Chapter 811

"Stand back!"

Hermione's quick retreat and warning made the others who were about to follow him stay where they were. Then, with a bang, Hermione quickly closed the door of the response room again.

When everyone avoided the wall and returned to the corner, the door frame began to fade away slowly. It must be back to the original ordinary brick wall as usual soon as possible.

But at a moment when the door leaf had not completely disappeared, only a light sound of "hiss" was heard, and a sharp blade flashing silver light suddenly penetrated the door panel.

So, while Hermione and others were in doubt, the deforming gate suddenly stopped at that moment.

"What... What?" the tall Neville shrunk his neck and asked timidly. "This... Harry, he... Is he okay?"

Before the others answered, the sharp blade was taken back.

Hermione's breathing became much heavier.

"I think we should strictly carry out every word of Marca..." she pursed. "He said that Harry must be left alone, and we shouldn't go in... We can't even open the door without authorization."

"Well... Now the key is that we should... Do something?" Ron said nervously. "I remember Marca saying that Harry himself was not in danger, but that other living creatures around him would..."

His words were an answer to Neville who didn't know why. But to be honest, they are not sure what to do now.

In these short seconds, everyone except Luna was thinking about a question again and again - why didn't the second sword stab out of the door start?

No way, because everyone can't imagine what will happen next.

But after a few seconds of silence, the door was suddenly opened from inside. In the focus of one line of sight, a head poked out.

What happened?

Just a little black short hair into the public's view, it attracted everyone to squeeze their imagination. It's a pity... Or "I'm glad" that at least they didn't see a pair of red pupils flashing blood.

"Eh? What's the matter..."

When Hareton leaned out of his upper body, he found that everyone's eyes fell on himself.

He looked at everyone, looked sideways at the hole in the door panel, and soon frowned.

"Oh... It seems that I failed again?" he muttered, "but will my behavior inside affect the door outside? Maka can guarantee that there will be no problem..."

Everyone was relieved to hear Harry talking to himself. Hermione thought for a moment, but took a few careful steps forward and came closer to Harry.

"I accidentally opened the door... Harry, you... Are you okay?"

Although Marca once said that Harry would not have an accident, how could Hermione not worry under such circumstances?

"Nothing's wrong with me," Harry said regretfully as he walked out. "I waved it again and again. Later, I finally felt its power... But I just seemed to have failed again."

As he spoke, he paused a little and looked down at his hand. There, Gryffindor's sword was wrapped in fine linen without direct contact with him.

"It's really an incredible power. Unfortunately, I only lasted for more than ten seconds... I don't remember the situation after that."

Seeing the long linen package, Hermione dared to walk safely to Harry's side and pick up the sword in each other's hand.

"It's a little late today, but don't worry, you will last longer tomorrow."

As she put the package upright into her schoolbag, she also comforted Harry, but a little worry soon appeared in her eyes.

"But to be honest, I'd rather you don't pick up this sword... Maybe we can try more combinations such as niwen, which may cost more time and energy, and the effect will also..."

"Hermione," Harry interrupted suddenly, "it's my choice - Marca is too hard alone, and we have to share as much as possible. Isn't that what you said? Don't worry, since Professor Dumbledore gave me the book, it means that the professor supports me to do so!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help looking back at the small flat hole in the door, which showed that the ideas in his heart were not as fearless as they appeared on the surface.

"Now I just want to know how I woke up just now?"

The guilt that was gouged out by a sword on Luna didn't completely disappear even after so long. The feeling of completely out of control, although there was no intuitive memory, made his regret more profound.

Fortunately, as the idea of protecting friends around him gradually became stronger, the guilt was somewhat relieved.

"We don't know..." Hermione turned and walked towards Luna and them. "At that time, I only heard you yell, and then I quickly closed the door, and soon the sword stabbed out of the door."

Harry saw her going that way and followed her.

"Oh, I think I have to talk to Makati. Even if I can't control the Gryffindor sword for too long, it will be a great harvest as long as I can figure out how to wake up."

When they both left the door of the room, the door continued to fade, and finally returned to the original wall safely.

It seems that the sword mark on the door won't make it lose its original magic effect.

But as Ron and Neville approached Harry and tried to ask more details, a familiar footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the corridor corner.

"Oh, it's filch."

After walking around Hogwarts too many times in the evening, they were used to filch's unique shuffling footsteps, so in the twinkling of an eye, Ron spread his hands helplessly.

Hermione glanced subconsciously out of the window hole and remembered something that had been temporarily ignored because of Harry's accident.

"Maybe Professor McGonagall sent him to us, but he didn't expect to come so soon... Marca must have told the professor that we were here before she left."

Sure enough, when filch appeared in a hurry in front of them, there was no unexpected expression on his face.

"You're here indeed -" he waved wildly. "Come with me. The headmaster wants you to go."

……

London, near a section of the Thames.

"Mr. McLean, the minister ordered us to meet you on the black market, but... What's the situation below and why are all the entrances closed?"

On the river bank, three teams of Aurors gathered together. Their leader is Kingsley, the newly appointed director of Auror's office and a member of the order of the Phoenix.

Only when he was outside, he and Maka would maintain a certain degree of distance and put the order of the Phoenix in their hearts for the time being.

"The situation is a little complicated," Maka said quickly. "It's urgent now. We'll talk about the details later... First you send a team to settle them. The other two teams come to get the door keys, and then go down to rescue more people -"

At this time, around him, in addition to Auror, there were some ordinary wizards, all of whom were acquaintances brought out of the black market by Maka.

He is not a saint. At this time, the most important thing is to ensure that the people he knows are free from danger.

For example, Kristen cook and Charles Brown, his predecessors when he was in the hutch patch Quidditch team, have been opening stores on the black market since graduation.

oh Now it seems that Christine has to be called "Mrs. Brown".

Not to mention these, next, more than 20 people rescued by Maka began to transfer to the Ministry of magic under Auror's instructions.

The other two teams of Aurors led by Kingsley stepped forward one by one and took some strange door keys from Maka's hands.

This is all done by Maka when looking for someone. The mantra is very simple for him... After all, these Aurors are the ones he wrote to slinger. Now naturally, he will want to make better use of them.

In fact, there are some loopholes in these preparations, but they are considered quite considerate. You know, less than 20 minutes have passed since he learned that the black market is about to be blocked internally.

However, will halbo give him too much time to transfer wizards in the black market?

The answer is obvious

"Mr. McLean, the door key doesn't work."

"So are we."

"Ah, it's the same here."

Seeing Maka's eagerness, these experienced Aurors understand that they should also speed up. So before Maka handed out the door keys, the people who received them in groups of four or five wanted to rush to the black market first.

But this time, they found that the door key had not been activated successfully.

Maka's face changed slightly when she heard the speech. After holding the door key in his hand and feeling it carefully, he immediately shook his head.

"The space on the other side seems to be completely isolated from the outside, you..." he looked at the remaining two teams of Aurors, frowned and said, "forget it, you go back to the Ministry of magic and mobilize more people to stand by there. I'll go back to Hogwarts first. Mr. schlinger should be there by now."

If the space on both sides is really isolated by Haier Bo in some way, Maka is not unable to enter.

However, he needs more time to straighten out his helpers, because it would be too inefficient to rely on himself.

Before the voice fell, Maka opened another door key and disappeared in the sight of Aurors.