Chapter 563： Department of Mysteries (modified, sincerely thank the leader for chasing the wind v8 ...

A blue band of light flashed in Harry's eyes, and there was nothing else to see. Harry was confused, "Which door should we enter?"

"It's the pre-over there ..." Neville's words were screamed back as soon as he exited. Ron's eyes glanced in one direction, where Neville had just looked, and he turned to ask Harry, "Harry, what kind of scene are you seeing in your dream?"

Harry swallowed. "In a dream, I got out of the elevator, passed the door at the end of the corridor, and entered a dark room-this one-and then I passed another door. And entered a room that looked like ... it seemed to glow. We should find some doors to try, "he said quickly," I will know when I get it right. Quick. "

He strode toward the door opposite him, the others followed closely. 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 at once.

After the darkness in the first room, they felt that the lights hanging from the ceiling with gold chains made the rectangular room look much brighter, but there was no twinkling, swaying light that Harry had seen in his dream. The room was empty and there were only a few tables. There was a huge glass water tank in the center enough for them to swim in. There was a dark green liquid in it. Many pearly white things floated lazily inside.

Neville leaned to the side of the water tank and looked in through the wall. Those things shone strangely, drifting in the depths of the green liquid, flickering and flickering, looking like sticky cauliflower.

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

"Can you eat it?" Neville asked.

Flegg kicked him in Neville's leg. "Fool, these things are brains. I've seen similar things in Germany. Don't touch them, otherwise they will use the tentacles of thought to entangle you and leave you spiritually. Scarred, I do n’t want to smear the fat on your body with Dr. Forgetting Forget. ”

"Got it." Neville shrugged his shoulders, muttering and moving away from Fleagle some distance.

"Let's leave 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 walked at the end. She gestured in the air with her wand. "Mark appeared!" A red X appeared on the door. The door closed with a click, and then there was another loud rumbling sound, and the wall began to rotate rapidly again. But this time, there was a large blur of golden red in the middle of a piece of blue. When everything is fixed, the fiery X is still burning, showing that they have tried the door.

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

This room is larger than the previous one. The light is dim, rectangular, and hollow in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by a tiered row of stone benches. They stand in the top row. The stone benches extend downward at a steep angle, much like a amphitheatre, and like Harry ’s trial in Wisengama. The courtroom at that time. But there is no chair with a chain in the center of the stone pit, only a tall stone platform is raised, and a stone arch is erected on it. It looks very old, dilapidated and decaying. There was no wall support around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung on it. Although there was no breeze in the cold air, the drapery was gently floating as if it had just been touched by someone.

Ronley quickly jumped to the next row of stone benches and came to the bottom of the stone in the deep pit. He walked slowly toward the high platform, his footsteps echoed loudly. Looking at the pointed arch from here, it looks much taller than when I looked down from above. The curtain was still swaying gently, as if someone had just crossed it. He had a very strange feeling, it seemed that something found his presence behind the arch, and was spying on himself.

"Someone whispered behind that." Harry came to Ron's side and said, clasping his brows, looking at the curtain that made him feel even fluttering softly, whispering, "Sirius?"

"It's not Sirius." Ron replied affirmatively, "Harry, even in the second Ministry of Magic, Damocles? Rolle took office in 1718 and reached an agreement with the Dementor to use Azkaban detention to punish prisoners. After that, the 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 murmured whispers seemed to be getting louder and louder. Others found that Harry did n’t hear Ron ’s explanation. Instead, he stepped on a platform and walked towards the arch, his eyes staring obsessively. Fluttering curtains.

Neville picked up Harry, and escorted them back to the lowest stone bench indiscriminately. The crowd climbed all the way to the door. Ron looked back at this place called the death hall, and looked around the environment. He nodded in satisfaction before taking his gaze back ~ www.novelhall.com ~ made a color to Ginny beside him, and the other party resolutely printed a burning X on the door and returned to the dark round room.

Ron narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry for a while, "This death hall should be the only place where wizards have a little understanding of the Division of Mystery-after all, it was once used as a death penalty room, although Hogwarts It does not teach its knowledge now. Little wizards or low-will wizards are susceptible to confusion from the other side of the curtain, and wizards who have never been exposed to death will be either extremely frightened or indifferent according to their own attitudes towards death. The person who has been close to death by himself—whether he himself or someone who has seen it before, may gaze motionlessly at the veil and be charmed by it. The wizard who has lost the loved one can hear the whisper of the deceased here. The illusion that you think you are thinking is standing on the other side. "

Tranced Harry recovered, with a little fear and confusion on his face, the room almost made him forget the purpose of coming here.

Ron calmly approached slowly and pressed Harry's shoulder with his left hand, then grabbed his neck, then looked down at Harry and heard the next words in Harry's doubts. "I just sensed that you think the curtain is" gentle "? Then this shows to you that death is not only terrible, but a comfort. You have just developed a strong desire to pass through the curtain, and I understand your commitment I have experienced multiple negatives, experienced too much pain, and eager to see my loved ones, but it also means that you are subconsciously tempted by death! "Ron slapped at his moment when Harry bowed his head due to his words. On the face, Harry felt like he was being beaten awake again, "Harry, this is not the reason why you can secretly escape death and escape responsibility by death."