MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 116 Festival

Before, the golden fence slid from it to both sides, making a deafening, reverberating clang, and they rushed in. Harry poked the nine button, and the fence slammed shut. The elevator made a rattling sound, which was very harsh.

Gwen should have admired the magical elevator at the Ministry of Magic, but she was now overwhelmed by a strong sense of unease. He was holding his wand tightly and asked, "I've never been to the Ministry of Magic. Who can remind me that there are no security personnel in this building? The movement of the elevator is not small..."

But when the elevator stopped, the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The fence opened and they stepped out into the corridor, where all but the nearest torches were stirring the elevator. Apart from flickering and flickering in the rising air, there was no movement.

The Ministry of Magic is really dying. Gwen cursed inwardly again.

Harry turned to a plain black door as if he had visited countless times. "Let's go," he whispered, leading everyone down the corridor, with Luna following behind him, opening his mouth slightly and looking around.

He stepped over the threshold, and the others followed. They were standing in a huge round room. Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black; some identical, unmarked, and unhandled black doors are set at some distance from each other and embedded in the surrounding black walls, and some blue-flaming candles are adorned with On the walls, the faint, cold, flickering light of candles was reflected on the polished marble floor, making the floor look like a puddle of black water.

There are twelve doors around. Just as Harry stared at the doors in front of him, trying to decide which one to enter, the candle began to move sideways with a loud rumbling sound. The circular wall swivels.

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm as if worried that the floor would move too, but the floor didn't move. A few seconds later, the blue flames around them blurred into similar halos as the walls rapidly rotated. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling disappeared and all was quiet again.

"What is this for?" Ron whispered worriedly.

"I guess it made us wonder which door we came in from." Gwen replied in a low voice.

Harry realized at once that she was right: it was harder for him to identify the exit now than to find a black ant on the dark floor; in the twelve surrounding doors, Any door could be the one they need to go through.

"How shall we get out?" Neville asked nervously.

"It doesn't matter now," said Harry excitedly, blinking as he tried to remove the blue lines from his eyes, his wand gripping tighter, "before he found the little Before Sirius, we don't need to go out—"

"Be quiet!" said Hermione hastily.

"Where are we going, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I don't know—" Harry swallowed as soon as he spoke, "In those dreams, I went down the elevator, walked into a door at the end of the corridor, and came to a dark room. in the house—then I went through another door and into a room that was a little… shiny. We should try a few doors," he said hurriedly. "As soon as I saw that room, I knew what to do. Go. Come on."

He walked straight to the door facing him, the others following closely behind. He put his left hand on the cold, shiny door, raised his wand, ready to dash through the moment the door opened, and he pushed. The door opened with ease.

Pendant lights hung low on golden chains from the white ceiling, and the square room seemed very bright, though without the hazy, shimmering gleam Harry described. The room was almost empty, except for a table, and in the center of the room there was a huge glass tank of dark green liquid, big enough for them to swim in; many white things were slowly floating in it float away.

"What is this?" Ron whispered.

"I don't know," said Harry.

"Is it a fish?" Ginny asked softly.

"Arkha!" Luna said excitedly, "Dad said the Ministry of Magic kept—"

"No," said Hermione. There was something odd in her tone. She walked up and looked through the container. "It's the brain."

"Brain?" Gwen's eyes widened, "Stop talking, I'm about to vomit..."

"Why do they keep this stuff?"

Harry came to her and stood in front of the water tank. It's true, he can't see it wrong when he's so close. They gleamed eerily in the depths of the green liquid, like sticky cauliflower.

“Everyone get out of here,” Harry said. "This one is not, let's try another door."

"There are also many doors here," Ron said, pointing to the surrounding walls. Harry's heart sank, just how big this place is. "In my dream, I walked through the black room and entered the second room," he said. "I think we should go back and try again from there."

They quickly returned to the dark circular room; instead of the blue candles, the images of the terrifying brains swam before his eyes.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione screamed as Luna was about to close the door behind her with the brain, "The mark appears!"

She drew in midair with her wand, and a fiery red "X" appeared on the door. As the door clicked shut behind them, a deafening rumbling sounded, and the walls began to spin rapidly again. But in the faint blue light, there was a huge, fuzzy golden-red, and when everything stood still again, the fiery x was still burning, indicating that the door they had entered.

"Good idea," said Harry, "now, let's try this one—"

He strode straight to the door in front of him, holding his wand and pushing the door open, the others still followed behind.

This time it was larger than the previous one, dimly lit, square, and hollow in the center, forming a huge rock pit, about twenty feet deep. The stone steps encircle the whole room, like stone benches, descending step by step, each step is steep, like an amphitheatre, or the courtroom where Harry had been interrogated by Wizengamore, where they stood. The position is on the highest step. But instead of a chair with chains in the center of the pit, there was a raised stone platform over which stood an archway that looked old and dilapidated, and Harry wondered how it could still stand there Do not fall down. 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. .

"Who's there?" Harry said, jumping to the stone bench on the next level. But no one answered, but the curtain was still fluttering.

"Be careful!" Hermione said in a low voice.

Harry quickly climbed down the stone bench to the bottom of the stone pit, and then slowly walked to the stone platform. It was much higher. The veil was still swinging slightly, as if someone had just passed through it.

"Sirius?" Harry called again, his voice softer due to the proximity.

He had a very odd feeling that someone must be standing behind the drapery, or on the other side of the arch. He clutched his wand tightly and walked cautiously around behind the table, but there was no one; from here only the other side of the tattered black drapery could be seen.

"Let's go," Hermione called down the middle of the stone steps, "this is not the same, Harry, hurry up, let's go."

It sounded like she was scared, more scared than in the room with the swimming brain, but Harry felt that the arch, despite its age, had a unique beauty. The gently fluttering drapery intrigued him; he had a strong desire to climb the stone platform and cross it.

Gwen's brain began to warn, and she felt a constant, terrifying icy electric current running through her temple again and again. As if that arch was something scarier than death.

"Harry, hurry up!" Gwen said in a hurry, and even used an unusually tough attitude, "Stay away from that!"

"It's coming," he said, but didn't move. What he had just heard, a faint whisper and muttering came from behind the veil.

"What are you talking about?" he asked loudly, his words echoing through the stone benches.

"Nobody's talking, Harry!" said Hermione, coming towards him.

"Someone whispered in the back." He moved away from Hermione, still frowning at the curtain, "Is that you, Ron?"

"Here I am, buddy." Ron said, walking around the other side of the arch.

"Can't you all hear this?" Harry asked eagerly, as the whispers and muttering grew louder; subconsciously he found his feet standing on the stone platform.

"I can hear it too," Luna whispered and came to the side of the arch to stand with them, staring at the fluttering drapery, "there's someone in there!"

"What do you mean, 'in there'?" Gwen asked angrily, taking a few steps back, not knowing where the anger came from, "I don't know 'in there' 'What, but it makes me feel bad, Harry, Ron, Luna. Stop this, get out of here—"

Hermione