Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Don't play tricks on us, Potter," said Malfoy.

"I'm not playing tricks," Harry replied, stalling for time to escape.

They walked through the security checkpoint next to the fountain, which was empty, and the Death Eaters must have taken care of the security guards.

But there must be more than one security officer in the Ministry of Magic. Where are they now?Have you noticed what's going on in the lobby?

"Really? Didn't Dumbledore ever tell you that the reason for your scar is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy sneered.

"What happened to my scar?" Harry asked.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy said cheerfully, without answering Harry's question.

Several Death Eaters laughed again, seemingly satisfied with the situation.

They came to the elevator, and a Death Eater went to press the nearest "down" button, and the elevator clicked into view almost immediately, and the golden bars slid through it to the sides, making a loud, reverberating clang. Voice.

They went inside, and Harry saw Bellatrix poke button number nine, and the bars slammed shut.

The elevator was rattling and rattling, and Harry hadn't noticed how loud it was when he came here with Mr. Weasley that day, and he was sure that the noise would have caught the attention of every security guard in the building .

But nothing happened, and Harry's heart sank along with the elevator.

"What's going on?" His mind was still on the topic just now. "What is that prophecy? Why do you say it has something to do with my scar?"

"It appears that Dumbledore never told you," said Malfoy. "Then that would explain why you didn't come here sooner, Potter. The Dark Lord wondered at one point why he told you it in his dream." When you were hiding somewhere, you didn’t run over, he thought that your instinctive curiosity would make you eager to hear the accurate information in the prophecy ball.”

"Yeah?" said Harry, "so he wants me to get the Prophecy Orb, but why?"

"Why?" Malfoy repeated happily, "because only the man mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries, and the Dark Lord is using someone else to steal the orb for him. discovered."

"I mean, why would he want to steal a prophecy about me?"

"It's about the two of you, Potter, it's about the two of you," Malfoy said. "Has it never occurred to you why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were a baby?"

Through the eyehole in Malfoy's hood, Harry looked up and stared into his half-disappearing gray eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder, was that prophecy the real reason for his parents' death?

Also, is that why he wears his lightning-shaped scar?

The elevator came to a slow stop, and the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries."

"Okay, here we are!"

The fence opened and they stepped out into the hallway.

The torchlight flickered in the draft stirred up by the elevator, and Harry saw five more Death Eaters.

Also, the plain black door directly ahead.

For months he had only seen it in his dreams, and now he was here at last.

Chapter 1129

"How's it going with you guys?" Bellatrix asked domineeringly, walking up to the five Death Eaters.

"Very well, you can already enter the room where the prophecy ball is stored." A low voice said.

"This is really good. Rookwood just told me that there were a few magics that stopped us, and you have solved them now!" Bellatrix said appreciatively, "Dorphin, what you did this time not bad……"

"How did you do it?" Rookwood asked in surprise.

"It's just a small trick, as long as..."

Harry didn't care to listen to what they had to say, or how they had broken the Ministry's magic.

He now knew that the main reason he kept dreaming about this place was because Voldemort wanted him to come here to get the Prophecy Ball.

"Someone made the same prophecy for me and Voldemort? He asked me to fetch the prophecy ball for him? Why didn't he fetch it himself?" he continued, staring intently at Lucius Malfoy.

"He'll get it himself?" Bellatrix laughed maniacally at his words, and she turned her head and screamed, "People are completely ignoring the return of the Dark Lord, and he's going to walk into magic at a time like this." Ministry? Now that they're wasting time looking for those vampires and Dumbledore, the Dark Lord will expose himself to the Aurors?"

"I see, that's why he sent you guys to do this dirty work for him," said Harry, "like he wanted Sturgis to steal the orb."

"That's right, Potter, that's right!" Malfoy said slowly. "We were going to take the gentler approach and have you come here yourself to retrieve the Prophecy Ball and give it to us, but there's no time now..."

"You kidnapped me from the school, aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Harry asked.

"If Dumbledore was still around, we wouldn't dare to do this," Malfoy said triumphantly. "As for exposure, do you think anyone in the Ministry of Magic would be willing to believe what you say? Like you keep saying that the Dark Lord is back." Same thing."

As long as he hadn't seen Voldemort with his own eyes, no matter what Harry said, Fudge probably wouldn't believe it.

Even if a group of Death Eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night and moved under his nose, he would pretend not to see it.

"Go in, as long as you cooperate obediently, we may let you return to Hogwarts alive."

A few Death Eaters let out another rude laugh, and they walked down the corridor to the plain black door.

As in the dream, they were standing in a huge round room.

Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black.

Twelve identical black doors without marks or handles were embedded in the surrounding black walls at some distance from each other; some candles with blue flames were dotted on the walls, cold and flickering faintly. The candlelight reflected on the polished marble floor, making the floor look like a puddle of black water.

The last Death Eater closed the door, and without the narrow beam of light pouring in from the corridor behind him, the place became so dark that, for a moment, Harry could only see blue waves flickering on the walls. Candles and their terrible reflections on the floor.

With a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move sideways, and the circular wall spun.

"Which door should I go?" Bellatrix asked impatiently.

"I can't be sure, you have to try them one by one to know." Luke Wood said.

"Damn it, these doors keep turning around, like when you used to work here?"

"This is a protective measure. Each room corresponds to a different magic, and the deciphering is in the hands of different silent people. If someone breaks in and doesn't know the correct way to decipher it, the alarm will be triggered immediately." Luke Wood said , "These magics are very old, I know most of them, only a few have been replaced by them. Dolphin, are you sure you have cracked the magic there?"

"Of course, we went in and checked just now!" said the wizard named Dolphin, and he walked to Harry's side. Thousands."

"That's right, that's the room." Luke Wood nodded, "It's behind the Hall of Time."

"By the way, according to the information we stole from the Ministry of Magic, where is the prophecy ball?"

"Row 97, just let Potter go over and take it down."

"Then what are you waiting for!" Bellatrix said impatiently. "Twelve attempts at worst!"

"It doesn't need that much, there are three doors that have been locked for a long time." Luke Wood said, "corresponding to the preservation of ancient magic relics, powerful magic books and historically famous legendary magic items, all of them are needed Only the silent can open."

"If there is really any powerful magic item inside, why don't we grab it?"

"That's because no one knows who the thirteen silent men who keep the keys are, not even the Minister of Magic. If you want to investigate one by one, you need to fully master the Ministry of Magic to do it." Luke Wood said , "And most of the things inside have been damaged, and all the magic power has been lost, and there is only one name left, and it is useless to get it."

Rookwood chose a door, and Harry was pushed, and followed.

This room was much larger than the previous one, and it was also dimly lit.

It was square, with a sunken center, forming a gigantic stone pit, about twenty feet deep.

The stone steps circled the room like stone benches, descending step by step, each step steep, like a lecture theater, or the courtroom where Harry had been interrogated by the Wizengamot. The station is located on the top step.

But instead of a chair with chains in the center of the stone pit, a raised stone platform was replaced.

An arch stood above it, and it looked so old and dilapidated that Harry wondered how it was still standing there without falling over.

There is no wall around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hangs on it. Although the air here is cold and there is no wind, it is swaying gently, as if it has just been touched. .

"Not here!"

"What's that door down there?" Harry couldn't help asking, staring at the gently swinging curtain.

The arch, despite its age, has a unique beauty.

The lightly fluttering curtain intrigued him, and he felt a strong desire to climb the ledge and pass through it.

Chapter 1130 Surrounding

"It has nothing to do with you," Malfoy said. "Go back, we're going the wrong way!"

But Harry didn't move, and he heard whispers and muttering coming from behind the curtains over the stone door.

"I heard voices, there are people inside!"

"That's what the dead are talking about. If you're interested in the world of the dead, don't use this stone door. I promise to let you pass anytime. Now, go back!" Malfoy looked around and said angrily, "Gargson, Clara Boo, Gore, Rabstein, McNeill, stop staring at that door, you idiots, it will take a few times before you learn your lesson."

Like Harry, they were gazing at the drapery in ecstasy, clearly mesmerized!

"Bellatrix, wake them up," Malfoy said.

Harry saw Bellatrix raise his wand, but he didn't care.

He couldn't explain why, but he was still in a trance, his eyes fixed on the constantly fluttering curtain.

Then, in a flurry of confusion, he was pulled out with a lot of force.

It was the wizard named Dolphin who took Harry back to the black circular room first.

"The arch..." Harry heard the voice disappear.

"It's a relic of the ancient era, and it is said to lead to the world of the dead."

"Can the dead be seen through that door?" Harry thought of the voice, possibly his parents.

"No, no one knows how to open that stone door. Anyone who passes through the veil is dead. The Ministry of Magic put it here to study the mystery of death." Dolphin bent down and was greeted by other Death Eaters, Said quickly in a very low voice, "Listen, Harry, and follow me as soon as you enter the room full of time."

Harry blinked, not understanding what was going on.

He looked up at Dolphin, who had blond hair, rough facial features, and those eyes...

He was very familiar with these eyes, absolutely right.

His heart skipped a beat, and it was Sirius' eye.

God, Dolphin was a fake Sirius, what the hell is going on here? !

Harry was about to say something more, but thinking that Malfoy and the other Death Eaters were still behind him, he hurriedly shut his mouth.

Whatever the case, now is not the best time to talk and ask.

He swallowed hard, his heart beating violently.

Harry couldn't believe it, Sirius was among the Death Eaters, how on earth did he do it? !

"Next room," said Malfoy.

When all the Death Eaters had returned to the first room, the wall spun around again, then stopped.

Rookwood opened another door, and before he could get in, he backed out.

"Not this!" he muttered.

Harry could see behind the door a very dark room with planets floating in the darkness.

The wall continued to fly, shaking people's eyes.

"Please, we can't waste all night here choosing these stupid doors."

"I can only determine the approximate direction, and it is always around this position." Luke Wood said, pushing another door.

But the door didn't budge, and he replaced it with the one on the left.

"I found it, this is it!"

Harry walked into the new room under the watchful eyes of several Death Eaters, and he could feel Sirius standing behind him, pointing his wand at him with Malfoy.

In the new room, beautiful, diamond-like lights danced, and Harry hurriedly closed his eyes.

After getting used to the dazzling light, he could clearly see that the dials of many clocks were shimmering.

They vary in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks.

Clocks of all kinds hung between bookcases, or stood on tables that ran the length of the room.

Because of this, a rapid, never-ending tick-tock filled the room like a thousand tiny footsteps, and that diamond-bright jumping light came from a towering bell at the far end of the room. Crystal glass shade.

"A room full of time!" Khalili tensed up.

He remembered what Sirius said just now, and touched his wand with his right hand.

"This way!" Malfoy said, and the group walked along the narrow gap between the tables to the light source.

Harry slowed down, trying to get as close to Sirius as possible.

It became clearer the closer one got to the towering crystal bell, as tall as Harry's, which stood on a table and seemed to be filled with a churning , sparkling airflow.