Chapter 923

"I said, what's in the mystery department, sir?" Said Harry.

"Why," snape said slowly, "do you want to ask this?"

"Because," said Harry, taking a step forward and looking closely at Snape's face, "that corridor, which I just saw - I've been dreaming about for months - I know it - and it leads me to the mystery department. And I think Voldemort wants to start from - "

" I've told you not to say the name of the dark Duke! "

They looked at each other. Harry's scar hurt again, but he didn't mind. Snape looked excited; but when he spoke again, his tone was cold and indifferent. "There are a lot of things in the mystery department, Porter, a few that you may know, but nothing will involve you. Don't I know? "

"Yes," said Harry, still rubbing his scar, more and more painful.

"I hope you'll be back here at the same time on Tuesday, and we'll continue to study." "Oh," said Harry. He rushed out of Snape's office desperate to find van Lin and Hermione.

"You need to clear your mood, empty him, make him blank and calm before you go to bed every day, do you know?"

"Yes," said Harry, hardly listening.

"And I warn you, Potter. I already know if you don't practice -- "

" OK, "Harry muttered to himself. He grabbed his schoolbag, put it on his shoulder, and rushed to the office door. When he opened it, he took a look at Snape, who was carefully putting his thoughts into his meditation basin with his wand.

Harry left without saying a word and closed the door carefully behind him. His scar was still burning. Harry found van Lin and Hermione in the library. They were doing a lot of homework recently assigned by Umbridge.

This is almost the most homework van Lin has done in 15 years. Most importantly, it is useless, but they have to waste part of their time on it. Van Lin has been thinking about whether to find Rita to get a recording pen, so that he can be liberated from heavy homework, and it is better to give Hermione one one.

And other students are doing the same job, the worst defense against the dark arts assignment in 15 years.

Sitting in the light, nose close to the book, quill writing excitedly, the sky outside the window slowly darkened. There was only the sound of Mrs. pince's shoes as she inspected the aisle, her neck lowered to breathe, and she stroked a beloved book.

It made Harry feel terrible; his scar still hurt and he felt like he was going crazy. As he sat opposite van Lin and Hermione, he saw his shadow in the opposite window; he was so pale that his scars looked clearer than usual.

"How did it go?" Hermione whispered, then looked at Harry with concern. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"Yes, well, I don't know," said Harry impatiently, convulsed by the painful scar. "Listen, I understand something."

So he told them what he had seen and inferred.

"So, are you saying," whispered Fanling, after Mrs. pince's passing, "that weapon - the thing after the mysterious man - is in the Ministry of magic?"

"In the mystery department, it must be," Harry whispered. "When Ron's father took me to the courtroom, I saw the door, and I'm sure Mrs. Weasley was there when she was attacked."

Hermione let out a long, slow sigh. "Of course," she took a breath.

"Of course what?" Said Harry, a little impatient.

"Harry, think about it carefully. Someone tried to pass through a door in the Ministry of magic. It must be the same door. There are too many coincidences in it."

The two men looked at Van Lin.

"So you should learn to judge." Van Lin said helplessly, "this should be what Voldemort wanted, and more about you, I don't know. They avoided me, just to prevent such a situation."

"So, what is the secret department used to store?"

"I know they call the people who work in it 'unspeakable'," said Fanlin, frowning. "Because it seems that no one really knows what they are doing - but, what can be known, all the unexplained things can be found there. For example, the time converter, I guess, should be hidden in the original appearance. Otherwise, do you think that at the current level of the Ministry of magic, you can master the means of time conversion? It's hard to trace the source. "

"So Voldemort's target..." Said Hermione.

"No, not yet." "Harry, if you find anything, you have to tell me, but before you do, you have to learn to judge whether it's true or not, which is something I've always worried about."

"What are you worried about?"

"You can see what Voldemort sees, and naturally, he can show you something he wants you to see You know what I mean... ""Yes, but we're not talking about the mystery Department..."

"There may be top secrets from the Ministry of magic, I think. Harry, are you sure you're perfectly normal? I mean, the secrets of the Ministry of magic can't be revealed to the public. It's useless for us to guess here. So, are you sure... "

Because Harry's hands were over his forehead, and it looked very hot there.

"Yes, all right." He said, putting down his shaking hand.

"I have a feeling that I really don't like cerebral closure."

"I think that if someone's mind is invaded again and again, he will feel a little uneasy," said Hermione pitifully. "You should have a good study with van Lin at that time..."

"I learned it, but it didn't work..." Harry shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Hermione looked at Van Lin, and when she got a positive answer, she put on a look of pity.

"Well, let's not talk about the Ministry of magic or anything. Let's go back to the common room. We'll be more comfortable there."

"And, of course, there's a piece of bad news for you." "If you don't want Umbridge to get into trouble, you'd better get rid of it, or you'll miss Professor Snape's private tutoring course. It's not a wise choice. You'll face two people at the same time."

At the thought of Snape's cold face and Umbridge's fake smile, Fanlin felt sad for Harry. At the same time, he was lucky to have Harry attract attention, so it was very good for him to paddle quietly.

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