Popular Web NovelsChapter 600 The Mysterious RoomChapter 600 The Mysterious Room
The light of the torch in the corridor shot out a narrow light from behind. Hermione, who finally entered, closed the door behind her. The room suddenly became dark, with only the blue flames on the wall. Swaying slightly, it was reflected on the floor as smooth as a lake.
Everything here is black, including the floor and ceiling.
Loren looked around at the candlelight and the door, and looked at the room carefully. Twelve black doors were inlaid on the wall. They looked exactly the same from the outside. There was no house sign, so it was impossible to guess what was hidden behind the door. There is no handle, and it seems to refuse outsiders to open it.
The Department of Mysteries, the most secretive department of the Ministry of Magic.
Compared with the Legal Enforcement Department, International Affairs Cooperation Department, Accident and Disaster Management Department, Magical Creature Management Department, and even the Transportation Department and Sports Department that have long appeared in newspapers, the Department of Mysterious Affairs has never appeared in public reports, and various books and materials It is rarely mentioned in .
The wizards who work here are called silent people, and all tasks are top secret. No one ever knows what they are doing.
Some people speculate that they are analyzing ancient forbidden magic and studying the nature of magic. Others speculate that they specialize in handling unspeakable events for those in power and silencing opponents.
Boom...
With the sound of the boulder moving, the walls of the entire room rotated faster and faster. The phosphorus-like blue candle gradually blurred and dragged into a circle of light. Like neon tubes on a Muggle street.
Sirius was full of vigilance and scanned the surroundings vigilantly: "Be careful..."
"Don't be nervous, this is a normal protective measure of the Department of Mysteries."
Hermione explained in a low voice, as if Confirming her statement, the rotating wall stopped, and the blue candle flame calmed down, burning silently on the candlestick.
The strange silence created depression and filled the circular room. Ron couldn't help but whisper: "Did Voldemort and the Death Eaters really control the Ministry of Magic? I mean, it doesn't look like there are people here at all. ...Not only are there no Death Eaters, there are no Ministry of Magic staff, nothing..."
"Harry, how did you find my father, how did you find Voldemort?" Ron asked.
George and Fred looked at him eagerly, and even Ginny's face was full of anxiety.
"I remember..."
The blue firelight reflected in Harry's eyes, and he said in a daze: "I walked out of the elevator, opened the door at the end of the corridor, and entered a black room. , this is it...so far, all the scenes are exactly the same as in my dream."
"Go through a door and enter a room that looks like...it seems to be glowing, and walk through it. At the back of that room is a room full of display shelves, with countless crystal balls placed on the shelves..."
Harry looked at the doors opposite, trying to remember which one to turn from. Fan to enter.
Loren turned to look at Hermione beside him.
"The Hall of Prophecy, that is the Hall of Prophecy." Hermione said thoughtfully, "Dumbledore and Professor Moody once took me here. To reach the Hall of Prophecy, we need to pass through the Hall of Time. We need to go through the Hall of Time at twelve I found the door leading to the Time Hall...I don't know how Dumbledore distinguished it. He could only try one door at a time."
One adult wizard, seven little wizards, a few minutes. She was still staying in a safe house protected by the Fidelity Charm, but in a blink of an eye, she came to the Department of Mysteries, with the purpose of rescuing two Ministry of Magic employees from the Death Eaters and Voldemort. For some reason, Hermione couldn't help but feel nervous.
It is as if behind everything, there are a few invisible hands pushing forward, making things develop according to some preset plan.
Hermione felt that she must have been influenced by Loren, and she felt nothing when she was about to face Voldemort.
"The glowing room..."
Loren listened carefully to Hermione's words, and came to the wall at the edge of the room to check carefully. He held the wand in his right hand and pressed the door with his left hand and slowly pushed it open to confirm that there was no ambush. , put away her wand and walked into the first door that opened.
The others followed closely behind, Sirius remained vigilant, looking back from time to time to see if there was any noise in the surrounding rooms.
There are several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The room is spacious and bright. In the center is a glass water tank filled with dark green liquid, almost the size of a swimming pool, with a faint pearly white light floating in it.
"What are these?"
"Is it a fish?"
"Can't see clearly."
Loren didn't pay attention to the conversation between Harry and the others. He was squinting to observe the things floating and shaking in the water tank.
The dim and thick dark green liquid filled the entire water tank. It was not an enrichment of the water that caused the flooding of algae plants, but more like a magical potion. The vibrant liquid supported the floating creatures inside, and many of them White blobs floated around inside, shimmering eerily, appearing and disappearing, looking like slimy cauliflower. Hermione leaned closer to the wall of the glass box, and her body suddenly froze.
Through the water tank, she suddenly saw clearly that there were ravines of different shapes and depths on the surface of the white mass. She had seen things of that shape in Loren's anatomy book.
Hermione's pupils trembled slightly as she looked at the white masses floating in the dark green liquid.
"They are some brain specimens..." Loren gently pressed her shoulders, observed the floating brains inside, and calmly analyzed, "The surface color is white and green, which is caused by insufficient oxygen supply. The hemoglobin has lost color and the brain tissue has softened and shrunk, proving that it has undergone a certain degree of autolysis. It seems that it was taken from a recently deceased corpse and placed in a drug to maintain its activity."
" I don't know if it was collected by the Ministry of Magic or confiscated from the hands of dark wizards..." Loren frowned slightly and guessed thoughtfully: "It seems that someone is studying the brains of wizards."
< br>These brains had basically no external damage and were removed cleanly. The complete ravines and slender blood vessels attached to the surface proved that the removers were skilled in skills.
It shouldn't be a Muggle brain. Muggle brains are not worthy of such painstaking preservation.
He suspected that someone was observing the wizard's brain, conducting research on the source of magic power, or researching wisdom, but there seemed to be no results so far.
After Loren's explanation, the weird feeling in Harry and others' hearts weakened a bit, but they still felt uncomfortable staying in this room: "Let's get out of here, this room is wrong, we need to go again Find a door to try."
So they hurried back to the dark circular room, and Hermione marked the door with her wand to prove that the door had been checked.
Loren was still thinking about the brains in the water tanks just now. At the same time, he kept walking and came to another door. Holding the wand in one hand, he slowly pushed forward with the other hand and opened a closed black wooden door again. .
The room was arranged like an amphitheater, with rows of stepped stone benches on the outer circle, and a stone pit about twenty feet in the center. In the center of the stone pit stood a stone arch with a tattered The black curtain... or drapery.
There was no wind in the room, but the curtains were fluttering gently, and the aura of ancient decay seeped from the curtains.
Harry and the others next to him already knew that this was not the room they were looking for, but they still walked into the stone pit and approached the arch curtain.
"Did you hear anyone talking?"
Harry asked very abruptly. He was very close to the curtain and his expression was very strange.
Several people watched him walk sideways around the arch, but there was nothing behind him. He could only look at the tattered black curtain on the other side.
"No one is talking, Harry!" Sirius looked at him with a serious expression and frowned, looking very nervous, "Let's go, this is not the right place, Harry, let's go."
Harry turned his head and glanced at the curtain. This shabby curtain had an indescribable beauty that made people want to pass through the curtain and enter the archway behind it.
"No one said anything, Harry!" Sirius grabbed him and pulled him towards the door.
"Death Curtain..."
Loren muttered in a low voice. His perception filtered into the arch through the curtains, but he did not detect anything ominous. Only the gentle breeze blew, like the autumn wind blowing outside the window at dawn, very calm.
His mind sank into the curtain, and the calm and warm autumn wind suddenly accelerated, as if passing through the forbidden forest covered with dead leaves, some rustling sounds came into his ears, and gradually became clear, that was Some familiar voices whispered.
However, when he listened carefully, the sounds became distant and distant, and nothing could be heard clearly.
Loren withdrew his eyes and relaxed his mind. The rustling whispers in his ears gradually faded away, and the worn curtains were still fluttering gently, like a warm breeze.
The Death Curtain seems to have the same characteristics as the Thestral. Only those who have witnessed death can feel the whisper from the world of death.
He once again thought of the story of the God of Death and the three brothers. The second brother of the three brothers asked the God of Death for a resurrection stone to summon his dead wife back to him, but he failed to usher in the happy reunion of the couple.
There is always a layer of curtain between the two. The love is close at hand, but difficult to touch and communicate. In the end, the second child could not bear the torture of longing and chose to take the initiative to die to meet his wife.
Harry's state of being tempted is somewhat similar to the story of the Resurrection Stone...
(End of this chapter)
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