94 hp Diagon Alley

He picked up Harry's arm and pulled it out, but he wouldn't listen.

"Harry, we're here to save Sirius!" Hermione said loudly.

"Sirius," Harry repeated, still dazed, eyes fixed on the fluttering curtain, "oh my..." he finally came back; Sirius was captured and tied up Tortured while he stares at the arch here? ?He took a few steps back from the stone platform, his eyes suddenly averted from the curtain.

"Let's go," he said.

"I've been asking you - well, let's go!" said Hermione, walking back around the ledge.On the other side of the stone dais, Ginny and Neville were also staring at the curtain in raptures, apparently fascinated.Gwen grabbed Ginny's arm, Ron grabbed Neville's arm, and strode resolutely to the bottom stone bench, climbing all the way back to the entrance of this room.

"What do you think that arch is?" Harry asked Gwen when they were back in the dark circular room. "Does it feel the same as before the last Triwizard Tournament?"

Gwen shook her head first: "I don't know, if what I felt last year was a great danger." Then she said affirmatively, "This time something made me feel that my soul was frozen-let's say , that is more terrible than death."

Hermione shuddered, said nothing, and drew an X on the door again.

The wall gradually stopped, and Harry pushed open a door next to him with some desperation. "It's here!"

He recognized this room at once when he saw the beautiful, diamond-like flashes of dancing light.After his eyes gradually got used to the dazzling light here, he could clearly see that the dials of many clocks were shimmering.They ranged in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hung between bookshelves, or stood on tables the length of the entire room.Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps.The diamond-bright jumping light came from a towering bell-shaped crystal glass dome at the far end of the room.

Harry's heart beat violently once he knew they were on the right track.He walked ahead, following the narrow gap between the tables to the light source, just as he had done in his dream.The bell-shaped crystal glass, the height of Harry, stood on a table and seemed to be filled with a churning, sparkling air of air.

"Oh look!" said Ginny, pointing to the center of the glass bell as they drew nearer.

In the flickering light floated a small, jewel-bright egg.As it rose up in the glass enclosure, it snapped open, and a hummingbird emerged, rising straight to the very top of the glass enclosure, but as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were stained again, Drenched until it reaches the very bottom of the glass enclosure and is again enclosed in an egg.

"Keep going, don't stop!" snapped Harry, because Ginny seemed eager to stop and watch the egg turn into a bird.

"You've had enough of the old archway!" she retorted, but followed him past the crystal bell to the only door behind it.

"Here it is," Harry said again.His heart was beating violently, and he thought it must have affected his words, "It's going through here—"

He glanced around at the others, all of whom had drawn their wands, looking all at once serious and urgent.He stared back at the door again.He pushed and the door opened.

Seven people came inside, and they finally found the place.It was as tall as a cathedral, and filled with towering shelves filled with little dusty glass spheres, but nothing else.More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves at regular intervals, from which came dim light, the same blue flames as those in the black round room.Those little glass balls glow faintly in these lights.It was cold inside the house.

Harry walked forward slowly, looking down at a dark passageway between two rows of shelves. He couldn't hear a sound, and couldn't feel any movement, even the slightest movement.

"You said row 97," Hermione whispered beside him.

"Yes." Harry responded softly, looking up towards the end of the nearest row.The candle was burning blue, and the silver number 53 was flashing under the stand. "I think we should go to the right," whispered Hermione, squinting at the row next to it. "Right...it's 54." ..."

"Everyone get your wands ready," said Harry softly.

They tiptoed along the long aisle between the shelves, glancing back from time to time, where it was almost pitch black.On the shelf below each glass globe was a small yellowed label.Some globules glowed with mysterious flowing light, others were vague and dark, like light bulbs that had gone out.

They walked past row 84... row 85 - Harry was trying to hear the slightest noise, but couldn't hear anything, maybe Sirius was gagged, or maybe he was unconscious... or, A disgusting voice drilled into his head: "Maybe he's dead..."

If so, I could feel it, Harry reminded himself, his heart pounding in his throat, and I'd know... "97!" whispered Hermione.

They were clustered at one end of row 97, staring intently at the aisle next to the shelf, which Gwen was sure was empty.

"He should be over there," Harry said, his mouth already a little dry. "It's impossible to see clearly from here."

He led everyone through between two rows of towering glass spheres, and as they passed, some of the glass gave off a faint light... "He should be around here," Harry said in a low voice, convinced that every step forward , the figure of Sirius will appear on the pitch-black floor, "It's somewhere here... really close..."

"Harry?" Hermione tried calling him, but he didn't want to answer, his mouth was dry.

They had come to the other end of the row of shelves, exposed to more dim candlelight.There is no one here either.Only echoes and dusty silence.

"He might be..." Harry whispered hoarsely, keeping his eyes on the aisle next to him, "or maybe..." He immediately looked down the next aisle.

"Harry?" Hermione called again.

"What?" He was a little impatient.

"I...I don't think Sirius is here."

No one said anything.Harry didn't want to see any of them.He felt bad.He didn't understand why Sirius wasn't here.And he should be here.That's where Harry met him... He sprinted past the rows of shelves in one direction, looking down them.One empty aisle after another flashed past him.His companions were looking straight at him, and he turned again, passed them, and ran in the opposite direction.There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, and no signs of a fight.

"Harry?" Ron called. "Did you see this?"

"What?" Harry asked, his tone urgent this time - it must be a trace or clue that Sirius had been here.The others were standing a little further in from the end of the 97th shelf, and he strode up to them, noticing nothing but Ron looking at a dirty glass globe on the shelf.

"It's - it's got your name on it," said Ron.

Harry moved closer, and Ron pointed to a small glass globe, which was as dirty as Ollivander's shop window that hadn't been cleaned in hundreds of years.But the shimmer in it makes it somewhat shiny.

"My name?" Harry asked blankly.

He stepped forward, not being as tall as Ron, and he had to crane his neck to see the yellowed label pasted on the shelf under the glass globe.It is marked with a date about 16 years ago in delicate fonts, followed by

SPTtoA.PWBD

Dark Lord

and() Harry Potter

"What's this?" Ron asked. "Why is your name on it?"

He glanced at the other labels on the shelf.

"It doesn't have my name on the shelf," said Ron confused, "and no one else's."

"That long list of abbreviations should be Dumbledore." Gwen fingered the letters, "But who is SPT?"

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," Hermione shrieked as Harry reached for it.

"Why shouldn't it?" he said. "It's about me, isn't it?"

"No, Harry," said Neville suddenly.Harry glanced at him.Neville's sweaty round face was shining slightly, and it looked as if he couldn't take any more restlessness and anxiety.

"It's got my name on it," said Harry.

He thought whoever he was, and gave it a go, so he grabbed the dirty little ball.He had expected it to be cold, but instead, it felt as if it had been in the sun for hours, warmed by its own glow.Anticipating, even hoping that something dramatic would happen, hoping that something exciting would make their long and perilous journey finally worth something, Harry took the glass globe off the shelf and stared at it. watch it.

Nothing happens.Six other people came and stood around him, and he brushed the thick surface of the glass ball with his hand.