Vol 2 Chapter 1055: Ron of Dreams and Thinking

In fact, Harry didn't fall asleep. He slowly lay on the bed restlessly for three hours contemplating the appalling method of revenge.
But limited by imagination, until the end, Harry didn't think of a good way to be worthy of what the Ministry did.
Their final exam, the history of magic, didn't start until the afternoon. Although Harry really wanted to go back to bed after breakfast, he was reviewing the last minute on the venue before the exam, so he held his head in the common room and tried his best to leave Hermione to his three and a half inches. Read the notes again without falling asleep.
This is a very difficult thing, and fortunately, Harry persisted, even if it made him sad to death.
The fifth graders entered the hall at two o'clock and spread out their examination papers in front of them. Harry felt tired. He wanted it to end at first, so that he could leave and go to sleep, and then tomorrow, he and Ron would go to a Quidditch game-he was going to fly with Ron's broom-to get rid of the review.
Unfortunately, the rocket crossbow is not returned, even though Umbridge is not here...
"Open your exam papers" Professor Maqu Bank said at the front of the hall, turning over the hourglass, "You can start now."
Harry began to answer the first question. But after he thought for a few seconds, he hadn't come up with a word in his mind, and there was only a buzzing bee disturbing his mind. Slowly, with twists and turns, he finally began to write answers. He found it difficult to remember those confusing names and dates.
He just skipped the fourth question (from your point of view, talk about whether the 8th century goblin rebellion was caused by the formulation of laws to better manage the wand), considering that he would have time to go back in the end. He tried to answer the fifth question (how many secret laws were issued in 749 to prevent multiple standards of measurement units) but he had a critical guess that he missed a few points; he had a feeling that vampires should be in a certain part of the story Where it appeared. He looked up for a question that he could simply answer and his eyes fell on the number 0 (describe the establishment of the World Wizard Federation and explain why the Wizards of Liechtenstein object to joining?)
"I know this," Harry thought, looking up at the big hourglass on the table next to Professor Maqubank. He is sitting at the back left of Parvati Petir, her long black hair covering the back of her desk. Once or twice he found that when she shook her head, he saw a faint golden light, and he had to tap his head lightly to wake up. All the quill pens around Harry wanted to write on the parchment as quickly as they were racing, tearing out holes. The sun on the back of his head is very hot.
What did the World Wizarding Federation do with the wizards of Liechtenstein?
Harry felt something circling in his brain. He stared blankly at the back of Pavadi's head again.
If he wants to solve the Liechtenstein question perfectly, then he only needs to open a window in the back of her head to see what is causing the rift between the World Wizard Federation and Liechtenstein wizards.
Harry closed his eyes and buried his hands in his hands, in order to darken and cool his red eyelids.
The World Federation of Wizards once hoped to prevent the hunting of giants and give them rights. But Liechtenstein has been troubled by a tribe of giants that are particularly brutal in the mountains for a long time.
This is it. He opened his eyes; they kept staring at the scorching white parchment. Slowly, he wrote two lines about giants, and then read them the fastest. It didn't seem to be very rich and detailed, but Harry must have written page after page about the Federation in Hermione's notes.
He closed his eyes again and tried his best to think about recalling them. The federation met for the first time in France. Yes, he had written that the goblin tried to participate and was expelled. He also wrote. There are no people from Liechtenstein participating.
"Thinking" he told himself, when everyone around him was constantly writing and the sand in the hourglass in front of him was still losing, he put his face on his hand.
He once again walked forward on the cold and dark corridor leading to the Department of Mystery Affairs, walking steadily and regularly, jogging occasionally, and finally he decided to reach his destination.
The black door swayed open for him as usual. He stood in a round room with many doors. Walking straight through the stone steps and passing through the second door, the beating lights on the wall and floor made a ticking sound, but there was no time to visit, he had to be fast.
He took a few last steps to the third door, which was hidden for him like the others. He once again came to the big room full of shelves and glass balls, and his heart was beating fast now. He is going there this time.
When he reached the number 97, he walked left in the corridor between the two rows. But there was a shadow at the end of the floor, a black shadow that moved on the floor like an injured animal.
Harry's stomach shrank from fear and excitement. A voice came out of his own mouth, a towering, cold and completely inhuman voice.
"Give me that. Put it down, now, I can't touch him, but you can."
The dark shadow on the floor moved. Harry saw that he was holding a magic wand in his hand that was a hand with slender white fingers, and then heard a towering, cold voice saying, "Bone cut!"
The man on the ground screamed in pain, tried to stand up but fell down. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the curse ceased and the figure's groan gradually subsided.
"Voldemort is waiting" very slowly, his hands trembled, and the man on the ground lifted his shoulder an inch or two and then raised his head. His face was and haggard, and his face distorted by pain still had challenging fortitude.
"You must kill me." Sirius whispered.
"In the end I will undoubtedly do this." said the cold voice, "but you have to get something for me first, Blake. Do you want more pain? Think about it again. We have several hours. And no one can hear you screaming."
But when Voldemort raised his wand again, someone was screaming. Someone yelled and pushed the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But when Harry hit the ground, he was awake, but he was still screaming. His scars burned like fire. The whole hall was watching him by his side, as if they were looking at the mental illness, only his roommate. Know what this means.
...
"I'm not going, I don't need to go to the hospital ward, I don't want to—" Harry was constantly trying to persuade Professor Sinista to stay away from him. At this time Professor Sinista was leading Harry through the hall under the gaze of the surrounding students, and he was looking at Harry with a more concerned expression than usual.
"I'm fine, sir," Harry stammered, wiping the sweat from his face, "I just fell asleep and had a nightmare."
"The pressure of the exam!" the old wizard said in a sympathetic tone, patted his hand weakly on Harry's shoulder, "It has passed, young man, passed, now, for a refreshing drink, you may be almost done Go back to the hall. The exam is almost over, but have you answered the last question perfectly?"
"Yes," Harry said savagely. "I mean I think I have done my best."
"Very good, very good" the old wizard said softly, "I have to go and take your test papers. I suggest you lie down for a while."
"I will" Hari nodded vigorously, "Thank you very much!"
The moment the old man’s heel disappeared from the hall, Harry immediately jumped onto the marble steps and ran along the hallway with the muttering portraits. He stepped up several stairs like a violent The hurricane rushed to the door of the hospital ward, and Mrs. Pomfrey, who was pouring a blue liquid into Walton's open mouth, issued a warning shout: "Potter, what do you think you are doing?"
"I want to see Professor McGonagall" Harry said panting, the air was tearing his lungs, "Now, it's urgent."
"She's not here, Potter." Madam Pomfrey said sadly. "She was transferred to St. Mungo's Witchcraft and Wizardry Hospital early this morning. Four coma spells hit her in the chest together. At her age, she didn't kill. It was a miracle to die."
"She- has gone?" Harry said in shock. The bell outside the dormitory rang, and he could hear the rumbling sound from the floor in the distance from the usual students walking out of the classroom to the corridor. He was still staring at Madam Pomfrey, and his inner fear rose. There is no one here who can tell them anything. Dumbledore is gone. Hagrid is gone. Fanlin and Hermione also left.
But he always hopes that Professor McGonagall can be here. She may be irritable and stubborn, but she can always rely on a strong backing.
"I'm not surprised by your shock, Potter." Madam Pomfrey said, with a strong approval on her face. "If they dared to do this during the day, they might have been beaten by Minerva McGonagall. Stunned. Coward! That's why they did it, mean coward! If I wasn't worried about what you students would do without me, I would have resigned long ago."
"Yes." Harry said blankly. He wandered out of the ward to the corridor where he was, and was bumped back and forth by the crowd. Panic spread in his body like poisonous gas, so that his head began to feel dizzy and couldn't think about what to do.
The voices of Fanlin and Hermione suddenly appeared in his mind, don't stay away from friends...
Harry ran up again, bumping into the students to make a way for him and ignore their angry protest. When he saw them rushing towards him at the top of the marble staircase, he ran back two more floors.
"Harry" Ron said immediately, with a terrified expression, "What happened? How are you? Are you sick? Where have you been?"
The continuous questioning made Harry feel uncomfortable with the whole person, but Harry was still very pleased that Ron was more useful than before, at least he could come up with some good ideas.
"Come with me." Harry said quickly, "Come in. I want to tell you something." He led the powder through the corridor on the first floor, and he led them through the corridor on the first floor vigilantly. He walked through the doorway, and finally he found an empty classroom and rushed in. He closed the door as soon as Ron entered, leaned against the door, and said, "Voldemort has caught Sirius."
"What" Ron asked incredulously.
"how do you--"
"I saw it. Just now, when I fell asleep during the exam."
"But-but where? How did it happen? Just like Dad?" Ron's face was full of fear. Obviously, Mr. Weasley's incident gave Ron a big enough shadow.
"I don't know." Harry, "but I know the exact location. It is a room full of glass ball shelves in the Ministry of Magic. They are at the end of row 97. He is trying to use Sirius to obtain one of him. He is torturing him for what he wants from there, threatening to kill him and let him die."
Harry found his voice and his knees trembling. He moved a chair and sat down to try to control himself.
"How do we get there?" Harry asked Ron. A moment of silence. Then Ron said, "Go-where?"
"Go to the Department of Mysteries, so we can save Sirius." Harry cried loudly.
"But, Harry." Ron said weakly.
"What? What?" Harry said. He couldn't understand why Ron stared at him as if he was saying something incredible.
"Harry" Ron said in a trembling voice: "Uh, what? How did Voldemort sneak into the Ministry without anyone realizing he was there?"
"How do I know!" Harry roared, "The problem is how do we get in! And, as Fanlin said, the last time, the last time he was there!"
"But, Harry...no one can find him, if he can sneak into the Ministry of Magic..." Ron said, as a person who has lived in the wizarding world since childhood, Ron's understanding of the Ministry is obviously more pure.
Ron hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about how to explain the inconceivability to Harry, and then took a step towards him, "It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Normally, at this time, the Ministry of Magic is usually full of people. , Where am I, so... how could Voldemort and Sirius break in without being seen? Harry, they are the wizards they want to catch most in this world, do you think they can break into a crowded building? Are the buildings full of Aurors undiscovered? Especially when the Aurors are going crazy, everyone knows both of them!"
"I don't know ~EbookFREE.me~ Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak or something!" Harry cried, "Anyway, I always see the Department of Mysteries completely empty anytime. "
"You've never been there, Harry!" Ron said hesitantly, "I promise, you've never left here, you just dreamed of that place."
"That's not an ordinary dream!" Harry yelled at Ron's face, and stood up and took a step towards Ron. "How do you explain your father? This explains everything, otherwise how would I know him? What happened?"
"Oh, maybe, you're right..." Ron looked at Harry quietly and said, but thinking of Dumbledore's explanation, Ron had to calm himself down and think again.
"Oh, yes, maybe Sirius will be sent by Dumbledore on some mission, just like my dad... But, not now... Harry, the defense of the important department of the Ministry of Magic is much stronger than you think. Just like what Fanlin said... The magic circle will detect the entry and exit of personnel who do not belong to the Ministry of Magic for the first time. Even Dumbledore can't leave no traces... I would like to believe you, I swear, but..."