Chapter 1129 The Silent Man

"How's it going with you guys?" Bellatrix asked domineeringly, walking up to the five Death Eaters. Reading at midnight

"Very well, you can already enter the room where the prophecy ball is stored." A low voice said.

"This is really good. Rookwood just told me that there were a few magics that stopped us, and you have solved them now!" Bellatrix said appreciatively, "Dorphin, what you did this time not bad……"

"How did you do it?" Rookwood asked in surprise.

"It's just a small trick, as long as..."

Harry didn't care to listen to what they had to say, or how they had broken the Ministry's magic.

He now knew that the main reason he kept dreaming about this place was because Voldemort wanted him to come here to get the Prophecy Ball.

"Someone made the same prophecy for me and Voldemort? He asked me to fetch the prophecy ball for him? Why didn't he fetch it himself?" he continued, staring intently at Lucius Malfoy.

"He'll get it himself?" Bellatrix laughed maniacally at his words, and she turned her head and screamed, "People are completely ignoring the return of the Dark Lord, and he's going to walk into magic at a time like this." Ministry? Now that they're wasting time looking for those vampires and Dumbledore, the Dark Lord will expose himself to the Aurors?"

"I see, that's why he sent you guys to do this dirty work for him," said Harry, "like he wanted Sturgis to steal the orb."

"That's right, Potter, that's right!" Malfoy said slowly. "We were going to take the gentler approach and have you come here yourself to retrieve the Prophecy Ball and give it to us, but there's no time now..."

"You kidnapped me from the school, aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Harry asked.

"If Dumbledore was still around, we wouldn't dare to do this," Malfoy said triumphantly. "As for exposure, do you think anyone in the Ministry of Magic would be willing to believe what you say? Like you keep saying that the Dark Lord is back." Same thing."

As long as he hadn't seen Voldemort with his own eyes, no matter what Harry said, Fudge probably wouldn't believe it.

Even if a group of Death Eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night and moved under his nose, he would pretend not to see it.

"Go in, as long as you cooperate obediently, we may let you return to Hogwarts alive."

A few Death Eaters let out another rude laugh, and they walked down the corridor to the plain black door.

As in the dream, they were standing in a huge round room.

Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black.

Twelve identical black doors, without marks or handles, were embedded in the surrounding black walls at some distance from each other; some candles with blue flames hung on the walls, cold and flickering faintly. The candlelight reflected on the polished marble floor, making the floor look like a puddle of black water.

The last Death Eater closed the door, and without the narrow beam of light pouring in from the corridor behind him, the place became so dark that, for a moment, Harry could only see blue waves flickering on the walls. Candles and their terrible reflections on the floor.

With a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move sideways, and the circular wall spun.

"Which door should I go?" Bellatrix asked impatiently.

"I can't be sure. You have to try them one by one to know." Luke Wood said.

"Damn it, these doors keep turning around, like when you used to work here?"

"This is a protective measure. Each room corresponds to a different magic, and the deciphering is in the hands of different silent people. If someone breaks in and doesn't know the correct way to decipher it, the alarm will be triggered immediately." Luke Wood said , "These magics are very old, I know most of them, only a few have been replaced by them. Dolphin, are you sure you have cracked the magic there?"

"Of course, we went in and checked just now!" said the wizard named Dolphin, and he walked to Harry's side. Thousands."

"That's right, that's the room." Rookwood head said, "It's behind the Hall of Time."

"By the way, according to the information we stole from the Ministry of Magic, where is the prophecy ball?"

"Row 97, just let Potter go over and take it down."

"Then what are you waiting for!" Bellatrix said impatiently. "Twelve attempts at worst!"

"It doesn't need that much, there are three doors that have been locked for a long time." Luke Wood said, "corresponding to the preservation of ancient magic relics, powerful magic books and historically famous legendary magic items, all of them are needed Only the silent can open."

"If there is really any powerful magic item inside, why don't we grab it?"

"That's because no one knows who the thirteen silent men who keep the keys are, not even the Minister of Magic. If you want to investigate one by one, you need to fully master the Ministry of Magic to do it." Luke Wood said , "And most of the things inside have been damaged, and all the magic power has been lost, and there is only one name left, and it is useless to get it."

Rookwood chose a door, and Harry was pushed, and followed.

This room was much larger than the previous one, and it was also dimly lit.

It was square, with a sunken center, forming a gigantic stone pit, about twenty feet deep.

The stone steps circled the room like stone benches, descending step by step, each step steep, like a lecture theater, or the courtroom where Harry had been interrogated by the Wizengamot. The station is located on the top step.

But instead of a chair with chains in the center of the stone pit, a raised stone platform was replaced.

An arch stood above it, and it looked so old and dilapidated that Harry wondered how it was still standing there without falling over.

There was no support from any walls around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung on it, and although the air here was cold and there was no wind, it was swaying gently, as if it had just been touched. .

"Not here!"

"What's that door down there?" Harry couldn't help asking, staring at the gently swinging curtain.

The arch, despite its age, has a unique beauty.

The gently fluttering curtain aroused his interest, and he had a strong desire to climb the stone platform and pass through it.