Chapter 562 Always (Modified, Sincerely Thank the Leader Zhuifeng v 8)

Waiting is always very difficult. Only Harry, Alan and the members of the umbrella are 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 real strength is estimated to have surpassed that of Perry. Nello, but the other party's trance-like personality made Alan worried about letting her participate in this kind of battle-he was not confident enough to protect three people at once. In fact, if it wasn't for Hermione's strong request, he even wanted to take Penello, who has rich combat experience, went, but fortunately, as long as he entangled Voldemort, other ordinary Death Eaters would no longer be the opponents of these two girls.

Harry looked at the old watch in his hand from time to time, and the soles of his feet slapped the ground from time to time, looking restless and restless.

"Harry, you don't need to join the battle in the Ministry of Magic, you just need to protect yourself. However, I think you need to learn a stronger offensive spell. If you need to take action, don't hesitate to use it all the time. What disarms you, remember this time to help your godfather." Allen could see what was going on in Harry's mind at a glance, he felt that it was impossible to learn a spell in such a short time, "Actually, I was in the last semester I used it against the giant squid in the Goblet of Fire match, and you'll learn this spell quickly, it's called—Shen Feng Wu Ying."

Because Harry has Voldemort's soul fragments in his body, Harry is actually very talented in learning black magic. Although Harry was impetuous at this time, he was also aroused by Alan's curiosity.

"In a way, it's a form of dark magic that's covert, vicious, yet powerful and effective. The wand itself doesn't show any visible signs when the spell is cast, and when you say it, your opponent's skin will look like It bleeds like being split by an invisible sword-the part injured by the curse cannot be regenerated by any other means, but it can be healed by counter-cursing-so it is powerful but will not be regarded as an unforgivable curse, but this I will teach you the anti-curse after you take action." Allen glanced at Harry, and he sensed that the other party was a little hesitant about this dark magic. "Harry, the inventor of this spell is a man I respect and admire. He gave everything for the one he loves, although he himself - Voldemort and Dumbledore are using him... Although I also use him past him..."

In Harry's impression, Alan was actually a bit arrogant. In his impression, he had almost never seen him commenting on others like this, and Alan even seemed a little guilty about it. Harry couldn't help asking: "Is he who?"

"Shenfeng Wuying's spell is Sectumsempra, and the movement of the stick is so..." Allen did not answer Harry's identity, but directly demonstrated the essentials of the spell to Harry, "Sectums are in Latin Meaning to cut, Sempra comes from the Latin word Semper - he means always (always)." What Allen didn't continue to explain to Harry was that Snape's name, Severus (Severus), the first five words Sever also means to cut, "Now go over there and practice for a while, be careful not to cast it on people."

At night, they came near the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace. The group took the elevator in the telephone booth. Ron picked up the phone and dialed the number 62442—the word "magic" can just be spelled out on the keyboard of an old-fashioned mobile phone. This is magic. The password for the visitor's entrance at the Ministry's Visitor Phone Booth.

After the mechanical female voice reported the names of everyone and the matters to be handled, they pinned the badges that slipped out from the metal chute in the phone booth that should have withdrawn coins. After the elevator stopped and the sliding door opened, Harry's heart skipped a beat. Shen, except for the welcome blessing from the mechanical female voice when he first arrived, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was silent, which was completely different from the scene of people coming and going during his trial last time.

Harry looked at Ron with a calm expression beside him and Ginny Neville's group with a serious expression behind him as if asking for help, "It's okay, Harry, it's off-duty time, 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, shining jets of water from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrow of the centaur, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the ears of the house-elf In a nearby pool.

"If it's too late...he's alive, he's still fighting, I can feel it...if Voldemort decides 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 grille gates towards the lift. He pressed the button closest to him, "DOWN," and immediately an elevator clattered into existence. With the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang, the golden fence door slid open gently, and they rushed in.

Harry tapped the ninth button, the gate slammed shut, and the lift began to descend, the chains rattling in the silence. The elevator stopped, and a nonchalant woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The gate slid open. They came out into the hallway. There was no movement around them, only the torches nearest them were swaying from side to side in the draft stirred up by the elevator.

Harry turned to the all-black door. He had been seeing it in his dreams for months, and now he was here at last.

"It should be this way." He whispered, and walked forward in the corridor first, and the other four followed him silently. Facing the door, Harry stepped forward... as if in a dream, the door opened and he strode across the threshold at the head of it.

They stood in a large circular room. Everything here is black, including the floor and ceiling. Inlaid in the black walls around were many black doors, all identical, without markings or handles. There are some branch-shaped candles dotted between the walls, the flames are blue, and the flickering cold light casts on the polished marble floor, making people feel that there is dark water under their feet.

"Close the door," Ron said softly.

Neville complied, and there was a long ray of light behind them from the torch-lit corridor. Now that ray was gone, the room went dark, and Harry could only see the trembling wisps of light on the wall. The blue flames, and their eerie shadows on the ground.

In his dreams, Harry always walked confidently across the room, towards the door directly opposite the entrance. But now there are twelve doors around. He looked at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which one he should enter. At this moment, with a loud rumbling noise, the candle began to move sideways. The circular wall rotates. For a few seconds, the walls whirled and the blue flames blurred around them like neon tubes. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling stopped and everything was quiet again.