Chapter 912 Discussion and Paddling
"Say, what's in the Mystery Department, sir?" said Harry.
"Why," said Snape slowly, "do you want to ask that?"
"Because," Harry said, taking a step forward and looking closely at Snape's face, "that corridor is what I just saw - I have been dreaming about it for months - I know It—it led me to the Department of Mysteries and I think Voldemort wanted to—"
"I already told you not to say the Dark Duke's name!"
They looked at each other. Harry's scar hurt again, but he didn't mind. Snape looked excited; but when he spoke again, his tone was cold and uncaring. "There is much in the Mysterious Department, Potter, a few of which you may know, however, none of which will concern you. Am I not clear?"
"Yes," Harry said, still rubbing his scar in increasing pain.
"I want you to be back here at the same time on Tuesday so we can continue our studies." "Oh," said Harry. He rushed out of Snape's office desperately, looking for Fanlin and Hermione.
"You have to clear your emotions before going to bed every day, empty him, make him blank and calm down, you know?"
"Yes," Harry said, barely listening.
"And I'm warning you, Potter. I've learned that if you don't practice—"
"Okay," Harry muttered. He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried to the office door. As he opened it, he glanced at Snape, who was carefully placing his thoughts into the pensieve with his wand. inside.
Harry left without saying a word, closing the door carefully behind him, his scar still aching sharply. Harry found Fanlin and Hermione in the library, where they were doing a lot of homework that Umbridge had recently assigned.
This is almost the most homework Fan Lin has done in fifteen years. The most important thing is that it is useless, but they have to waste part of their time on it. Fan Lin has been thinking about whether to find Rita to get one. A pen for recording, so that he could be freed from the heavy homework, and it would be best to give Hermione one.
Other students were doing the same thing, the worst Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment in fifteen years.
Sitting under the light, my nose pressed against the book, my quill writing excitedly, the sky outside the window slowly turned dark. There was only the sound of Mrs. Pince's shoes as she patrolled the aisles, lowering her neck to breathe and caressing her beloved books.
This made Harry feel terrible; his scar still hurt and he felt like he was going crazy. When he sat opposite Fanlin and Hermione, he saw his own shadow in the opposite window; he was very pale, and his scars looked more clear than usual.
"How did it get away?" Hermione whispered, then looked at Harry with concern. "Are you okay, Harry?"
"Yeah, okay, I don't know," Harry said impatiently, wincing at the painful scar, "Look, I understand something."
So he told them what he had just seen and deduced.
"So, you're saying," Fanlin whispered after Mrs. Pince passed by, "that the weapon - the thing after You-Know-Who - is in the Ministry of Magic?"
"In the Mysteries Department, it must be," Harry whispered. "When Ron's dad took me to the courtroom, I saw that door, and I'm sure it was when Mrs. Weasley was attacked. It’s there too.”
Hermione let out a long, slow sigh. "Of course," she breathed.
"Of course?" Harry said a little urgently.
"Harry, think about it carefully. Someone once tried to pass through a door in the Ministry of Magic. It must be this door. There are so many coincidences!"
The two people looked at Fan Lin.
"So, you should learn to judge." Fan Lin said helplessly, "This should be exactly what Voldemort wants. Moreover, I don't know more about you. They avoided me just to Prevent this."
"So, what is usually stored in the mysterious department?"
"I know they call the people who work inside 'the unspeakable,'" Fanlin said, frowning. "Because it seems that no one really knows what they are doing - but, you know, all the unexplained things can be found there, for example, the time turner, I guess, the time turner should originally look like this Where is it hidden? Otherwise, do you think that with the current level of the Ministry of Magic, it is difficult to master this method of time conversion? "
"So, Voldemort's goal..." Hermione said.
"No, we can't judge yet." Fan Lin said, "Harry, if you find something, you must tell me, but before that, you must learn to judge the authenticity. This is what I have been worried about."
"worry about what?"
"You can see what Voldemort sees. Naturally, he can also let you see some of what he wants you to see...you understand what I mean..."
"Understood, but we are not discussing the mysterious department..."
"There might be top secrets from the Ministry of Magic in there, I think. Harry, are you sure you're perfectly normal? I mean, Ministry secrets can't be shown to the outside world, and there's no use in guessing here, so, are you sure? …”
Because both of Harry's hands were covering his forehead, it looked very hot there.
"Yeah, okay," he said, lowering his trembling hand.
"I have a feeling that I really don't like Occlumency."
"I think it would be a bit unsettling for someone to have their mind invaded again and again," Hermione said pityingly. "You should have studied hard with Fan Lin at that time..."
"I learned it, but it was useless..." Harry shrugged helplessly. Hermione looked at Fan Lin, and after receiving a positive answer, she put on an expression of pity.
"Okay, let's not talk about the Ministry of Magic or anything, let's go back to the common room, we'll be more comfortable there."
"Of course, I have to tell you some unfortunate news." Fan Lin said, raising the homework in his hand, "If you don't want Umbridge to cause trouble, you'd better solve it, otherwise it will delay Snake's work. Private tutoring sessions with Professor Pu are not a wise choice, you will be dealing with two people at the same time.”
Fan Lin felt sad for Harry when he thought of Snape's cold face and Umbridge's fake smile. At the same time, he was also lucky. With Harry attracting attention, he could paddle quietly quite well. (To be continued)