In fact, Harry didn''t fall asleep. He slowly lay uneasy in bed for three hours, meditating on the appalling method of revenge.
But limited by his imagination, Harry didn''t come up with a good way to do what the Ministry of magic did.
Their final exam, the history of magic, didn''t start until the afternoon. Although Harry wanted to go back to bed after breakfast, he was reviewing the last minute on the court before the exam, so he held his head in the common room and tried to read the three and a half inch notes that Hermione had left him without falling asleep.
It was a very difficult thing, and fortunately, Harry persisted, even though it made him sad to death.
The fifth graders entered the hall at two o''clock and spread out their papers in front of them. Harry felt tired. He wanted it to come to an end at first, so that he could leave and go to sleep, and then tomorrow, he and Ron went to the Quidditch game - he was going to fly with Ron''s broom - to get rid of the review.
Unfortunately, the rocket crossbow has not been returned, even if Umbridge is not in
"Open your papers," Professor marybank said at the front of the hall, flipping through the hourglass. "You can start."
Harry began to answer the first question. But after several seconds of thinking, he had not come up with a word in his head. There was only a buzzing bee disturbing his mind. Slowly, tortuously, he finally began to write the answer. He found it hard to remember the confusing names and dates.
He just skipped question 4 (whether, from your point of view, did the goblin rebellion in the 8th century have been caused by laws to better manage wands), considering that in the end he would have time to go back. He tried to answer the fifth question (how many secret decrees were enacted 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 appear somewhere in the story. 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 Federation of witches and explain why the witches in Lichtenstein were opposed to joining? ）
"I know that," thought Harry, looking up at the big hourglass on the table next to Professor marybank. He was sitting at the back left of pavadi petier, 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 flash, and he had to tap his head to wake up. All the quills around Harry were writing on parchment like a race, tearing holes out. The sun on the back of his head was very hot.
What did the World Federation of witches do to witches in Lichtenstein?
Harry had a feeling that something was circling in his brain. Again, he gazed blankly at the back of pavadi''s head.
If he wants to answer the question perfectly, he just needs to open a window in the back of her head to see what is the cause of the spiral rift between the World Federation of wizardry and the wizard of Lichtenstein?
Harry closed his eyes and buried his hand in order to make his red eyelids dark and cool.
The World Federation of witches once wanted to stop hunting giants and give them rights. But Lichtenstein has been haunted by a particularly brutal giant tribe in the mountains.
This is it. He opened his eyes; they kept staring at the burning white parchment. Slowly, he wrote two lines about giants and read them as quickly as possible. That doesn''t seem to be very rich and detailed, but Harry must have written page after page in Hermione''s notes about the Federation.
He closed his eyes again, trying to think about recalling them, the first meeting of the Federation in France, and yes, he had written about the goblins trying to attend and expelled. He wrote it, too. Are there any other people from Lichtenstein.
"Think" he told himself that when all the people around him were writing and the sand in the hourglass was still running away, he put his face on his hand.
Once again, he walked on the cold and dark corridor leading to the Department of mysteries. He walked steadily and regularly, and occasionally trotted for a while. Finally, he decided to reach his destination.
The black door swayed open for him as usual, and he stood in a round room with many doors. Straight through the stone steps and through the second door, the lights on the walls and floors tickled mechanically, but there was no time to visit. He had to be quick.
He made a few final steps to the third door, which, like the others, was concealed for him. Once again, he 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 across the floor like a wounded animal.
Harry''s stomach contracted with fear and excitement. A voice came out of his own mouth, a high, cold, completely inhuman voice.
"Give me that. Put it down. Now, I can''t touch him, but you can. "The shadow on the floor moved. Harry saw a wand in his hand, a slender hand with white fingers, and heard a high, cold voice saying, "dig into the heart and gouge out the bones!"
The man on the ground screamed in pain and tried to get up, but Teng fell down. Harry is laughing. He held up his wand and the spell stopped, and then the figure''s groan died down.
"Voldemort is waiting." slowly, his hands tremble. The man on the ground raises his shoulder an inch or two and then raises his head. His face is still haggard with blood stains, and his face twisted by pain still has the determination to challenge.
"You have to kill me." Sirius whispered.
"In the end, I''ll do it without a doubt." "But you''re going to bring me something first, Blake. Do you want more pain? Think about it again. We had hours and no one could hear you scream
But when Voldemort lifted his wand again, someone was screaming. Someone yelled and pushed the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But Harry was awake when he hit the ground, but he was still screaming. His scars burned like fire. The whole hall was watching him as if he were looking at the psychosis. Only his roommate knew what it meant.
……
"I''m not going, I don''t need to go to the hospital ward, I don''t want to -" Harry is constantly trying to persuade professor zinesta to stay away from him. At this time, Professor sinista was leading Harry through the hall under the gaze of the students around him, 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."
"Test pressure!" The old wizard said in a pitiful tone, clapping his hand weakly on Harry''s shoulder. "It''s over, young man. It''s past. Now, for a cool drink, you may be almost ready to 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''ve done my best."
"Very good, very good," said the old wizard gently. "I have to go and take your test paper. I suggest you lie down for a while."
"I will," Harry nodded hard. "Thank you very much."
As soon as the old man''s heel disappeared in the hall, Harry immediately jumped up the marble steps and ran down the corridor, muttering portraits. He stepped up several stairs and, like a violent hurricane, rushed to the door of the hospital ward, warning Mrs. Pomfrey, who was pouring a blue liquid into the mouth of Walton "Potter, what do you think you''re doing?"
"I want to see Professor McGonagall," Harry gasped, the air tearing at his lungs. "Now, it''s urgent."
"She''s not here, Potter." Mrs. Pomfrey said sadly, "early this morning, she was transferred to St. Mungo''s magic hospital. Four coma Charms hit her in the chest together. It''s a miracle that she hasn''t been killed at her age
"She - has gone?" Harry said in shock. The bell rang outside the dormitory, and he could hear the rumble of students coming out of the classroom into the hallway from the far floor. He was still staring at Madame Pomfrey, and his fear rose. There''s no one here who can tell them anything. Dumbledore is gone. Hagrid''s gone. Van Lin and Hermione left.
But he always wants Professor McGonagall to be here. She may be irritable and stubborn, but she can always rely on strong backing.
"I''m not surprised by your shock, Potter." Madame Pomfrey said, with a look of strong approval on her face, "if they had dared to do so during the day, they would have been knocked out by Mileva McGonagall. Coward! That''s why they''re doing it, mean cowards! If I wasn''t worried about what you students would do without me, I would have quit
"Yes." Harry said, without expression. He walked out of the ward and came to the corridor where he was. He was bumped back and forth by the crowd. The panic spread in his body like poison gas, so that his head began to feel dizzy and unable to think about what to do.
Van Lin and Hermione''s voice suddenly appeared in his mind, do not stay away from friends
Harry ran again, bumping into the students to make way for him, ignoring their angry protest. When he saw them rushing towards him at the top of the marble stairs, he ran back two floors.
"Harry," Ron said immediately, looking terrified, "what''s going on? How are you? Are you ill? Where have you been? "
The barrage of questions made Harry uncomfortable, but Harry was very pleased that Ron was more useful than before, at least he could come up with some good ideas.
"Follow me." Harry said quickly, "come in. I want to tell you something. " He led the brine powder through the corridor on the first floor. Vigilantly, he led them through the corridor on the first floor and walked through the door. Finally, he found an empty classroom and rushed in. He closed the door as soon as Ron came in. Leaning against the door, he said to him, "Voldemort has caught Sirius.""What?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"How did you --"
"see it. Just now, when I fell asleep in the exam
"But - but where? How did it happen? Just like dad? " Ron''s face was full of fear, and it was obvious that Mr. Weasley''s affairs had cast a big enough shadow on Ron.
"I don''t know." Harry, "but I know the exact location. It''s a room full of glass ball shelves in the Ministry of magic. They''re at the end of row 97. He''s trying to use Sirius to get something he wants from there. He''s torturing him and threatening to kill him and let him die."
Harry found his voice and his knees shaking. He moved a chair and sat down to try to control himself.
"How can 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 called out loud.
"But, Harry." Ron said powerless.
"What? What? " Said Harry. He couldn''t understand why Ron was staring at him as if he were saying something incredible.
"Harry" Ron said in a voice almost trembling: "Er, what? How did Voldemort sneak into the Ministry of magic without anyone realizing that he was there
"How do I know?" Harry growled, "the question is how 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 that as a child living in the magic world, Ron''s understanding of the Ministry of magic is obviously more pure.
Ron hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about how to explain this to Harry. Then he took a step toward him. "It''s 5 p.m. normally at this time, the Ministry of magic is usually full of people. If I''m anywhere, so How could Voldemort and Sirius break in without being seen? Harry, they are the sorcerers they want to catch in the world. Do you think they can break into a building full of Aurors and not be found? Especially when Auror is crazy, everyone knows both of them
"I don''t know. Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak or something!" Harry exclaimed, "anyway, I always see that the Department of mysteries is completely empty at any time."
"You''ve never been there, Harry!" Ron hesitated and said, "I promise you''ve never left here. You''ve only dreamt of that place."
"It''s not an ordinary dream!" Harry yelled into Ron''s face and stood up and took a step toward Ron. "How do you explain your dad? That''s all. How else would I know what happened to him? "
"Oh, maybe you''re right..." Ron looked at Harry quietly and said, but thinking of Dumbledore''s account, Ron had to calm down and rethink.
"Oh, yes, maybe Sirius will be sent something by Dumbledore, just like my father But not now Harry, the defense of the most important departments of the Ministry of magic is much stronger than you think, just like versin always said The magic circle will detect the entry and exit of people not belonging to the Ministry of magic at the first time. Even Dumbledore, it is impossible not to leave any traces I''d love to believe you, I swear, but... "
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