Chapter 601: Shocking Change!

"Harry, wake up, we are here to save Arthur and Percy!" Sirius said as he dragged Harry out of the pit.

"Yes... we are here to save people." Harry repeated in a low voice, his obsessed eyes moved away from the fluttering curtains, and he shook his head to wake up, "It's not this room. Let's go back and try again."

On the other side of the arch, George and Fred stared at the fluttering curtain for several seconds, their eyes slightly obsessed. After hearing the sound, they looked at each other. The twins showed lingering expressions of fear and turned their heads without hesitation. Walk.

Returning to the dimly lit circular room, she closed the wooden door leading to the curtained arch. Hermione waved her wand, and a burning "X" was imprinted on the wooden door with worn curtains. She spoke in a voice that only two people could hear clearly. The voice asked, "Loren, what do you think that arch could be?"

"It's a bit complicated to explain, so let's look at other rooms first..." Loren said softly.

The room was arranged like a theater stage, with an archway leading to the world of death in the center, and the neatly arranged benches around it serving as viewing seats. It looked like a trial court, and Loren even suspected that this was the place where wizards carried out executions. .

Loren turned around and looked around, then stepped towards the dark and smooth wooden door next to him. He held the wand in one hand and pressed the door with the other, pushing hard - the wooden door did not move at all, not even swaying slightly, as if there was a heavy and hard force behind the wooden door. The thing was firmly pressed against it, and it seemed to be locked from the inside, preventing everyone from visiting and prying.

Loren stretched out his wand and pressed it against the wooden door, tapping it gently: "[Alajo Opens]"

The wooden door still didn't respond.

Several people watching also noticed something was wrong.

"Can't you open it?"

"Why can't it be opened?"

Ron stared closely at the dark wooden door, trying to observe some clues from the door, but found nothing. He leaned closer and put his ear against the wooden door. After listening for a moment, he shook his head in front of everyone's expectant eyes.

"Let me try..."

Sirius took two steps forward, took out a dagger from his arms and held it in his hand. He carefully placed the blade against the crack of the door, inserted it into the gap between the door and the wall, and slowly drew it from top to bottom... …When he pulled out the dagger, the metal blade at the front of the dagger had melted and disappeared.

Ginny couldn't help but exclaim in a small voice. It could melt metal silently, and the person holding the dagger didn't notice any movement. What kind of powerful and restrained magic is it?

Loren looked at the door with some surprise, trying to see clearly what was stored behind the door through another vision, but the material of the wooden door was very unusual, completely cutting off magic and light, and nothing could be seen.

"Let's abandon this room," Hermione said decisively.

Ron swallowed: "But what if it's this one?"

"No, the door to the Time Hall is not like this, and Harry can pass through that door smoothly in his dream." Hermione's expression was calm, and a burning mark was printed on the door.

The voices of several people discussing in low voices echoed in the circular room. Loren came back from his thoughts. He looked at the three marks on the wooden door. After pondering for a while, he suggested: "It takes too much time to search one door at a time." It’s time, let’s try in groups. One person will push the door, and the other will be on guard. Harry is responsible for identifying and finding the Time Hall as soon as possible.”

"..."

After a short and quick exchange, the group of people divided into four groups and each came to a wooden door.

Ginny and Harry stood behind Sirius, with two wands pointed at the door, ready to activate the spell to guard against any possible danger. However, when the space behind the wooden door was revealed in front of the three of them, they never expected it. You will see such a magical scene.

Inside the wooden door is a whole starry sky.

The space was pitch black, and there seemed to be no gravity. Pluto, which was slowly drifting by, was only the size of a head, and the dim satellites outside Jupiter looked like a few pebbles, like some kind of miniature version of the simulated starry sky, without floors and walls. There was no dome in sight, not even the shining sun…

At the same time, Loren and Hermione randomly picked an unmarked door, cautiously opened the wooden door, and walked into a dark and messy office.

An office that is small or even considered narrow. It can only accommodate a few people at the same time. It looks old. The stone walls are rough and slightly yellowed. The furnishings are very simple. There is only a table, a bookshelf and the surrounding stone walls. , the cramped space reveals an indescribable and strange atmosphere.

"It's weird..." Loren put his chin on his hand and looked around, thinking, "It doesn't look like a staff office. The space is so small, and it doesn't look like an official's office."

"Anyway, this is definitely not the Time Hall. Let's go out and open the other doors." Hermione said decisively. The biggest abnormality was that the room in the Department of Mysteries looked normal, but they were pressed for time and had no time to investigate.

"Found it! We found it!"

George and Fred's cheers suddenly came from next door.

The two closed the door and ran over. Loren knew at a glance why this place was called the Time Hall. The room was filled with all kinds of clocks, including round alarm clocks, square wall clocks, grandfather clocks and travel clocks. In the gaps between the bookshelves, or placed on tables as long as the room, the sound of fine clockwork kept ringing, and the continuous ticking sound was like some small creature walking.

The most eye-catching thing is the bell-shaped transparent crystal cover at the end of the room. The strange magic power is flowing and pulsating, and the light is as bright as a diamond.

"The prophecy hall is inside, this way!"

Hermione led a few people to walk in. When passing by the crystal cover, everyone's eyes were attracted by the strange scene in the cover.

The crystal cover is crystal clear, filled with a silver mist that is swirling up and down. Crystal golden particles are shining in the mist. A small, gem-like bright egg is floating in the air flow. A hummingbird keeps breaking out of the shell, and after aging, it returns to the eggshell to be nurtured until it hatches again.

Is this... the power of time?

Loren stared at the light mist and the hummingbird deeply, and hurriedly walked past the crystal cover beside Hermione. The scene of the hummingbird hatching and aging was deeply imprinted in his mind. He didn't know whether it was some kind of naturally existing sand of time or the alchemy work of ancient wizards, but one thing was certain-it contained extremely powerful magic.

Walked through the crystal cover and came to the only door at the back.

Harry took a deep breath and pushed open the wooden door: "This is it..."

This is a spacious room, like a storage room or a warehouse, with a high ceiling and low temperature. Tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, with a distinct damp and cold smell.

The dim blue candlesticks were embedded in the towering display shelves, located at the ends of each row of shelves. The light in the hall was very dim and blurry.

Squinting his eyes, he could see a number mark on the shelf closest to them, with the cursive number "53" written in blue-black ink, which meant that this was the 53rd row of display shelves.

The shelves were filled with gray crystal balls, and each crystal ball had a small yellow label under it. Some of the balls emitted a faint flowing halo, while others were blurry and dark, like broken light bulbs.

When everyone held their wands tightly and walked into the prophecy hall, the airflow from outside made the candlelight sway slightly, and the dim blue light and dark shadows swayed with it. In the cold and empty space, nothing could be heard, and the atmosphere became serious and tense.

Loren squinted his eyes and looked at the two rows of shelves next to him. He lowered his voice and said, "Go to the right. Our target is row 97."

The group moved forward cautiously, looking at the dim passage between the two rows of shelves.

Perhaps the scene in the dream shone into reality. Loren could hear Harry's breathing next to him begin to quicken, and the hearts of the Weasley children were beating fast and hard. They were all trying to hear every tiny movement in the room, but they could not hear anything.

Loren could even guess that their brains were making bad guesses one after another on their own, such as Mr. Weasley and Percy had been gagged or unconscious, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters were hiding in an aisle among these shelves, ready to cast the Unforgivable Curse at them at any time. What they least wanted to accept but kept lingering in their minds was... they might be dead.

Of course he didn't think so. He looked across the room. Several crystal balls nearby flashed soft light as they passed by. In the corners far away, the evil black magic mixed with scarlet blood was so strong that it was almost impossible to disperse.

Voldemort...

Loren frowned slightly and began to sort out the various doubts in the incident.

Voldemort's motives were very clear. Compared with occupying the Ministry of Magic, which was useless, he attached more importance to his fate with Harry. Seeing his traces in the Prophecy Hall also proved this. He painstakingly transferred other adult wizards of the Order of the Phoenix and then led Harry here through soul connection. All of this was for the prophecy ball.

Loren knew that the prophecy ball could only predict that the relevant people would touch it personally, but Voldemort was here now. Why didn't he take it down himself? Why did he go through so much trouble?

And get rid of his destined nemesis by the way?

In addition... what about the other Death Eaters?

Loren turned the wand with his thumb and index finger, combing the magic flowing in his body, while sensing the surrounding environment... The feeling of being able to use the Apparition at any time made people feel at ease.

Walking into the aisle of shelf 97, walking under the dim candlelight, until they reached the end of shelf 97, the room was still quiet, without any sound.

"It should be nearby..."

Harry's voice was a little hesitant. He squinted his eyes, trying to find some traces of fighting, but only saw a few crystal balls flashing soft light when they passed by. When his eyes swept over a crystal ball above his head, he was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong, did you find anything?"

Others followed his gaze and saw a gray crystal ball, covered with dust, as if no one had touched it for many years, and a faint light was revealed inside.

The key point is the yellowed label below, on which a date about sixteen years ago was written in long and thin handwriting, followed by two short lines of words:

"S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D:

The Dark Lord and Harry Potter"

Hermione spelled and arranged these letters in her mind, and it took almost no effort to interpret the result, and read it out softly: "Sybill Trelawney's prophecy to Albus... Dumbledore, about the Dark Lord and Harry Potter..."

Harry stared blankly.

"Sincere suggestion..." Loren glanced at the black magic that was getting closer and closer, holding the wand in his hand, "Since we can't find Mr. Weasley and Percy, we might as well leave now."

"Another sincere suggestion..."

Without waiting for the others to reply, a long-drawn voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the shelf, and Voldemort walked out silently: "Potter, stay where you are now, take down the prophecy ball, and give it to me."

Ginny gasped in horror.

Voldemort looked at them, his eyes flashing with a scarlet glow, sweeping over them one by one, perhaps sensing their fear, and grinning: "It's disappointing that you failed to fulfill our agreement, Potter, but I can reluctantly forgive you. If you take that thing down and give it to me, I might consider letting your friends go."

The voice was not harsh, and the tone was even gentle.

Everyone stared at him closely, with different expressions, thinking about how to deal with it.

Sirius silently protected the others behind him, and George and Fred moved their feet uneasily, one came to Ginny, and the other came to Ron, holding their wands tightly.

Loren's eyes flickered, and he looked around quietly, but he didn't find any trace of other wizards. He couldn't figure out why Voldemort didn't dare to approach the prophecy ball himself.

Harry's heart sank slowly. He tried to ignore the tension and fear in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Where are Mr. Weasley and Percy?"

"Who knows?" Voldemort said softly.

"Lie! You attacked them, you caught them, and they are here, I know!"

"Stupid Potter, don't you understand now, that's just a bait to get you out of your nest..."

Voldemort smiled sarcastically, and his wand was aimed at Ginny, emitting a faint light, "My patience is running out. If you don't want your friend to die in front of you, give me the prophecy ball immediately!"

Ron, George and Fred stood in front of Ginny at the same time, covering the Dark Lord's wand. Harry's heart shrank into a ball, silently holding the wand upright in front of his chest, and even Hermione was ready for battle.

"Wait, before we do anything, I have a question..."

Loren asked sincerely: "Why don't you come and get it yourself?"

Before Voldemort could answer, a sharp female voice suddenly rang out from behind Voldemort: "Because he is afraid of Dumbledore's wisdom!"

Accompanied by the explosion of compressed air, many dark figures suddenly appeared around, blocking all the routes of Voldemort. Those people were wearing the uniforms of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, with fear and excitement flashing in their eyes, and dozens of shining wands pointed to Voldemort's heart.