Chapter 327：

John looked at him, with a smile on his face, and chuckled: "You can rest assured about this."

Tofty was about to come over and take away the parchment. His steps were heavy, but he stopped in an instant.

There was horror on that unhappy face.

"I think the professor may have to send him there." Black blood vessels crawled up John's face, and black blood oozed from his eyes.

It’s like a scene from a horror movie.

He smiled and said, "If you hurry up."

Black blood spat out from his mouth, without a trace of red.

"Take him to the school hospital quickly!"

Tofty screamed in terror, "Hang on, kid."

The ink on Daphne's pen tip fell on the parchment, and she had no intention of reacting.

Malfoy stared blankly over there, his mind seemed to have shut down.

The auditorium was as quiet as death, with only the footsteps of Tofty and several examiners running out in panic.

"Sit down and continue taking the exam!" After all, March's class has a lot of experience, so she asked other students to continue taking the exam.

But after this moment, most of them were absent-minded.

Daphne tried to pick up the fallen quill several times, but she failed several times.

A feeling of panic took over her whole body.

The sound of the table falling came from Malfoy.

He didn't even care about the exam and ran out after those people.

Not only him, almost all the Slytherin students got up.

"sit down!"

Daphne knew that it was time for her to abide by her agreement.

With a loud shout, the Slytherin students stopped.

Daphne forced herself to calm down, "Continue with the exam. John will be fine. This matter is nothing to him."

All the deeds of John flashed through the minds of the Slytherin students, and they sat down.

Only Malfoy, he couldn't listen to other people's words at all.

Marchban waved his magic wand and collected the two test papers.

When she saw John's picture, she couldn't help feeling that it looked like a piece of art.

The one about Malfoy was only half written.

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Harry's mind was very confused. He was originally thinking about the answer to question ten.

He recalled that the first federation meeting had been held in France.

Just as he was thinking of this, he heard John's application to go to the campus hospital.

After that, the face covered with black veins and the black blood made it impossible for him to calm down.

He wanted to say, that was John Wick, how could something happen?

But, that scene kept replaying in my mind like a movie.

Even for an ordinary student, even if something happens to Malfoy, people will keep thinking about it.

Harry forced his mind to concentrate on answering the question, and the rustling sounded in the auditorium again.

The hourglass continued to trickle down, and Harry counted the hours.

Gradually, the hourglass changes.

The falling fools paved a dark, cool corridor.

It’s the Department of Mysteries!

Harry found himself walking inside, his steps firm and decisive.

He seems to be in a good mood and occasionally takes a few steps.

The black door opened like it had done several times before, and he stood in a circular room with many doors.

He walked straight across the stone floor without hesitation.

He passed through the second door.

Patches of light, just like the reflection of the Pensieve in Snape's office.

There was a strange beeping sound, but he didn't pay attention.

Time must be seized.

Go through the third door and go through.

The room full of shelves and **** looked like a cathedral just like the last time I entered it.

He walked among the shelves until he reached the ninety-seventh row of shelves.

Turn left.

He continued to go deeper.

There was an animal-like thing squirming there at the end of the aisle.

The dark room makes it difficult to see what things are.

And Harry, as the protagonist in the dream, made a cold, high-pitched voice.

He couldn't believe that this was coming from him, without any human kindness.

"Get it for me, quickly!"

"Take it off, I can't touch it, you can touch it."

He ordered the dark guy on the floor, and when he saw no movement, he cruelly took out his wand.

That pale, slender hand held the wand and recited the painful spell mercilessly.

"Crucio"

The guy screamed in pain and fell down in a twisted state.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting."

The man on the floor had his shoulders shaking and looked very painful.

When he raised his head, he revealed a face that Harry was all too familiar with.

Sirius.

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Chapter 356 Unable to change and still the same

Why is Sirius there?

As soon as Harry's doubts emerged, he heard Sirius scream again.

His doubts were washed away by that scene, and only worry remained.

Sirius's face was stained with blood, twisted and hideous due to pain, but there was unyielding perseverance in his eyes.

"Unless you kill me." He didn't flinch and faced Harry directly.

"It will definitely happen in the end," the cold voice said without warmth, "You have to take it down first, Blake, do you think this is the limit? We have plenty of time, no one will come here."

"No, Sirius!"

Harry struggled and screamed. He fell to the cold stone floor and woke up.

But that scene still made Harry scream, and the scar burned with pain again, and the people in the auditorium turned their attention.

He saw the worry and astonishment on the faces of Hermione and Ron. March class exclaimed "Oh God" and took the struggling Harry out of the auditorium.

"What happened today? Something happened to everyone." Marchban was so old that Harry didn't even dare to resist too much.

He was helped out of the auditorium to the foyer, still recalling the scene of Sirius being tortured in his mind.

"I'm fine, Professor, I just fell asleep and had a nightmare." Harry explained randomly.

Marchban said with a distressed look, "Everyone has exam pressure, and there is also the matter of John Wick. Maybe you can calm down outside for a while before going back."

"No need, Professor, I've answered all I can."

Harry just wants to find someone quickly to save Sirius. After all, he is more mature and knows how to seek help from others.

Marchban said gently, "Very good, very good. I will put your papers away, but I suggest you lie down and take a rest."

"I will," Harry nodded desperately and glanced towards the stairs, "Thank you very much, Professor."

As the Marches sauntered into the Great Hall, Harry darted up the marble stairs.

He ran quickly towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Arriving at the door of Professor McGonagall's office, he knocked hard but received no response.

He didn't know where Professor McGonagall was at this time. He was like an ant on a hot pot, looking everywhere.

Dumbledore was not at school and Hagrid was missing. Harry thought he could find Professor McGonagall.

But now Professor McGonagall can't be found, who can he look for?

"Harry!"

Ron's voice sounded, and he was out of breath from running.

Harry looked up, but he didn't see Hermione.

"What happened? Are you sick? Are you okay?" Ron took a breath and asked a series of greetings.

Harry said hurriedly: "Follow me, I have something to tell you. Where is Hermione?"

He took Ron and ran to another empty classroom.

Ron said, "As soon as she finished her exam, she went to the school hospital, and John was there."

"You should have seen John's situation." Ron was still frightened.

This matter may become his nightmare.

Harry said irritably, "We have to go find Hermione and tell her what happened."

Ron asked in confusion: "What happened?"

"Voldemort captured Sirius and coerced and tortured him."

Harry and Ron ran towards the school hospital.

But now the school hospital was crowded with people. He had hoped to see Professor McGonagall here, but he still didn't see him.

Snape walked out of the campus hospital in a hurry, even seeing Harry indifferent.

Harry found Hermione in the crowd, stepped forward and pulled her to the empty classroom.

"What happened to you just now, Harry?" The worry in Hermione's eyes did not go away, she said, "John is sick."

"I know, but Sirius was caught by Voldemort." Harry said anxiously, "He was tortured and was about to die."

"What? How could you do that?"

"I saw it. I saw it when I fell asleep during the exam."

Hermione's face turned pale, and she kept looking in the direction of the school hospital, "But, but where is it? How did you catch it?"

"I don't know," Harry said, "but I know where it is. A room in the Department of Mysteries. It's full of shelves filled with little glass balls. It's at the end of the ninety-seventh row of shelves."

Harry said with a trembling voice, "He wanted to use Sirius to get what he wanted from there. He tortured Sirius and said he would kill him in the end."

He is very helpless now, and no one he can rely on is gone.