Hogwarts Everything is Three

There were blue bands of light flashing in Harry's eyes, but he couldn't see anything else. Harry was a little confused, "Which door should we enter?"

"That's the premonition..." Ginny glared back as soon as Neville's words were spoken. Ron glanced in one direction, exactly where Neville had just looked, and he turned his head and asked Harry, "Harry, what did you see in your dream?"

Harry swallowed. "In my dream, I got out of the elevator, passed through the door at the end of the corridor, and entered a dark room—this is the one—and I went through another door. , Entered a room that looks like...like a light. We should try some doors," he said quickly, "I will know if I find the right one. Quickly."

He strode towards the door opposite him, and the others followed closely behind. He put his left hand on the cold and shiny door, raised his wand, prepared to attack as soon as the door opened, and then pushed hard.

The door opened instantly.

After passing through the darkness of the first room, they felt that the few lights hanging from the ceiling with gold chains made the rectangular room look much brighter, but there was no flickering and flickering lights that Harry had seen in his dreams. The room was empty, with only a few tables. There was a huge glass water tank in the center that was enough for them to swim in. It was filled with dark green liquid, and many pearly white things drifted about lazily.

Neville got to the side of the water tank and looked through the wall of the tank. Those things were shining strangely, floating in the depths of the green liquid, appearing and disappearing, looking like sticky cauliflower.

Harry wiped his glasses and asked uncertainly, "Are these a kind of fish?"

"Can you eat it?" Neville asked.

Freig kicked Neville’s leg, "Idiot, these things are brains, I have seen similar things in Germany, don’t touch them, otherwise they will entangle you with the tentacles of your mind and leave your spirit behind. Scarred, I don’t want to put Dr. Bad’s Forgotten Ointment on the fat on your body."

"Got it." Neville shrugged, muttered and moved a little away from Freig.

"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This is not right. We need to find another door to try."

When they returned to the dark round room again. Ginny was at the end. She gestured in the air with her magic wand, "The mark appears!" A flaming X appeared on the door. The door closed with a click, and then there was another loud rumbling, and the wall began to rotate rapidly. But this time, there was still a big vague golden red in the middle of the blue. When everything was fixed, the flaming X was still burning, indicating that they had tried the door.

Harry hurriedly walked to the opposite door, and the others followed, still holding his wand and pushing the door open.

This room was bigger than the one just now, dimly lit, rectangular in shape, with a hollow in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by stepped rows of stone benches. They are standing on the top row. The stone benches extend downwards at a very steep angle, much like a circular theater, and like Harry accepting Wizengamore’s trial. The courtroom at that time. However, there is no chair with chains in the center of the stone pit, only a tall stone platform with a stone arch erected above it, which looks very old, dilapidated, and decayed. There is no wall support around the arch, and there is a tattered black curtain or curtain hung on it. Although there is no breeze in the cold air, the curtain is fluttering gently, as if someone had just touched it.

Ronli landed and jumped quickly on a row of stone benches to the bottom of the pit. He walked slowly towards the high platform, and his footsteps echoed loudly. Looking at the pointed arch from here, it looks much higher than when I looked down from above. The curtain was still swaying slightly, and it seemed that someone had just passed through it. He had a very strange feeling. It seemed that something had found himself behind the arch and was spying on his group.

"Someone is whispering from behind." Harry came to Ron's side and said, frowning and looking at the curtains that made him feel soft and floating, and whispered, "Sirius?"

"Not Sirius." Ron replied affirmatively, "Harry, even if Damocles, the second Minister of Magic, took office in 1718. Roll reached an agreement with the Dementors to use Azkaban to imprison and punish prisoners. Later, this curtain was once used as a death penalty chamber. If you pass through the curtain, you will die, and no one can come back alive."

The murmur seemed to be getting louder and louder. Others discovered that Harry did not hear Ron’s explanation, but stepped onto the platform and walked towards the arch, his eyes staring obsessively. Fluttering curtains.

Neville picked Harry up and unconsciously escorted them back to the stone bench at the bottom. Everyone climbed all the way up to the door. Ron looked back at the place called the Hall of Death and looked around the environment. He nodded with satisfaction before returning his gaze~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to make a color to Ginny beside him, who decisively printed a burning X on the door and returned to the dark round room.

Ron squinted his eyes and stared at Harry for a while. "This death hall should be the only place where wizards have a little knowledge of the Department of Mysteries-after all, it was once used as a death penalty room, although Hogwarts It is not taught about it now. Little wizards or low-willed wizards are susceptible to confusion from beyond the veil. Wizards who have never been in contact with death will be based on their own attitude towards death-either extremely fearful or indifferent. A person who has been close to death—whether he or he has seen it, may stare motionlessly at the drapery and be fascinated by it. The wizard who has lost his loved one can hear the whispers of the dead here, and the drapery will let you I have the illusion that the deceased you miss is on the other end."

The dazed Harry came back to his senses, with a bit of fear and confusion on his face, the room almost made him forget the purpose of coming here.

Ron calmly stepped closer and pressed his left hand on Harry’s shoulder, then grabbed his neck, then lowered his head and looked at Harry. He heard the next words in Harry’s doubts. "I just sensed that you feel that the drapery is "gentle"? So this shows that for you, death is not only not terrible, but a comfort. You have just had a strong desire to pass through the drapery, and I understand your commitment Having experienced multiple negatives, experiencing too much pain, and eager to see your loved ones, it also means that you have been subconsciously tempted by death!" Ron slapped Harry with a palm at the moment Harry bowed his head due to words. On the face, Harry felt that he was being beaten up a little more sober, "Harry, this is not the reason you can secretly escape reality and avoid responsibility by death."