Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 487 The Omnipotent One

The bell rang soon after the exam ended, and as soon as Harry heard it, he ran out of the infirmary.

He started running, pushing aside students who were blocking his way, completely ignoring their angry complaints.

Harry dashed down two floors at full speed and reached the top of the marble staircase, where he saw Ron and Hermione hurrying toward him.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed hastily, looking alarmed. “What’s wrong? Are you alright? Are you sick?”

"Where did you go?" Ron asked anxiously.

“Come with me,” Harry said quickly. “Come, I have something to tell you.”

Harry led them down the second-floor corridor, peering into the classrooms from each doorway along the way.

He finally found an empty classroom and rushed in. As soon as Ron and Hermione entered, he immediately closed the door behind them, leaned against it, and faced them.

"Voldemort has captured Sirius Black."

"what?"

"How did you-"

“I saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep during my exam,” Harry replied.

"But, but where is it? How did you catch it?" Hermione asked, her face pale.

“I don’t know how he caught it,” Harry said irritably. “But I know exactly where it is. There’s a room in the Department of Mysteries filled with shelves full of glass marbles, and they’re at the very end of the 97th shelf… He has something he wants there, and he wants to use Sirius to get it… He’s torturing Sirius… He said he’ll eventually kill Sirius!”

Harry noticed his voice was trembling, as were his knees. He moved to a table and sat down, trying to calm himself down.

“How do we get there?” he asked them.

There was a moment of silence. Then Ron asked, "Where...where to?"

"To the Department of Mysteries, to rescue Sirius!" Harry shouted.

“But, but, Harry!” Ron cried weakly.

“What? What?” Harry asked in surprise. He didn’t understand why they were all staring at him in disbelief, as if he were asking them to do something absurd.

“Harry,” Hermione asked in confusion, “Voldemort entered the Ministry of Magic, how come he wasn’t discovered?”

“How should I know?” Harry yelled. “The problem is, how are we going to get in!”

“But… Harry, think about it,” Hermione said, taking a step toward him. “It’s five o’clock in the afternoon? The Ministry of Magic must be full of staff? How could no one have seen Voldemort and Sirius go in? Harry? Of all the wanted wizards, they are probably the two most famous? Do you think they could enter a building full of Aurors without being detected?”

“I don’t know, maybe Voldemort wore an invisibility cloak or something!” Harry exclaimed. “Anyway, every time I go to the Department of Mysteries, there’s never anyone there—”

“You’ve never been there, Harry,” Hermione retorted forcefully. “You’ve only dreamt about it. It’s nothing special.”

“Those weren’t ordinary dreams!” Harry yelled at her, standing up and taking a step closer, intending to grab her and shake her. “How do you explain what happened to Ron’s father? What was that all about? How would I know anything about what happened to him?”

“He hit the nail on the head,” Ron said softly, looking at Hermione.

“But this is… this is just too impossible!” Hermione said anxiously. “Harry, Sirius has been in Grimmauld Place the whole time. How could Voldemort have caught him?”

“I don’t know!” Harry yelled. “Sirius might have just needed some fresh air, or maybe he just—”

"Harry, calm down!" Hermione suddenly shouted, interrupting Harry. "What if this is a trap?" Hermione pressed anxiously.

"What if Voldemort hurt Sirius just to get you out of the castle?" Hermione asked again. "What if Voldemort hurt Sirius just to catch you?"

“If so!” Harry roared, “Are I just going to ignore her? Hermione, she’s my only family.”

After Harry finished speaking, Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance, and then Ron asked:

"what should we do?"

“We have to use the Floo Net,” Harry said, and then quickly ran upstairs.

“But Umbridge was monitoring all the chimneys,” Hermione said.

“Yes, except for her own,” Ron added. “I’m going to find George and Fred; hopefully, they haven’t finished their fireworks yet. How about we meet in the empty classroom next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office?”

“Great idea!” Hermione said.

“Okay, let’s do it this way!” Harry said, pulling Hermione along as they ran towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

……

"Tempted by the devil, they ate the forbidden fruit."

"From then on, there was war, plague, famine, and...death in the world!"

With a strange smile on her face, Hathaway Romanoff threw the Red Priest's Codex and the Scepter of the Decaying Queen, which she had been holding tightly, into the black lake behind her, and then ripped off the desolate crown from her head and threw it in as well.

After doing all this, Hathaway Romanoff smiled, picked up the wizard and the witch, and stepped into the empty archway.

……

The Ministry of Magic's ninth basement level, the Department of Mysteries—

The vast expanse of chaotic smoke hovering above the curtains began to swirl rapidly. As the chaotic smoke swirls, a thick red book, a staff that appears to be made of crystal, and a magnificent crown fly out from the mist.

It was the Red Priest's Codex, which Hathaway Romanoff had just thrown into the water, the Scepter of the Decaying Queen, and the Desolate Crown.

But the thick book, the staff, and the crown did not fly toward anyone in the Golden Book Council; instead, they burst out from behind the curtain and disappeared without a trace.

The mist above the curtains slowly descended, gradually thickening and solidifying—

In the center between the curtains, a tall, empty archway appeared.

"I am Alpha, I am Omega!"

"I am the Almighty who was, is, and is to come!"

It sounded as if the voices of millions of people were overlapping, coming from inside the door.

Dumbledore, Nick Lemai, Wu Peirong, Maka Farr Monkasha, and Slytherin exchanged glances, quickly packed their belongings, removed the observation instruments from their heads, and fled the Curtain Room as if fleeing a famine.

Soon, the area between the curtains, which had been bustling with activity and strange phenomena, became empty. Apart from the occasional indistinct incantations and faint lights coming from the stone archway in the center, there were no other sounds.

(End of this chapter)