Chapter 599: Shocking Change

In front of the fireplace in the basement kitchen of Black's old house, a flash of crystal blue light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Loren, who was deep in thought. With a thought in his mind, he quickly looked to the rear right, where Harry was dozing off with his head hanging down.

In the field of vision that did not belong to the real world, black mist emerged in the shape of lightning, and ominous magic escaped, invading Harry's brain and soul, and his magic and emotions were fluctuating at strange frequencies.

Harry's brain was invaded by Voldemort again! ?

Loren didn't think much, got up and left his seat and came to Harry's side. He noticed that Harry's eyeballs were moving rapidly under his eyelids, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his scar The nearby skin was slightly swollen and red, and the bluish arteries were overly congested and bulging, obviously trapped in a nightmare.

"Wake up Harry, wake up..."

Just when he reached out to shake Harry awake, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Loren stared at the scar that seemed to be crawling, his eyes moving slightly.

He knew very well that Harry's current rapid eye movement state, coupled with the black magic escaping from the scar, it was obvious that Voldemort had controlled the secret passage between the two souls and was invading Harry's brain and soul to exert influence on him. .

If it were in the form of a dream...

Loren frowned slightly thoughtfully. He stretched out his hand to lift his glasses slightly, and opened Harry's eyelids with his other hand. The trembling of the eyeballs temporarily stopped. He observed the dilated pupils, and turned the crystal blue slightly. Bright light and shadow are reflected in it.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"He's having nightmares again!"

Others around him also noticed that something was wrong and quickly gathered around, staring at Harry anxiously. Just when Ron reached out to forcefully wake Harry up, Loren held his hand and said, "Wait a minute."

"What are you waiting for!" Sirius' tone was a little anxious, "Voldemort may be in his head!"

"Can you wake him up this time and every time in the future?"

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps I can try to give him some direct help in this secret duel."

"..."

Sirius raised his head and met those strange eyes. He was stunned for a moment, remembering the dreams that had made him sleepless. He was silent for a moment and took a step back silently.

Hermione gently tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Are you sure?"

"It depends on the situation..."

Loren lowered his head and bent down, took off his glasses, and opened his eyelids at the same time. A soft magic flowed into Harry's eyes, and the crystal blue light and shadow illuminated his eyes, flickering a few times. Quietly spreading towards the soul and brain.

The scene in front of him gradually blurred, the heavy breathing of the people around him gradually disappeared, and the strong firelight in the fireplace sank into darkness. His heart slowly calmed down. When the surroundings lit up again, a strange world unfolded in front of him. Loren was very surprised. He quickly locked onto Harry, or Voldemort...

Harry stood in a room with a high-hanging roof. Tall shelves were neatly arranged here, and blue candlelight floated in the aisles. Countless gray crystal balls were displayed on the shelves, talking to Terry. Professor Lawney's divination crystal ball is somewhat similar, but has a more magical atmosphere. Under the reflection of those ledge candlesticks, the surface of the crystal ball shines with a faint light, a faint blue.

Harry looked at the two familiar faces not far away, looking at their red hair, and violent thoughts arose in his heart.

He longed to inflict torture on them, unbearable torture, make them wail in pain under his wand, use the Cruciatus Curse to destroy their minds and souls, and would not stop until they begged for mercy...

A long breath came out of his nostrils, smoother than ever before. He took out the wand from the spacious cuff and pointed it at the vague outline in front of him. The almost instinctive spell was right next to his mouth. He opened and closed his lips and said leisurely:

"Heart-piercing—"

His movements suddenly became slow, and he discovered that the world in his dream was changing rapidly.

Those blue and mysterious crystal balls became clear, and each crystal-clear spherical plane reflected each other, as if countless real worlds were nested in each other, and space lost the meaning of measuring distance. The red-haired father and son were in front of his eyes, and they seemed to be with each other. He was separated by a whole world, the scale of time became blurred at this moment, and the brewing scarlet curse stopped at the tip of the staff.

The smooth spherical surface of the crystal was like a curved mirror. With the help of those mirrors, he finally saw his face clearly at this moment.

The skin is pale and smooth, without any hair. The vertical pupils unique to reptiles are narrowed into a line. The reason why the breathing is smooth is that there is no nose and only two terrifying blowholes. The lips are thin and the smile makes people shudder.

Voldemort.

Harry's consciousness was frozen by an awe-inspiring chill, his thinking was stiff and sluggish, and he struggled to sort out everything he encountered in his dream.

One moment he was waiting in front of the fireplace for news about the Aurors' roundup of Death Eaters, and the next moment he fell into a dream. His emotions were consumed and divided by a series of fantastic and bizarre scenes, which relaxed his brain's defensive awareness. It was at that time that Voldemort took advantage of The dream that entered the void, or in other words, the entire dream was controlled by him...

Just as Harry was sorting out his thoughts, the figure on the crystal curved mirror suddenly moved. The gloomy face stared at him, his eyes vicious and sharp, seeming to be angry that his plan had failed, but the next moment he turned towards him. He smiled brightly but made people shudder:

"What a surprise, dear Harry, that you've come to your senses."

"Voldemort!"

Harry tried hard to break free from the shackles of the dream, but the body in the dream was extremely heavy, like a sarcophagus carved from solid ice, tightly imprisoning him. He spoke with difficulty, "You let me see this on purpose, right? ?”

"You are very smart."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Guess what..."

Harry didn't want to play a guessing game: "Let them go...it's me you want!"

"Harry, my dear Harry, don't you think that I will give up the pleasant torture just because of your words?" Voldemort said with a smile on his face, and his voice was almost gritted, "But I can give you a chance, As long as you arrive in time, maybe I can spare them their humble lives..."

This is a trap!

Harry's eyes were fixed on him.

Voldemort's expression gradually calmed down: "Or you can choose to hide in a safe place and notify Dumbledore and the members of the Order of the Phoenix. If you are fast enough, you should be able to harvest two warm corpses."

Harry's heart was trembling. He could not imagine that if Mrs. Weasley returned home from shopping, she would be greeted by the corpses of her husband and son...

"I'll meet you in the Department of Mysteries."

As Voldemort turned into a black mist and disappeared into the dream world, Harry saw his original appearance clearly in the crystal ball mirror, which was dyed blue by the candlelight, and felt indescribably weird.

Accompanied by the sound of countless crystal balls exploding, the entire world was cut by countless crystal shards, shattering like a mirror.

…

After removing the interference from Harry's dream and returning to the real world, Loren put the glasses on Harry's nose and slowly recounted the information he had gleaned from the dream.

Except for Betty and Marjorie, who have no magic power, Sirius is Harry's godfather, and everyone else present is a Weasley child. Their father and brother were attacked, and there is no need to hide it from them. As for Voldemort's threat ...If Voldemort's words are to be believed, he shouldn't be called the Dark Lord.

The most important thing is that Loren vaguely sensed something was wrong. He had no evidence and relied solely on intuition. Anyway, he felt that the current situation was very strange.

Arthur and Percy went back to work at the Ministry of Magic, Bill, Charlie and Molly went out shopping, and other Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix were dragged away by the sudden appearance of Death Eaters. All the accidents created an incredibly clever coincidence - haha Leigh was almost alone.

At such an ingenious moment, Voldemort took control of the Ministry of Magic and set a trap to lure Harry into taking the initiative...

What about Dumbledore and Snape?

Are you still drunk at the wedding banquet?

"...No, you can't go!"

After Sirius listened to the story, every part of his body exuded an aura of anxiety, as if a hound detecting danger was pacing back and forth uneasily in front of the fireplace.

Loren's expression was calm: "I think my going will be more useful than you."

"But……"

Sirius was so frustrated that he wanted to howl, but he had to admit that what he said made sense, and his face turned red.

Hermione glanced at Loren's expression, vaguely noticed something, and said calmly in the same tone as him: "I know the Ministry of Magic, and I have been to the Department of Mysteries and know the structure inside."

Sirius gritted his teeth.

Although Ginny, George and Fred beside them did not speak, their resolute expressions already showed their attitude.

"you……"

Sirius' eyebrows knit together tightly. He didn't care too much now, he just wanted to find out the situation of Arthur and Percy first.

"Don't worry about these little things now. Inform Dumbledore as soon as possible. Let's go to the Ministry of Magic first..." Loren waved his hand and turned to look at the people on the seat.

On the seat in front of the fireplace, Harry opened his eyes and found that he was sitting in front of the fireplace. The inner lining of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat and was sticky and cold. The scar on his forehead felt like a hot poker had been inserted into it. It hurt. It must be fatal.

He sat up with difficulty and saw Betty and Marjorie standing in front of him, while Loren, Hermione and Sirius stood behind and talked quietly.

"..."

He vaguely heard a few words, and some distant and familiar fragments awakened from the sea of ​​memory, which hit Harry's head as if it was about to split. He endured the pain, his chest heaved, and he grabbed Ron's sleeve while panting: "You Dad and Percy...something happened..."

"I know."

"You know?" Harry was a little confused.

"We all know." Sirius said as he shook his wand to summon the Patronus. "I used the fireplace to try to contact Professor McGonagall, but she was not in the office. I first used the Patronus to inform Dumbledore that we would go to Magic together. department."

The puppy's whole body shone with silvery white light, but it was smaller than normal and faster. It turned into a ray of silver light and disappeared through the wall.

Hearing what Sirius said, Harry recalled Voldemort's threat and couldn't help but feel anxious: "But..."

"Don't think about it, do you really think Voldemort will let Arthur and Percy go?"

"..."

Harry, who had just woken up from a nightmare, had not had time to figure out the situation. He was stuffed with a handful of floo powder and pushed into the fireplace. He followed the first few people and read out their destination until he stepped out of the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. Fireplace, the whole person is still dizzy.

Sirius, who was walking at the end, turned to face Betty with a soft expression, stretched out his hand to smooth her frown, and pretended to smile casually: "Don't worry, we will be back before lunch."

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Betty lowered her head and whispered, "I know, Marjorie is still waiting for you to take her to Diagon Alley to buy magic candy."

Sirius turned his head to look at Marjorie standing behind him, and teased, "Eat them all by then, don't waste them!"

Marjorie lowered her head and said nothing, and Betty couldn't help but redden her eyes.

…

Stepping out of the Ministry of Magic's traffic fireplace and walking through the spacious corridor, a magnificent golden statue stood in front of her. A stream of crystal clear water sprayed from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrow of the centaur, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the two ears of the house elf, and fell into the nearby pool, splashing a crisp sound of water.

The wizard who was responsible for checking the wand in the past was nowhere to be seen, and the main hall was filled with oppressive silence.

"Hurry up."

Seven people ran in the corridor. Hermione came to the gate of the fence and pressed the button pointing to the bottom. With a jingle, the golden elevator door opened and everyone rushed in. Hermione pressed the ninth floor where the Department of Mysteries was located. The elevator began to descend and the chain clattered.

Harry couldn't help asking, "What's going on?"

Ginny sniffed and explained in a muffled voice, "Loren found that your condition was not right, entered your dream to check, and told us everything when he woke up..."

Harry turned his head to look at Loren who was studying the elevator next to him. For some reason, his heart seemed to have settled.

"We have arrived at the Department of Mysteries. Please be careful when opening the door..."

The fence door slid open gently.

Loren observed the surrounding structure. The corridor in the basement was quiet. The torches on both sides of the wall burned quietly. There was no sound around. Only the torch closest to them was shaken left and right by the counter-current brought by the opening of the elevator door.

The protective measures were looser than expected, and Apparition could be used.

The corridor outside was quiet, and Harry was a little dazed for a moment. Since the summer vacation, he had seen this corridor and the completely black door at the end of the corridor in his dreams many times.

"When I applied for a time converter, I followed the headmaster here once, but I only entered the Time Hall."

Pushing the door open, Hermione led the way and strode across the threshold into a spacious round room.

The room was pitch black, with only some dim magic candles dotted on the walls. The candlelight was blue, and the swaying cold light was reflected on the polished marble surface, like a calm black lake, without a ripple.