Chapter 810: Unknown Awakening Condition

"Stand back!"

Hermione's quick retreat and warning made everyone who was about to follow stop in place. Then, with a bang, the door of the Room of Requirement was quickly closed by Hermione.

When everyone avoided that section of the wall and returned to the corner, the door frame began to slowly disappear, and it would be the same as usual in a short while, returning to the original ordinary brick wall.

But at a certain moment before the door door completely disappeared, there was a soft "chi" sound, and a sharp blade shining with silver light suddenly penetrated the door panel.

So, while Hermione and the others were wondering, the deforming door suddenly froze at that moment.

"What...what should I do?" Neville, who was tall and burly, shrank his neck and asked timidly, "This...Harry... is he okay?"

Before the rest of the people could reply, another "shua" sound was heard, and the sharp blade that cut through the eyes was retracted.

Hermione's breathing couldn't help but become much heavier.

"I think we should follow through on every word Maca said..." She pursed her lips and said, "He said Harry must be left alone in there, we shouldn't go in... even opening the door without authorization Will not work."

"Uh... the key now is that we should... do something?" Ron said nervously, "I remember Maca saying that Harry himself is not in danger, but the other living things around him will... "

What he said was an answer to Neville who didn't know why. But to be honest, they are not quite sure what to do now.

In just a few seconds, probably except for Luna, everyone else was thinking about a question over and over - why didn't the second sword that pierced the door panel start?

No way, because everyone can't imagine what will happen next.

But after a few seconds of silence, the door was suddenly opened from the inside. Under the focus of the line of sight, a head popped out.

what's the situation?

Just the short black hair came into everyone's sight, and everyone invariably squeezed their imaginations. It's a pity...or should I say "very fortunate", at least they didn't see a pair of red pupils shining with blood.

"Eh? What's the matter..."

Harry, who stuck out his upper body, immediately realized that everyone's eyes were on him.

He looked at everyone, then turned his head to look at the hole in the door panel, and quickly frowned.

"Oh... It seems that I have failed again?" He muttered to himself, "But, will my behavior inside affect the outside? Maca can guarantee that there will be no problem... "

Hearing Harry talking to himself like this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione thought for a while, and took a few steps forward cautiously, getting closer to Harry.

"I accidentally opened the door... Harry, are you... are you all right?"

Although Maca had said that nothing would happen to Harry, how could Hermione not worry in this situation?

"I'm fine," Harry said regretfully as he walked out, "I waved it inside countless times, and finally, I finally felt its power... It's just that I seemed to have failed again just now."

As he was speaking, he paused for a while, and looked down at his hand. There, the Gryffindor sword was carefully wrapped in linen and kept out of direct contact with him.

"That is indeed an incredible power. Unfortunately, I only lasted for about ten seconds... I don't remember the situation after that."

Seeing the long strip of linen wrapped, Hermione dared to walk to Harry's side with confidence, and took the sword in the other's hand.

"It's a bit late today, but don't worry, you will be able to last longer tomorrow."

While putting the package upright in her schoolbag, she also comforted Harry, but a little worry soon appeared in her eyes.

"But truth be told,

I would rather you not pick up this sword again... Maybe we can try more combinations of runes, it may take more time and energy, and the effect will be..."

"Hermione," Harry interrupted suddenly, "this is my own choice - Maca is too hard alone, we have to share as much as possible for him, isn't that what you said? Don't worry, since Professor Dumbledore gave me that book, which means that the professor also supports me!"

He was talking, but couldn't help but look back at the small flat hole in the door, it was obvious that the thoughts in his heart were not as fearless as they appeared on the surface.

"I just want to know now, how did I wake up just now?"

Even after such a long time, the guilt that he had gouged out on Luna's body could not completely disappear. The feeling of being completely out of control, although he didn't have any intuitive memory, made his regret even deeper.

Fortunately, as the idea of ​​protecting the friends around me gradually became stronger, the guilt was somewhat relieved.

"We don't know either..." Hermione turned around and walked towards Luna and the others, "I only heard you roar, and then I hurriedly closed the door, and the sword came out after a short while. The door panel came out."

Seeing her walking that way, Harry followed her.

"Oh, I think I have to mention this to Makati. Even if I can't control the sword of Gryffindor for a long time, as long as I can figure out how to wake up, it will be a great reward."

After both of them left the door of the Room of Response, the door continued to fade, and finally returned to the original wall safely.

It seems that the sword marks on the door will not make it lose its original miraculous effect.

But just when Ron and Neville approached Harry, intending to ask about the details inside, a familiar sound of footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the corner of the corridor.

"Oh, it's Filch."

Having wandered around Hogwarts too many times at night, they had already gotten used to hearing Filch's unique shuffling footsteps, so Ron spread his hands helplessly in the blink of an eye.

Hermione subconsciously glanced out the window, remembering something she had temporarily overlooked because of Harry's accident.

"Professor McGonagall may have sent him to find us, but he didn't expect to come so soon... Before Maca left, he must have told the professor that we were here."

Sure enough, when Filch hurriedly appeared in front of them, there was no surprise on his face.

"You are indeed here—" he waved his hands carelessly, "Come with me, the principal wants you to go over."

...

City of London, near a certain section of the River Thames.

"Mr. McLean, the minister ordered us to go to the black market to pick you up, but...what's the situation below, why are all the entrances closed?"

On the river bank, three groups of Aurors gathered together. And their team leader is none other than Kingsley, who is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, the recently appointed head of the Auror office.

It's just that when he was outside, he and Maca would tacitly maintain a certain sense of distance, keeping everything about the Order of the Phoenix in their hearts for the time being.

"The situation is a bit complicated," Maca said quickly. "The time is urgent now, and we will talk about the details later...You first separate out a team to settle them properly. The other two teams come to collect the door keys, and then go down to rescue more people." come out--"

At this time, besides the Auror, there were some ordinary wizards around him, and they were all acquaintances brought by Maca from the black market.

He is not a saint. At this time, the most important thing is to ensure that the people he knows are out of danger.

For example, when he was on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, his predecessors, Christine Cook and Charles Brown, who had been opening shops in the black market after graduation.

Oh! Seems like it's time to address Kristen as "Mrs. Brown."

Leaving these things aside, the twenty or so people rescued by Maca began to transfer to the Ministry of Magic in a unified manner under the instructions of Auror.

The other two teams of Aurors led by Kingsley stepped forward one by one, taking some strange-shaped portkeys from Maca.

This is what Maca did by the way when he was looking for someone. The spell was very simple for him, and he started... After all, he wrote to Scrimgeour for these Aurors, and now he would naturally want more. Put it to good use.

In fact, some loopholes are unavoidable in these preparations, but they can be regarded as more thoughtful. You know, less than 20 minutes have passed since he learned that the black market was about to be blocked from the inside.

However, let me ask, will Hai Erbo give him too much time to transfer the wizards in the black market?

The answer is obvious……

"Mr. McLean, the portkey has no effect."

"So do we."

"Ah, it's the same here."

Just seeing Maca acting eager, these experienced Aurors knew they should speed up too. So before Maca finished distributing the door keys, the people who received them started to rush to the black market in groups of four or five.

But this time, they found that the door key was not activated successfully.

When Maca heard this, his face couldn't help changing slightly. After carefully sensing the port key in his hand, he shook his head immediately.

"The space on the other side seems to be completely isolated from the outside world, you..." He looked at the remaining two teams of Aurors, frowned and said, "Forget it, you go back to the Ministry of Magic and mobilize more people there Stand by. I'll go back to Hogwarts first, Mr Scrimgeour should be there by now."

If the space on both sides was really cut off by Hai Erbo in some way, it's not impossible for Maca to get in.

It's just that he needs more time to rectify his helpers, because if he only relies on himself, the efficiency will be too low.

Before the words were finished, Maca activated another Portkey and disappeared from the sight of the Aurors first.

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