Vol 2 Chapter 562: always (modified, sincere thanks to the lord chasing the wind v...

Waiting is always very difficult. Only Harry, Ellen and the Umbrella members are left in the principal’s room. Ellen did not inform Luna of the plan to go to the Ministry of Magic, although in his opinion Luna’s true strength is estimated to have exceeded Pei’s. Nello, but the other party’s prone to trance makes Allen worry about letting her participate in this kind of battle—he is not confident enough to protect three people at once. In fact, if it weren’t for Hermione’s strong request, he even wanted to take it. Penello, who was experienced in combat, went there, but fortunately, as long as he entangled Voldemort, other ordinary Death Eaters were no longer the opponents of these two girls.
Harry looked at the old watch in his hand from time to time, his feet slapped on the ground from time to time, and he looked restless and restless.
"Harry, you don’t need to join the battle at the Ministry of Magic, you just need to protect yourself. However, I think you need to learn a more aggressive spell. If you need to take action, don’t hesitate to use it. What’s your weapon? Remember this time to help your godfather." Allen saw Harry’s thoughts at a glance. He felt that it was impossible to learn a spell in such a short time. "I was actually in the last semester. You used it when you dealt with that giant squid in the Goblet of Fire competition. You will learn this curse very quickly. It is called Shenfeng Wuying."
Because Harry had Voldemort's soul fragments on him, Harry was actually very talented in learning dark magic, and although Harry was impetuous at this time, he was also aroused by Alan's curiosity.
"In a way, this is a concealed, vicious, but very powerful and effective black magic. The wand itself will not show any obvious signs when the spell is activated. When the spell is spoken, the opponent's skin will look like It is bleeding from being split by an invisible sword-the part damaged by the curse cannot be regenerated by any other means, but it can be healed by counter-cursing-so it is powerful but not regarded as an unforgivable curse, but this I'll teach you to counter the curse after the action." Allen glanced at Harry, and he sensed that the other party was a little hesitant about this dark magic. "Harry, the inventor of this curse is someone I respect and admire. He gave everything for the person he loves, although he himself-Voldemort and Dumbledore are using him... although I also use Pass him..."
In Harry’s impression, Alan was actually a somewhat arrogant person. He had hardly ever seen him say this to others in his impression, and Alan even seemed to feel a little guilty about it. Harry couldn’t help but ask: "He is Who?"
"Sectumsempra's spell is Sectumsempra, and the wand movement is like this..." Allen did not answer Harry's identity, but directly demonstrated the magic spell to Harry. "Sectums is in Latin. It means to cut, and Sempra is derived from the Latin word Semper-he means always (always)." What Allen didn’t explain to Harry was that Snape’s name was Severus, the first five words Sever also means to cut, "Now you go there and practice for a while, and be careful not to cast it on people."
At night, they came to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace. A group of people took the elevator of the telephone booth. Ron picked up the phone and dialed the number 62442-the word "magic" can be spelled out if it corresponds to the old-fashioned mobile phone keyboard. This is magic The password for the visitor entrance of the visitor phone booth.
After the mechanical female voice reported the names of the people and the affairs of their agents, they put on the badges that had slipped out of the metal chute where coins should be withdrawn from the phone booth. After the elevator stopped and opened the sliding door, Harry's heart jerked. Shen, except for the mechanical female voice who sent out a welcome blessing when he first arrived, the silence in the Ministry of Magic hall was completely different from the phenomenon of people coming and going during his last trial.
Harry asked for help as if looking at the calm expression beside Ron and the serious Ginny Neville group behind him, "It's okay, Harry, it's off work now, no one is normal." Ron faced gently. Harry smiled.
In the main hall, only the endless sound of water from the golden fountain, shining water jets from the top of the wizard’s wand, from the arrow of the horseman, from the tip of the goblin’s hat, and from the two ears of the house elves, sprayed out and fell. In the nearby pool.
"If it's too late... he's alive, and he's still fighting, I can feel... If Voldemort decides that Sirius will not give in... I will know..." Harry's scar hurt again.
Harry's hunch grew stronger as they walked quickly through the golden fence door towards the elevator. He pressed the button closest to him "down", and immediately there was an elevator creaking. With the sound of Ding Ding Dangdang, the golden fence door slid slightly open, and they swarmed in.
Harry knocked on the ninth button, the fence door slammed shut, the elevator began to descend, and in silence, the chain clicked and rattled. The elevator stopped, and an indifferent woman's voice said: "The Department of Mystery~EbookFREE.me~ The fence door slid slightly open. They came to the corridor outside. There was no movement around, only the torch closest to them. The air flow stirred up by the elevator shook left and right.
Harry turned to the all black door. He has been seeing it in his dream for many months, and now he has finally come here.
"It should be here." He whispered, walking forward in the corridor first, and the other four followed him silently. Harry faced the door and stepped forward...like in a dream, the door opened, and he took the lead and strode across the threshold.
They are standing in a big round room. Everything here is black, including the floor and ceiling. There are many black doors inlaid on the surrounding black wall, all of which are exactly the same, without markings or handles. There are some branch-shaped candles dotted between the walls, the flames are blue, and the swaying cold light casts on the bright marble floor, making people feel that the feet are dark water.
"The door is closed," Ron said softly.
Neville did. The corridor where the torch had been lit just now shot into a long light from behind them. Now the light was gone, the room was darkened suddenly, and Harry could only see the trembling bunches on the wall. Blue flames, and their eerie shadows on the ground.
In his dreams, Harry always walked through the room confidently and walked towards the door facing the entrance. But now there are twelve doors around. He looked at the doors opposite him, trying to judge which one should be entered. At this moment, with a loud rumbling, the candle began to move aside. The circular wall spun. In a few seconds, the walls were spinning quickly, and blue flames were blurring around them, like neon tubes. Then, as suddenly as at the beginning, the rumbling stopped, and everything was calm again.