The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 538: trap

Harry is in a strange state now.

Although the Roman numeral Ⅶ arranged by the ‘brains in the tank’ only existed for a moment, it seemed to be imprinted on his retina at this moment and could not be removed.

This picture made him look at the seventh black door involuntarily.

‘Are those brains showing me the way? ’

Once this thought appeared, Harry could no longer suppress himself.

He stepped forward slowly and pushed open the black door.

"Harry! Why did you open a new door?"

Hermione shouted anxiously.

According to her idea, the best thing to do now is to verify Aberforth's statement.

If the mechanism here is really space magic, and the room behind the door will change every time the wall is rotated, then you should also keep trying against a door until you have tried all the possibilities.

This is the most effective method of exclusion testing.

But now, Harry opened another door.

This can be said to have nearly doubled their next workload!

"Okay, Hermione, don't be so angry." George and Fred persuaded me at a glance, "The door is already open anyway, so let's go and see."

Hermione was still bulging, obviously not being persuaded by George and Fred.

What they didn't notice was that Harry's body was shaking slightly not far away.

The picture that appeared in front of him at this moment was beyond his imagination.

This is not to say how terrifying and weird this scene is, but that this scene is really too ordinary!

Behind the seventh black door was a small hotel.

Those old walls, doors with room numbers, small wooden counters...

All of this explained to Harry that this was an ordinary to extreme hostel.

Perhaps this is still a seaside lodge, because Harry vaguely heard the sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping.

This seems to be nothing at first glance.

But the emergence of such a common thing in such a place like the Department of Mystery Affairs is the biggest weirdness in itself!

On the other side, George and Fred finally persuaded Hermione.

The two of them walked slowly to Harry's side and said:

"Hey! Harry, what are you doing in a daze? Why aren't you hurrying... Wow!"

George and Fred Qiqi let out a cry of exclamation.

Obviously, he was surprised by the scene behind the door.

It was just completely different from Harry's reaction, and there was a flash of excitement in their eyes.

"A seaside holiday lodge? George, am I dazzled?"

"Of course you didn't, Fred, because I saw it too!"

George and Fred, you said one word at a glance at me, and then pushed Harry towards the door.

Harry was taken aback by this action, but before he could stop them, they all walked into the hostel together.

"Crunchy..."

The wooden floor of the hostel was stepped on by a few people, and there were old and old screams, which seemed to herald the ending of Harry and his party.

It's a pity that Harry and the others are all focused on other places.

George and Fred rushed to the counter in the center of the hostel almost immediately.

Harry stood there, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

On it, there was a large area of dim sunlight that would only appear at dusk.

They form a regular square on the wall according to the shape of the window frame. At first glance, it looks like a strange face made up of squares.

The sound of the seagull sounded again.

Harry instinctively turned his head and looked out the window.

He was mentally prepared to see the beach and the waves, and even the setting sun.

However, what caught his eyes were only two windows that were completely filled with yellow light.

It's as if someone took a huge light board and blocked it directly on the window.

But the strange thing was that the light from those ‘light boards’ was not dazzling, and Harry didn’t feel any discomfort looking directly at it.

Looking up again along the window, an old-fashioned wooden wall clock hung on it.

It was in the Dursley family where Harry used to live.

The small wooden door above it will automatically open every noon, and then a spring bird pops out of it, calling for the time.

Harry used to hate such wall clocks.

Because often when it screams, it means that he needs to prepare lunch for the Dursley family with tea and water!

And now, Harry's aversion to such wall clocks deepened a bit.

Because the time shown above at this moment is six o'clock in the afternoon.

This perfectly fits the time of the twilight scene in the seaside lodge right now.

But it didn't match the time of Harry and others.

Harry remembered clearly that when they arrived at the phone booth, the surrounding street lights were all on.

And the automatic lighting time of the street lights in London is seven o'clock in the afternoon!

Harry took a deep breath, a little disturbed.

As a pure Muggle wizard who had attended elementary school for five years, he still knew about jet lag.

It was precisely because of this that he seriously suspected that he and others might have been teleported to another piece of land thousands of miles away by that black door.

However, this still doesn't make sense.

Because you can't see the outside scene from those windows alone.

It is as if the space they are currently in is an independent individual that has been cut from the real world and sealed up!

"Hey! Harry, come and see what we found?"

Ron's slightly excited voice awakened Harry from his contemplation.

He turned his head suddenly and found that Aberforth and others had all entered the hostel at the moment, and they were surrounding the empty counter.

And in the middle of them, there is a sling with a piece of plastic hanging from the end.

No, to be precise, this should be a light cord.

Harry was so familiar with it.

In the closet where he used to live, there was such a light cord connected to the light bulb.

But the problem is that there are no light bulbs in this entire hostel!

So what is this light rope used to turn on?

While Harry was thinking, George's hand was already touching the rope.

"do not want!"

Harry yelled immediately.

However, it was too late.

With the rope being pulled, the whole hostel instantly became dark with a click.

The twilight light and shadow on the wall, the bright ‘light board’ outside the window, all luminous objects were extinguished.

Everyone present was taken aback.

Fortunately, Guangming soon returned again.

Because George was frightened, he quickly pulled the lamp rope.

"Merlin's beard! What just happened?"

Ron shouted loudly, the wand in his hand trembling slightly, as if he was infected by the fear of his owner.

"So, what is controlled by the light rope is actually all the light here?" Fred rubbed his chin, "but that's not reasonable, the light coming in from the outside is obviously the sun, unless..."

George immediately said, "Unless we are actually locked in a small box with a big light bulb facing us outside!"

As soon as this remark came out, Ron trembled even more.

Hermione scolded:

"Stop talking nonsense! How is this possible?"

"How can it be impossible? This is the Department of Mysteries, everything can happen!" George said with excitement, shaking his head, "Otherwise, how would you explain this?"

While speaking, George pulled the light cord again.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed again.

However, what changes along with the light this time is the entire surrounding environment.

The originally warm beachside hostel disappeared without a trace in an instant. Instead, it was a spacious and huge room full of tall shelves!

On those shelves are many small, gray glass balls.

In the light of the wall-mounted candlestick, the glass **** shone dimly.

The changes before him finally made George and Fred no longer joking.

They and Aberforth leaned back to form a circle, protecting the three of Harry in the circle, while they held a wand and looked around vigilantly.

Harry was also a little dazed.

He looked at the surrounding scenes, feeling that his heart was beating fast and fiercely, and even felt that his speech would be affected.

But he insisted on saying in a hoarse voice:

"That's it! We are here!"

"What?" Hermione said in a low voice, "but it doesn't look like it's been a battle! There is no sign of Dumbledore and the others!"

Ron twisted his head back and forth, looking around from the gap in the wall of Aberforth, George and Fred:

"Maybe what Link said before was right, you just had a nightmare, none of this is true."

"We don't think so!" said George and Fred. "Link once mentioned to us that he said Harry's brain was invaded by Voldemort somehow. What if Dumbledore had never been here? Then I think...

This is probably a trap under Voldemort's cloth! "

As soon as these words were said, the faces of Harry's trio instantly turned pale.

"Wait! What are you talking about?!"

Aberforth said angrily, "You mean it's a trap at all? Damn it, I came here with you!"

Harry shrank his neck when he heard the words, and he didn't know how to explain the situation.

Hermione helped Harry retort:

"It's not Harry's fault! He was just too worried about Dumbledore!"

Aberforth said fiercely:

"At least there is no obvious danger here yet, and Dumbledore and the others are not there either. In that case, we should leave here immediately!"

While speaking, Aberforth reached out to a narrow door on the other side of the room.

"You mean you want us to go there?"

Ron said in disbelief, "God knows what weird room will be inside? Maybe there will be monsters!"

"That's better than staying here now!"

After Aberforth said, he dragged Harry and the others to think about the narrow door.

George and Fred looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

Their thinking is similar to that of Aberforth.

Since no trace of Mr. Weasley was found here, the first thing they had to do was to leave here and confirm Mr. Weasley's safety.

In fact, they should have done this a long time ago.

It's a pity that they were dazzled by successive changes.

A group of people walked quickly across the room, but something strange happened again.

With those tall shelves passing row after row on either side of them, the narrow door seemed to retreat automatically, keeping a fixed distance from them all the time.

Upon seeing this, Aberforth stopped first and said:

"Space prohibition! We are trapped! Don't try to get closer, and look for something like a light rope. Since we got here through that thing, it can also take us away!"

Hearing this, Harry nodded immediately and began to scatter around looking for them.

This must be hard work.

Although there are a lot of wall-mounted candlesticks in this room, the area here is really too big.

The cold light bursting out of those dark blue flames simply couldn't provide enough light.

In addition, there are all kinds of big shelves piled up here.

Looking for a light rope in such a messy and dim environment is simply looking for a needle in a haystack.

But now, this has become a task that Harry and the others must complete!

A few of them quickly searched the surrounding shelves, but there was nothing on the shelves except the glass **** of various sizes.

This made Harry's heart become more and more impatient.

This feeling is as if there is some danger quickly approaching him!

"Harry! Come here!" Ron suddenly yelled. "On this...is your name on this?"

"Ok?"

Harry replied sullenly, and immediately after he reacted, he rushed to Ron.

Ron was holding a glass ball the size of a baby's fist. From Harry's perspective, he could clearly see a certain cotton-like light rippling in the glass ball, as well as a piece of light surrounding the surface of the glass ball. Thin line.

There is also a yellowed label tied to the end of this thin thread, on which a date about sixteen years ago is written in thin handwriting, and then:

The Dark Lord X Harry Potter

"What is this?" Ron said timidly, "Why is your name on this?"

Harry shook his head slightly.

He dare to swear that he has never seen anything like this before.

However, the moment he saw the glass ball, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing heart.

An inexplicable voice was whispering in his ear.

That is a language that is completely unfamiliar to him.

But somehow, Harry clearly understood the meaning of the voice-picking up the crystal ball!

At this time, Aberforth, Hermione and others not far away also discovered the anomaly on Harry and Ron.

When Aberforth saw the crystal ball in Ron's hand, his eyes, which were originally buried deep in a stray hair, suddenly widened.

He shouted sharply as if thinking of something:

"Harry! Don't touch that crystal ball!"

Harry heard Aberforth's voice clearly.

Although the voice sounded very far away from him now ~www.readwn.com~, he did hear it.

It was precisely because of this harsh shout that a vigilance arose in Harry's heart.

However, this is of no use.

The weird sound that continued to whisper in his ears was like a basin of ice water, poured directly on the fire of vigilance in his heart, and easily extinguished it.

Harry's eyes gradually diverged, and his expression became dull.

He took the crystal ball from Ron, who was looking in the direction of Aberforth in a daze, and carefully held it in his palm.

The next moment, the weird whispering voice disappeared.

Harry also regained consciousness.

He frowned, staring at the crystal ball in his hand somewhat confused.

At the same time, Aberforth finally rushed to Harry's side, staring at the crystal ball, the muscles of his entire face shaking unconsciously.

"It's over!" he whispered, "It's all over!"

Harry looked at him puzzledly:

"What's over? Obviously..."

Harry hadn't finished speaking, and a long voice behind them spoke:

"Very well, Potter. Turn around now, turn around slowly, and give it to me."

The voice Harry was so familiar.