Chapter 562 Always (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Zhuifeng V8)
Waiting is always very difficult. Only Harry, Alan and the Umbrella members were left in the principal's room. Alan did not inform Luna of his plan to go to the Ministry of Magic, although in his opinion Luna's true strength was estimated to have exceeded that of Perry. Nello, but the other person's personality that easily fell into trance made Allen worried about letting her participate in this kind of battle - he was not confident enough to protect three people at once. In fact, if Hermione hadn't strongly requested it, he would have just wanted to take her with him Penello, who was experienced in fighting, went there, but fortunately as long as he entangled Voldemort, other ordinary Death Eaters were no longer a match for these two girls.
Harry looked at the old watch on his hand from time to time, and the soles of his feet tapped the ground from time to time, looking restless and restless.
"Harry, there is no need for you to join the fight in the Ministry of Magic. You just need to protect yourself. However, I think you need to learn a more offensive spell. If you need to take action, don't hesitate. Stop using it all the time." Expelliarmus, remember this time I am going to help your godfather." Allen could see what was in Harry's mind at a glance. He felt that it was impossible to learn a spell in such a short time, "I was actually in the last semester. I used it against the giant squid in the Goblet of Fire competition, and you will quickly learn this magic spell, which is called - Shen Feng Wu Ying."
Because Harry has Voldemort's soul fragment in his body, Harry is actually very talented in learning black magic. Although Harry was impetuous at this time, his curiosity was aroused by Alan.
"From a certain perspective, this is a kind of hidden, vicious but very powerful and effective black magic. The wand itself will not show any obvious signs when the spell is activated. As soon as this spell is uttered, the opponent's skin will look like It bleeds like it was split open by an invisible sword - the parts damaged by the curse cannot be regenerated by any other means, but can be healed by counter-curses - so it is powerful but will not be regarded as an unforgivable curse, but this I'll teach you the counter-spell after taking action." Allen glanced at Harry, and he sensed that the other person was a little hesitant about this black magic. "Harry, the inventor of this curse is a person who I respect and admire very much. He gave everything for the people he loved, although he himself - Voldemort and Dumbledore were using him... although I was also using him. Get over him..."
In Harry's impression, Allen was actually a somewhat arrogant person. He had almost never seen him speak so highly of others, and Allen even seemed a little guilty about it. Harry couldn't help but ask: "Is he?" who?"
"The spell of Shadowless Blade is Sectumsempra, and the movement of the wand is like this..." Allen did not answer Harry's identity, but directly demonstrated the essentials of the spell to Harry, "Sectums is in Latin. It means to cut, and Sempra comes from the Latin word Semper - which means always." What Alan did not explain to Harry was that the first five words of Snape's name were Severus. Sever also meant cutting, "Now go over there and practice for a while, be careful not to cast it on anyone."
At nightfall, they walked through the fireplace and arrived near the Ministry of Magic. The group took the telephone booth elevator. Ron picked up the phone and dialed the number 62442 - which could just spell out the word "magic" on the keyboard of an old-fashioned mobile phone. This is magic. Password for the guest entrance to the guest phone booth.
After the robotic female voice told everyone's names and what to do, she pinned the badge that slipped out of the metal chute in the phone booth where coins should be withdrawn. When the elevator stopped and opened the sliding door, Harry's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Shen, except for the welcoming blessing issued by the mechanical female voice when he first arrived, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was silent, which was completely different from the coming and going of people during his last trial.
Harry looked at the calm-looking Ron next to him and the serious-looking Ginny, Neville and others behind him as if asking for help. "It's okay, Harry, it's off-duty time now, and no one is normal." Ron said gently. Harry smiled.
In the main hall, there was only the endless sound of water from the golden fountain. Sparkling water jets shot out from the top of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrow, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the two ears of the house elf. In a nearby pool.
"If it's too late... he's still alive, he's still resisting, I can feel it... if Voldemort decides that Sirius won't give in... I'll know..." Harry's scar hurt again.
Harry's premonition grew stronger as they walked quickly through the golden gate towards the lift. He pressed the button closest to him, "Down," and an elevator clanked immediately. With a jingling sound, the golden gate slid open gently, and they rushed in.
Harry pressed the ninth button, the gate slammed shut, the elevator began to descend, and there was silence as the chains rattled. The elevator stopped, and a cold woman's voice said: "Department of Mysteries. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net" The fence door slid open gently. They came to the corridor outside. There was no movement around, except for the torch closest to them, which was blown left and right by the air current stirred up by the elevator.
Harry turned towards the all-black door. He had been seeing it in his dreams for months, and now he was finally here.
"It should be this way." He whispered, taking the lead in walking forward in the corridor, and the other four followed him silently. Harry faced the door and stepped forward... just as in a dream, the door opened and he led the way across the threshold.
They were standing in a large circular room. Everything here is black, including the floors and ceilings. There are many black doors embedded in the surrounding black walls, all identical, without markings or handles. There are some branch-shaped candles dotted between the walls, the flames are blue, and the swaying cold light casts on the shiny marble floor, making people feel like they are standing on the dark water under their feet.
"Close the door," Ron said softly.
Neville did as he was told, and a long beam of light came from behind them in the corridor that had been lit with torches. Now that the beam of light was gone, the room suddenly became dark, and Harry could only see the trembling bunches on the wall. Blue flames, and their eerie shadows on the ground.
In his dreams, Harry always walked confidently across the room and towards the door facing the entrance. But now there are twelve doors around it. He looked at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which one he should enter. Just then, with a loud rumble, the candle began to move sideways. The circular wall rotates. For seconds, the walls spun rapidly, blue flames blurring around them like neon tubes. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling stopped and everything was quiet again.