Chapter 563 Department of Mysteries (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Zhuifeng V8)

There were streaks of blue light flashing in Harry's eyes, and he couldn't see anything else. Harry was a little confused, "Which door should we enter?"

"That's the preliminaries over there..." As soon as Neville finished speaking, Ginny stared back. Ron's eyes glanced in one direction, exactly where Neville was looking just now. He turned his head and asked Harry, "Harry, what did you see in your dream?"

Harry swallowed, "In the dream, I got out of the elevator, passed through the door at the end of the corridor, and entered a dark room - this one - and then I passed through another door. , and entered a room that seemed to...seem to be glowing. We should try to find a few doors," he said quickly, "I will know if we find the right one. Hurry."

He strode toward the door opposite him, the others following closely behind. He placed his left hand on the cold, shiny door, raised his wand, prepared to attack as soon as the door opened, and then pushed hard.

The door opened suddenly.

After passing the darkness of the first room, they felt that the few lights hanging from the ceiling made this rectangular room look much brighter, but there were no flickering and swaying lights that Harry had seen in his dreams. The room was empty, with only a few tables, and in the center there was a huge glass tank big enough for them to swim in. Inside was a dark green liquid, with many pearly-white things lazily floating around in it.

Neville moved closer to the water tank and looked through the wall of the tank. Those things were shining strangely, floating back and forth in the depths of the green liquid, flickering in and out, looking like slimy cauliflower.

Harry wiped his glasses and asked uncertainly, "Are these a kind of fish?"

"Can it be eaten?" Neville asked.

Flegg kicked Neville in the leg, "Idiot, these things are brains. I have seen similar things in Germany. Don't touch them, otherwise they will entangle you with their tentacles of thought and leave a mental mark on you. You're scarred, I don't want to put Dr. Unfavorable Forgetting Ointment on your fat body."

"Got it." Neville muttered, shrugging his shoulders and moving some distance away from Flegg.

"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This isn't right. We need to find another door to try."

When they returned to the dark circular room again. Ginny walked last, gesturing with her wand in the air, "Mark revealed!" A fiery red X appeared on the door. The door clicked shut, followed by another loud rumble and the walls began to spin rapidly again. But this time, there was a blur of golden red in the middle of the blue. When everything was fixed, the fiery red X was still burning, indicating that they had tried that door.

Harry hurried to the opposite door, followed closely by the others, and he pushed the door open, still holding his wand.

This room was larger than the previous one, dimly lit, rectangular in shape, with a recess in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room was surrounded by rows of stepped stone benches. They were standing in the top row. The stone benches extended downward at a very steep angle, much like an amphitheater, and like Harry undergoing the Wizengamot trial. That courtroom at that time. But there was no chained chair in the center of the stone pit. There was only a large, high stone platform with a stone arch erected on it. It looked very old, dilapidated and decayed. There was no wall around the arch to support it, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung over it, and although there was no breeze in the cold air, the drapery fluttered gently as if someone had just touched it.

Ronli quickly jumped down from the rows of stone benches and reached the stone bottom of the pit. He walked slowly towards the high platform, his footsteps echoing loudly. Looking at the pointed arch from here, it looks much taller than when looking down from above. The curtains were still swaying slightly, as if someone had just passed through them. He had a very strange feeling, as if something behind the arch had discovered his presence and was spying on his group.

"Someone is whispering behind there." Harry came to Ron's side and said, frowning as he looked at the curtains that were fluttering gently in a way that even made him feel like they were floating gently, and whispered, "Sirius?"

"Not Sirius." Ron replied firmly, "Harry, even when the second Minister of Magic, Damocles Rolle, took office in 1718, he made an agreement with the dementors to use Azkaban to punish prisoners. Later, this curtain was once used as a death chamber. If you pass through the curtain, you will die and no one will come back alive."

The murmurs seemed to be getting louder and louder. Others discovered that Harry did not hear Ron's explanation, but stepped on the high platform and walked towards the arch, his eyes staring obsessively. Fluttering curtains.

Neville picked up Harry and escorted them back to the stone bench at the bottom without any explanation. Everyone climbed up to the door. Ron looked back at the place called the Death Hall, and after looking around the environment, He nodded with satisfaction before looking back, UU reading www.uukansｈhu． netｔ made a gesture to Ginny beside him, who decisively stamped a burning X on the door and returned to the dark circular room.

Ron squinted his eyes and stared at Harry for a while, "This Death Hall is probably the only place where wizards generally have a little understanding of the Department of Mysteries - after all, it was once used as a death chamber, although Hogwarts The knowledge about it is not taught now. Young wizards or wizards with low will are easily confused by the other side of the veil. Wizards who have never been exposed to death will have their own attitude towards death - either extremely fearful or indifferent. A person who has been close to death himself, whether he himself or has seen it, may stare at the curtain motionless and be fascinated by it. And a wizard who has lost a loved one can hear the whispers of the dead here, and the curtain will make you You create the illusion that the dead person you miss is standing on the other side.”

Harry, who was in a trance, came back to his senses, with a bit of fear and confusion on his face. That room almost made him forget the purpose of coming here.

Ron approached slowly with a calm face and put his left hand on Harry's shoulder and grabbed his neck. Then he lowered his head and looked at Harry. In Harry's confusion, he heard the other person's next words, "I just sensed that you think the curtain is "gentle"? So this means that for you, death is not scary, but a comfort. You have just developed a strong desire to pass through the curtain. I understand your commitment You have carried too many burdens, experienced too much pain, and longed to see your loved ones, but this also means that you have been subconsciously tempted by death!" Ron slapped Harry on the face the moment he lowered his head due to the words. On his face, Harry felt like he had been beaten awake again, "Harry, this doesn't mean you can secretly use death to escape reality and evade responsibility."