots of light danced on the wall and floor, and there was a strange ticking sound of machinery, but He doesn't have time to see what's going on, he has to be quick...

He took a few last jogs to the third door, which opened like the others, and he was once again in a room the size of a cathedral, filled with shelves and glass spheres.

He was almost there, and Harry noticed that he turned left as he passed rack 97, and hurried down the narrow aisle between the two racks, when he saw on the ground at the end of the aisle a figure struggling to move. figure.

Then he heard a sharp, mean voice coming out of his own mouth, sounding cold and unkind, "Get it for me, take it off, quick! I can't touch it, but you can!"

The black figure on the floor moved slightly, and Harry saw a long, white-fingered hand raised, a wand loosely clasped in that hand, as sickly as a dry bone... was it his? !But Harry's surprise lasted less than a few seconds, and his unprecedented ease and confidence overwhelmed his doubts.

He didn't even have to hold on to his wand tightly, he knew exactly how vulnerable the man in front of him was, maggot... he thought disdainfully, Harry raised his wand, and a cold voice came out of his mouth: "Cruciate."

The man on the floor screamed in pain, trying to get up, but writhes and falls.

What a mess!Harry laughed, but there was no joy in the deep laugh, no warmth.He raised his wand casually, and the spell stopped. The figure groaned, shoulders trembling, slowly propped itself up a few inches, and raised his head. His face was bloodstained, haggard, and twisted in pain. He looked at him, but still with a resolute and unyielding look—Harry recognized him!It's Sirius!

"You must kill me." Sirius said weakly, but his black eyes showed unyielding stubbornness.

"I'll do it in the end, no doubt," said the icy voice, "but you're going to bring it to me first, Blake, do you think that's all the pain you feel? Here, no People can hear you screaming, we've got hours to go..."

But when Harry raised his wand again, suddenly someone screamed, someone shouted... Harry felt pain and cold, and then he woke up with a start.

He fell to the ground, and Harry heard himself screaming when he fell to the ground before he recovered. The flagstone floor of the auditorium was so cold, but his scar was burning with pain. The whole auditorium They were all startled.

Helped out of the auditorium by the old professor who invigilated the exam, Harry hurriedly assured that he had no problem, and finally sent the old professor away, his head was in a mess, and there was only one thought that made him panic——Sirius is in trouble!He got him!

-------------

When Sylvia and Camille were huddled together with a group of students who had finished their exams and were about to go downstairs for dinner, they heard a girl in front of the crowd shouting that they needed to go around because someone had cast a 'chokehold poison' on the front. Gas', they immediately realized that something seemed a little wrong-the girl who was trying to prevent people from passing through the closer corridors ahead was Ginny Weasley, and as Sylvia, who was about to be awarded the title of Potions Master, , she knew that there was no such thing as 'throat lock poison.qi'.

"You don't think it's Potter..." Before Camille finished speaking, Sylvia beside her suddenly trembled as if she was slightly frightened, and then she took out a shaking piece from her pocket. What looked like a vanity mirror.

Sylvia frowned and opened the makeup mirror. It was a double-sided mirror. In the small round mirror, a pale Draco Malfoy appeared on it. Judging from the background behind him, he might be in a certain place. In an empty toilet.

"Good night, Miss Slytherin." Although Draco's gray-blue eyes were bloodshot and his haggard face was tense, he still did not forget to maintain basic etiquette.

"Good night, is it today?" Sylvia seemed to ask a random question.

But obviously Draco fully understood what she was referring to, he nodded, looking relieved besides being nervous, "I got the notification, tonight..."

Sylvia nodded without saying anything, and closed the double-sided mirror, "Let's go, let's go to the Response Room first, it would be great if we can settle things today."

"When did you fix the disappearing cabinet? Why didn't I know?" Camille walked ahead, skillfully pushing aside the crowd who were against them.

"Half a month ago, when you were busy reviewing arithmetic and divination, you didn't know how scary your face was when you were doing arithmetic and divination. I felt that even if it was me who disturbed your calculation, there was a high probability that I would be punched by you Hit in the face."

"Oh, you can still laugh at me at such a time!"

"This is the time, what's the use of being nervous? Besides, we don't know who is coming tonight?"

Camille stopped suddenly, turned her head and looked at Sylvia with a surprised expression, "You mean 'that person' might not come? Then what is he going to do with the disappearing cabinet that he spent so much time getting?"

"He won't trust other Death Eaters," Sylvia motioned for them to walk, and when they got to the eighth floor, the hallway was empty, and Sylvia continued to explain, "—after all, he has already given up because of trust." Malfoy and Miss Black lost two Horcruxes. But Hogwarts is still full of unknowns after all, and I think Potter has buried clues... You don't think Potter can really use Legilimency Want to pry into the thoughts of 'that person' without being discovered by him!"

"So now there are two places, Potter's, which is the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic that he said he 'dreamed about'; and Hogwarts." Sylvia concluded, "Potter has been thinking about What's in the Department of Mysteries, I don't know. Hogwarts has his Horcruxes in his stash, the diadem, and he should at least think it's safe in a mess of warehouses."

"Indeed, if we hadn't wandered around in the warehouse of the Room of Requirement, no one might have found that Horcrux at all."

Turning the corner, Draco was standing in front of the hanging picture at the entrance of the Room of Requirement. Draco, who had grown taller because of his growth, looked extraordinarily thin, but his face, which was too handsome for a boy, was full of tension and sadness.

"Where 'that person' will choose to go...We don't know, we can only manage our side and prepare for the worst." Sylvia took a deep breath and strode towards Draco's direction to go.

Temporarily dragged out... update tomorrow afternoon!

Harry inserted the gift knife that Sirius gave him before into the crack of the door, and the door lock opened easily with a 'click'. Harry rushed into Umbridge's office first, followed closely by Hermione, who looked worried. is behind.

On the wall of the office, dozens of gorgeous and tacky cats are bathing in the sun before dusk, and their plates are warmed by the sun. If you don’t look at the weird number of cats and the girlish pink tone in the room, It should have been a comfortable and quiet afternoon - Hermione was relieved that the office was empty.

Harry didn't respond, he threw off the invisibility cloak, rushed straight to the fireplace with a very clear goal, grabbed the Floo powder next to the fireplace, sprinkled it on the place where he was standing, and shouted at the same time as the emerald green flames rushed up. Said: "No. 12, Grimmauld Place!"

"Harry!!" Hermione exclaimed, but could only watch Harry's figure disappear into a green flame.

This is different from what they said before!Harry should just need to use a little Floo powder, stick his head into the old house, and check with Sirius!Why did he just pass by!Hermione was anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. If they had followed their plan, Harry would come back as long as he confirmed that Sirius was still in the old house...but...will it really go so smoothly...

The cat clock on Umbridge's desk was ticking, and the seconds passed by. The wait was so excruciating that Hermione thought it had been several minutes, but there was still no green flame on the fireplace, Harry Did not come back either.

no!She also has to hurry over and have a look!Maybe something really happened!After waiting for a few more seconds, Hermione made a decision, put the wand back in her pocket, which was slightly wet with sweat from her hands due to nervousness, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and stepped into the fireplace with one foot.

"Click!" The office door was suddenly opened at this moment, and before Hermione could react, the person who stepped into the room raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione.

"P... Pansy?" Hermione whispered in surprise. Standing in front of her with a wand pointed at her was Pansy Parkinson, who hadn't spoken to her for a while.

"Where are you going, Granger?" Pansy's hands didn't tremble, and even her tone almost fluctuated, as if she knew who she would meet when she entered the door.

"I..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, but soon she decided to believe in Pansy, even though the Pansy in front of her seemed a little strange to her, she would rather believe in the person who had spent a pleasant vacation with her before, The understanding Pansy just hid under a thick mask, "Harry said Sirius was in danger, he should have just gone to see and come back, but now... I'm afraid something really happened to Sirius gone."

"So an adult member of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​in danger, and you need to rescue them." Pansy's tone of statement revealed sarcasm.

"But..."

"Don't go." Without waiting for Hermione to explain, Pansy said suddenly, her beautiful slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, breaking the calmness she had put on since entering the room, "Don't go...Hermione... .”

"But Harry might have already gone..." Hermione stopped suddenly when she thought of something in the middle of her sentence, and her anxiety was overwhelmed by the disbelief surging in her heart, "What do you know! Pansy! What's there?!" Hermione questioned, raising her eyebrows.

Pansy didn't speak, only a trace of guilt flashed in her dark eyes, but she blinked, and she regained her composure.

"Parkinson! Talk! You know what's right! Sirius he..."

"You'd better get out of the office," Pansy finally interrupted Hermione's questioning, but didn't answer her, "the rest of the picket team is coming, and Umbridge, you won't really Thought you Gryffindors were pulling all the pranks in her office, she'd be totally unprotected."

"But..."

"Come on, don't let Umbridge catch you, Potter has already left, if she catches you..."

Before Pansy could finish speaking, there was a burst of noise from the door of the office, one of the male voices was particularly loud in the noise, even the thick wooden door of Umbridge's office could not block his voice, "Umbridge Professor, we will definitely catch Potter this time!!"

"Damn it..." Pansy cursed angrily, and the office door was opened the next moment, before the people outside had time to step in, Pansy looked straight at Hermione, her lips moved slightly, no made a sound, but Hermione felt her being pushed into the fireplace with force.

The last thing Hermione saw was Pansy casting a spell on the shelf of Floo powder next to the fireplace, blowing the shelf to pieces along with the rest of the Floo powder.Startled, Hermione let go of her hand, and the Floo powder she was holding fell into the fireplace, and a raging green flame rose up, dyeing Hermione's gaze at Pansy with a layer of dark green.

"Go!" Hermione saw Pansy say silently to her.

"Number 12, Grimmauld Place..." Hermione said as quietly but clearly as possible.

Time seemed to slow down at the last moment when the flames were about to take her.At the door, the short Umbridge had a grim expression. She stretched out her hand and pushed Zabini who was walking in front of her to open the door for her... It turned out that the boy who spoke loudly just now was Zabini. He must have known that Pansy would come first. Come to her...Hermione looked in front of her, where Pansy was standing, holding her wand, pretending to miss the moment before she used a silent spell to push her into the fireplace...

Under the refraction of the sunlight coming in from the window, the Floo powder exploded by Pan Xi flew in the air like tiny shining diamonds, and they fell on Pan Xi's black hair.This girl born with a golden spoon in her mouth may seem delicate like a fragile doll, but Hermione has seen her stubbornness and tenacity, and they will not become enemies...at least not today.

Hermione could feel the pull as the power of the Floo network was about to kick in, and with a final blink, Pansy, blurred, seemed to be saying something to her.

It wasn't until Hermione rushed out coughing from the dusty fireplace and looked at the deserted kitchen in Black's old house. It took a few seconds for her to realize what Pansy's last lips said.

"Here he comes, school or Potter, I hope you are the lucky one, goodbye, Hermione..."