Popular Web NovelsChapter 599 Shocking ChangeChapter 599 Surprise
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 to the right, where Harry was. He dozed off with his head hanging down.
In the field of vision that does not belong to the real world, a black mist emerged in the shape of lightning, and ominous magic escaped, invading Harry's brain and soul. His magic and emotions were acting strangely. Frequency fluctuations.
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, and a fine layer of moisture appeared on his forehead. He was sweating lightly, and the skin near his scar was slightly swollen and red, and his slightly blue arteries were overly congested and bulging. He was 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 slightly move.
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 the soul exerts its influence over him.
If it is in the form of a dream...
Loren frowned slightly thoughtfully. He stretched out his hand to lift his glasses slightly, and pushed away Harry's glasses with his other hand. The trembling of his eyelids and eyeballs temporarily stopped, and he observed the dilated pupils, reflecting the bright blue light and shadow.
"What's wrong with Harry?"
"He started having nightmares again!"
Other people 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: "Wait."
"What are you waiting for!" Sirius' tone was a little anxious, "Voldemort might It's in his head!"
"Can you wake him up this time and every time in the future?"
"What do you mean?"
"In this secret duel, maybe I can try to give him some direct help."
"..."
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..."
Loren bowed his head, took off his glasses, and opened his eyelids at the same time. A soft magic flowed into Harry's eyes, crystal blue light and shadow. It brightened his eyes, flickered a few times, and quietly spread toward his soul and brain.
The scene in front of him gradually blurred, the heavy breathing of the people around him gradually disappeared, the strong firelight in the fireplace sank into darkness, his heart slowly calmed down, and when the surroundings lit up again, a strange world appeared in front of him Spreading out in front of him, Loren quickly locked onto Harry, or Voldemort's figure...
Harry stood in a room with a high-hanging roof, where tall shelves and blue candles were neatly arranged. Fire floated in the aisles, and countless dusty crystal balls were displayed on the shelves. They were somewhat similar to Professor Trelawney's divination crystal balls, but more magical, reflected by the ledge candlesticks. , the surface of the crystal ball flashes with a faint light, faintly blue.
Harry looked at the two familiar faces not far away, looked 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 from his nostrils. He exhaled from inside, with unprecedented smoothness. 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-breaking" Gouge out——"
The movement suddenly became slow, and he found that the world in the 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 their own In front of his eyes, he seemed to be separated from himself 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 condensed into a line. Breathing is smooth because there is no nose, 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 slow, and he struggled to sort out everything he encountered in his dream.
One moment, he was waiting in front of the fireplace for news of the Aurors' attack on the Death Eaters. 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 situation, or in other words, he was controlling the entire dream...
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 looked at him with a bright but chilling smile:
"What a surprise to me, dear Harry, you actually woke up."
"Voldemort!"
< br>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 scene on purpose. Right?"
"You are 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 serious smile and almost gritted teeth. I can give you a chance. As long as you arrive in time, maybe I can leave them with 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 came home from shopping, she would be greeted by the corpses of her husband and son...
"I'm here. The Department of Mysteries is waiting for you."
As Voldemort turned into a black mist and disappeared into the dream world, Harry saw his original appearance clearly in the crystal ball mirror, dyed blue by the candlelight. , there is something indescribably weird.
Accompanied by the sound of countless crystal balls exploding, the entire world was cut by countless crystal shards, shattering like a mirror.
...
Removing the interference from Harry's dream and returning to the real world, Loren put the glasses on Harry's nose and slowly told what he had heard in the dream. information.
Except for Betty and Marjorie, who have no magic powers, 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 to quarrel... If Voldemort's words can be believed, he shouldn't be called the Dark Lord.
The most important thing is that Loren vaguely sensed something was wrong in his heart. There was no evidence and he relied 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...
Where are Dumbledore and Snape?
Are you drunk at the wedding banquet and still haven't sobered up?
"…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 the effect of my going is greater than yours."
"But..."
Sirius felt so aggrieved that he wanted to howl. He said loudly, 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 I 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 figure 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, making him 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 heard a few words vaguely, and some distant and familiar fragments awakened from the sea of memory, knocking Harry's head so hard that it felt like it was about to split. He endured the pain. , chest heaving, panting and grabbing Ron's sleeve: "Your 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 notify Dumbledore. Lido, let's go to the Ministry of Magic together."
The puppy's body was shining with silvery white light, but it was smaller than its normal size 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 a little anxious: "But..."
"Don't think about it, do you really think Voldemort will let Asia go? Arthur and Percy? "
"..."
Harry, who had just woken up from the 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 Destination, until I stepped out of the fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, I was still feeling dizzy.
Sirius, who was walking at the end, turned to face Betty with a soft expression. He stretched out his hand to smooth her frown and pretended to smile casually: "Don't worry, we will be back before lunch."
Feeling the temperature in his palm, Betty lowered her head and whispered softly: "I know, Marjorie is still waiting for you to take her to Diagon Alley to buy magic candies."
Sirius turned He looked at Marjorie standing behind and joked: "You must eat them all by then, don't waste them!"
Marjorie lowered her head and said nothing, and Betty couldn't help but blush.
...
Step out of the Ministry of Magic's traffic fireplace and walk through the spacious aisle. The magnificent golden statue stands in front of you. A stream of crystal clear water flows from the tip of the wizard's staff and from the centaur. On the arrow, it erupted from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the two ears of the house elf, and fell into the nearby pool with a crisp splashing sound.
The wizard who used to check the wand was nowhere to be seen, and there was an oppressive silence in the main hall.
"Go quickly."
Seven people were running in the corridor. Hermione came to the gate of the fence and pressed the button with the arrow pointing below. With a jingling sound, the golden elevator door opened and everyone rushed in. Hermione pressed the button. On the ninth floor where the Department of Mysteries is located, the elevator began to descend and the chain rattled.
Harry couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
Ginny sniffed and explained angrily: "Loren noticed that something is wrong with you. Enter your dream to check, and when you wake up, you tell us everything..."
Harry turned his head and looked at Loren, who was studying the elevator next to him. For some reason, the heart that had been holding on to him seemed to have disappeared. landing.
"The Department of Mysteries is here, please be careful when opening the door..."
The gate slid open slightly.
Loren observed the surrounding structures. The underground corridor was quiet. The torches on both sides of the wall were burning quietly. There was no sound around. Only the torch closest to them was brought in by the elevator opening. The opposing air currents swayed it from side to side.
The protective measures are looser than expected, and apparation can be used.
The corridor outside was quiet, and Harry was in a trance for a moment. Since the summer vacation, he had seen this corridor and the completely black door at the end of the corridor many times in his dreams.
"When I applied for a time converter, I came once with the principal, but I only entered the time hall."
Pushing open the door, Hermione took the lead and strode across the threshold, entering a spacious circular room.
The room was dark, 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 any trace of it. ripple.
(End of this chapter)
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