Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 481 [Department of Mysteries]

"The Golden Snitch appeared so early, it seems that this match... will end soon."

Mr Weasley sighed.

On the court just now, the Seekers of the two teams... Lynch and Krum used an extremely dangerous flying method to chase the Snitch. Harry's drifting technique was used almost continuously by the two.

The two of them actually fell down from the sky at a slant, drifting and making sharp turns one after another, chasing the snitch, without any regard for their own safety.

Although no one caught the Golden Snitch due to mutual interference between the two and the tacit cooperation of the teammates on both sides, this wonderful Snitch battle still aroused bursts of applause from the court.

"Yes, an illusion? I always feel that the Golden Snitch on the field seems to be faster and more cunning, turning back and forth... as if playing tricks on both players..." Ron muttered.

"That's right, it's much faster than the one used in the school competition..." Harry weighed it up and said so.

"Oh, that's because the Snitch is also divided into classes, and their power varies from game to game, especially the one used in the Quidditch World Cup final..." Mr. Weasley's voice, and the enthusiastic cheers on the court, suddenly disappeared, and the pain pierced into Harry's head like a sharp sword.

He was standing in a sticky place that was as disgusting as a pile of slugs. Black mist flowed around his feet, sizzling, and the water droplets formed by the mist fell to the ground and exploded... and scattered again...

And behind him... looming gray-skinned monsters on all fours, and a giant snake coiling around itself.

He waved his magic wand with a sneer, and the magical elevator with the golden grille in front of him was immediately swallowed by the black mist... After a while, it turned into a circular tunnel full of silk stick mucus, which was still expanding... The black mist continued to erode and expand the tunnel, as if something was being built, and soon a deep sloping passage was formed there.

He waved his hand, and those gray-skinned, four-legged monsters scattered in all directions, and most of them ran towards behind him.

Occasionally, these monsters would make a hair-raising sound as they passed the floor that had not been eroded by the black mist.

Then, he walked into the sloping passage, followed by the giant snake, making a rustling sound.

After passing through the extremely steep underground slope tunnel, he came to a dark corridor, with torches jumping and flickering on the surrounding walls, making this place brighter than the disgusting place just now... much more comfortable.

The black mist has not corroded here.

With regular and hasty steps, he passed through a black wooden door and finally arrived at his destination.

It is a circular room with many portals.

He walked straight through the second door, and the walls and floor were full of clocks and gears that were twisting, spinning... making gacha gacha rubbing and ticking.

Looking at those magical miracles full of mysteries, he knew that he had to leave here first, finish an extremely important thing first, and then visit.

He took the last few steps to the third door, entered it, and entered a large room filled with towering shelves and glass spheres of various sizes.

Some of the glass balls are dim, while others are filled with silver mist, figures that appear indistinctly, and voices of conversation.

He paused for a moment, and looked at the densely packed... towering shelves that were almost touching the ceiling... These shelves and crystal balls made this place look like a maze.

The faint blue candles cast a layer of mysterious blue veil here.

He waved his magic wand, and a ray of light like a golden thread floated in mid-air, twisting his figure constantly, swimming forward,

He took another step towards the destination, and the number of the shelf kept changing in his eyes...

53…56……87……95，96……

When he walked to the bookshelf with the number 98, the light trembled, as if there was a logic error, a bug got stuck, it suddenly cut off, and disappeared.

Then he saw—

There are two wizards in black robes standing here, one is crooked and wretched, the other is tall and thin,
"Trash! Haven't found it yet? I have already destroyed the endogenous magic defense device of the entire Ministry of Magic..."

His voice was high and cold, with impatience and irritation filling his heart.

The two servants were trembling, not daring to look directly into his red eyes.

"Master-Master..." the crooked and wretched voice stammered with his head lowered, "We found it, no-no way to get in...even if we torment those silent people, we can't get any useful information. They only talk...just talk...only the destined ones can pick up the corresponding prophecy ball."

"Trash!" The voice became more terrifying.

The two servants in black robes knelt down on the ground, begging their master's forgiveness tremblingly.

Only then did Harry realize that on the floor next to them, there were two or three vague black figures lying there... The red blood stains eroded the floor and gradually expanded in scope, making it extremely bright and conspicuous.

--who is it?
who was killed!

Harry's heart constricted violently.

--what!

He opened his eyes suddenly and woke up.

--call!

--Suck!

He breathed heavily with all his strength, calming his heart that was about to burst.

The scar is still like splitting the head, causing severe pain.

Harry looked up and around,

——Bursts of loud cheers echoed in his ears... The national anthem of Ireland continued to resound, and the wizard representatives from the Irish Ministry of Magic over there were very enthusiastic, while the Bulgarian wizard's expression was very ugly...

Ron and Hermione... Charlie, Bill, Mr. Weasley, all of them blended into the atmosphere on the court, shaking their arms and shouting, applauding this wonderful game.

No one noticed his pained expression.

Harry clutched the scar on his forehead, he could no longer calm down and enjoy the game,

Harry felt out of place here.

Was that vision, or that dream, real?

Harry remembered what McGuffin had said - that his unique connection to Voldemort would allow him to enter Voldemort's mind and see what the fellow saw.

where is that?

—The Ministry of Magic?

Impossible, right?
What was Voldemort doing there?
Harry was desperate to find someone to confide in, whoever?
He had to discuss it with someone he trusted——what should he do?
Harry turned to look at his friends, Ron and Hermione were happily watching the game.

J!
What if this is just a vain and absurd dream?Let the two worry in vain, and there is not much use in talking to them...

Harry immediately looked at the chubby godfather at his feet—Sirius Black, who was lying on the wall of the box, staring at the field with the same eyes, and was also very obsessed with this wonderful game...

Harry didn't want to disturb his godfather's rare leisure time, and besides, it was too strange to talk to a dog on such an occasion, especially if Cornelius Fudge and so many Ministry of Magic officials were there, they couldn't make them think he was crazy.

Not to mention he still has a good option.

Harry raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, who was applauding gently not far away, with a gentle smile on his face. He was talking to Fudge and the Chinese wizard in a suit from time to time.

And at this time, Harry suddenly sent to the Japanese wizard... Crouch and those more 'modern' Japanese wizards in golden robes were staring at the Chinese wizard and Fudge with an extremely jealous look.

Harry thought he was wrong.

He shook his head, and when he observed again, the Japanese wizard and Crouch turned their gazes to the court again, as if what they saw just now was their own illusion.

Before Harry could think about all this clearly, the scar on his forehead began to burn and hurt again, his head began to feel dizzy again, and he felt his body falling again and again, falling——

…………

"This is where?"

McGuffin looked around in bewilderment, scratching his head for a while before recalling what he was doing and where he came to.

In order to avoid those monsters, he came to a certain room in the [Department of Mysteries]——

It's a dark room full of planets,
Infinite stars, galaxies, revolved around him... passing by...

They are big or small, far or near...

When McGuffin focused on a certain place, he could instantly come to that galaxy or the location of the planet... and just stood in front of them.

For example, when he saw a very familiar galaxy, with a thought in his mind, he traveled to the solar system and faced Saturn directly.

McGuffin looked down.

Now, as if he was standing on a layer of water, the waves under his feet were slightly rippling.

For some reason, McGuffin knew that under his feet, the ring of light in the dark depths was the exit.

But looking at the incomparably magnificent Saturn in front of him, and the countless meteorite remnants, dust, and ice debris forming the incomparably magnificent Saturn rings,

He doesn't want to leave here.

Dazzling, bright, magical and magnificent colors invaded all his sights...

There was silence.

Not a sound, not even McGuffin's own breathing, faded away.

Unlike the chilling silence outside, although the room was cut off from all sounds, McGuffin was happy to be intoxicated by the sight.

This is a magnificence unimaginable by human beings, infinitely large, infinitely small, stars and dust, nebula and rays... Countless colors and lights are shining in this room, even time seems to be stagnant here, everything in the outside world seems so small and boring here.

"Why don't you just hide in this room like this! Anyway, what that old witch Hopkirk said is very unreliable. Who knows if what she said at the end had her own will and was controlled by Voldemort..."

Thinking of Voldemort, McGuffin shuddered, and then suddenly woke up, dispelling the idea of ​​hiding here.

Although everything here is indeed intoxicating, if the life is really as I expected and Voldemort wants to take revenge on him, it is definitely not a good idea to hide here.

Who knows when Quidditch games will end under the influence of the new broom, or when the bureaucratic bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic will discover Voldemort's invasion.

No, he had to find a way to escape from here.

McGuffin collected herself and took out the badge that Hopkirk had given her. The light of this thing pointed directly to the road outside, as if the new type of fireplace she mentioned was on this floor.

Isn't this lying to fools?
What fireplace would the Department of Mysteries have!
He decided not to leave this trouble behind.

McGuffin threw the badge here, and the badge slowly stopped at his feet, and slowly sank into the transparent, invisible water boundary, turning into a bright spot among the many galaxies around.

—Is there any other way to get out of here?

[Apparition] You don't need to try to know it won't work, and the [Floo powder] channel is also rejected, so...

McGuffin touched the Portkey necklace around his neck,
Perhaps, try this?
No, there is a better way, suddenly an inspiration flashed through McGuffin's brain, and he suddenly remembered where is this place now?
—It's the Department of Mysteries.

That means—

[Time Converter]!
【Time Hall】!
Yes, although this thing can't help him escape here immediately, nor can it change what has happened, but it can arrange a way out, such as setting up a passage in advance that allows him to [Apparate] and use the Portkey in the Ministry of Magic, just like what Dumbledore did in his office, or he can remind the Ministry of Magic that it has been invaded, as long as it is not a reminder in advance, and the time is right... Let Dumbledore Fudge and the others receive the news, and come here now... Yes, that's it.

However, be careful not to meet Voldemort, them, and those monsters on the way.

McGuffin remembered that the only portal to the [Hall of Prophecy] was in the [Hall of Time].

So he cast an invisibility spell on himself,

After hiding his figure in the dark.

McGuffin slammed into the bottom of his feet like diving into water, suspended... and swam towards the spot of light under his feet.

After entering the light spot, McGuffin realized that he was holding tightly to the brass handle of a black door. Behind him was a bottomless dark cave, and the light spot was at the end of it.

Opening the door, he returned to the dark circular room.

McGuffin looked around cautiously. Those wrinkled-skinned zombie monsters went to nowhere, and the number decreased by a large part.

Only five or six were wandering around, holding... the door the MacGuffin had just come in, the corridor.

Crackling, clattering sounds kept coming from that corridor.

From time to time, some monster poked its head through the door to check.

Maybe it was because the black wooden door in the corridor was not closed, or maybe it was because Voldemort's black magic destroyed the magic here. In short, when McGuffin closed the door of the [Planetary Hall], the circular room did not rotate as he knew, disrupting the order of all the doors.

This made him greatly relieved.

So McGuffin walked into a door next to it while carefully paying attention to the monsters over there, and pushed.

The door didn't move.

He tried again.

The door still didn't move.

McGuffin immediately remembered that there was an unopenable door in the [Department of Mysteries]. It was rumored that no spell or magical thing could open it. According to Dumbledore, there was a kind of power locked inside, which was more miraculous and terrifying than death, human wisdom, and natural power.

That power can fulfill any desire, and its name is 'love'.

Of course, McGuffin didn't believe the old bee's nonsense.

If, as the old guy said, Harry has all the energy of this 'love', McGuffin has not seen any 'light energy of love - cross ray' used by Harry in the duel with Voldemort, and he has not even seen Harry 'use this energy to send electricity'.

Said that Voldemort was defeated by love and fate, but McGuffin believed that Voldemort's research on black magic burned his brain out, and Dumbledore set up a set of "arrangements" to let Voldemort kill himself.

Besides, [Department of Mysteries] must have a way to get into it, otherwise they wouldn't have set up such a room for research.

Either it must be a more dangerous magic than the [Hall of Time], or it hides a secret that shakes the rule of the Ministry of Magic, so they sealed it up to prevent anyone from knowing.

For some reason, McGuffin recalled the memory of the female Muggle mutation that Dumbledore had shown him and Harry to use magic, and he had a feeling... maybe there was something hidden in it.

However, now is not the time to think about such things.

McGuffin immediately rushed to the next door, looked at the timing, pushed lightly, and entered.

(End of this chapter)