I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The corridor outside was empty, with a black door at the end matching Harry's dream.

Harry looked at the door. It was not the first time he had seen it. To be more precise, he had seen it too many times in his dreams over the past year.

"Let's go," Harry said quietly, as if afraid to alarm anyone.

When they were only a few feet away from the Black Door, Harry recalled Hermione's suggestion and said, "Actually, Hermione is right. Maybe we can ask someone to look for Percy, and then..."

"I think there's nothing wrong with this proposal, but I have a question," Ron asked, "If Percy isn't here and we're separated again, how are we going to reunite?"

As if he had read Harry's mind, Ron said, "Don't try to abandon us, mate."

Harry looked back at the four men, and saw no sign of retreat on their faces.

After that impulse, he gradually calmed down.

He suddenly realized that Hermione was right and that he himself was not so calm sometimes.

So he wanted to face it alone, but his companions did not back down.

Now standing in front of the door, I have no choice.

Harry walked to the black door as in his dream, and it opened.

They walked in and found it was a large circular room.

There were many black doors inlaid on the black walls, all of them were exactly the same, with no markings or handles.

Some branch-shaped candles dotted the walls, and the blue flames flickered with cold light, casting a shadow on the shiny marble floor, making the floor look like a dark water surface.

"Who closed the door?" Harry said, and then he regretted it.

When Ron closed the door, the room, which was not bright enough to begin with, could only rely on the dim light from the tiny flame.

Harry just wanted to get there as quickly as possible, but at this moment, the twelve doors in his dream began to spin.

It's a wall, a circular wall that is spinning.

When they stopped, they didn't even know which door they came in through.

Harry and the others needed to calm down. Now they couldn't tell which was the entrance to the dream, so they could only hope to open a door.

It was an empty room.

Perhaps because of the darkness in the previous room, they felt that this room was much brighter.

There were none of the flickering, swaying lights that Harry had seen in his dreams.

There were only a few tables, and in the center there was a huge glass tank big enough for several of them to swim in.

The tank was filled with dark green liquid, with a lot of pearly white objects floating lazily around.

Ginny thought it was a fish, Luna thought it was a trembling maggot, but Hermione recognized it immediately.

That's the brain.

Watching a group of brains swimming is not a pleasant experience.

"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This isn't the right door. We need to find a new one."

"There are some doors here, too." Ron pointed at the surrounding walls, which made Harry's heart sink.

It's unknown how big the Department of Mysteries is, and it's unknown how many doors like this there are.

But this place was different from the room in his dream. He led everyone back to the dark room.

Just as they were about to close the door, Hermione shouted to stop them.

She took her wand and marked the door, meaning it was opened.

Her clever move made all her friends think she was really smart.

When the door closed and started to turn again, they could immediately see the door they had entered through.

Harry walked to the other door, and the others followed, wands raised.

This room is bigger than the previous one.

It is rectangular in shape, with a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep in the middle.

There were stepped stone benches all around, and they stood on the top.

It felt to Harry like the Wizengamot courtroom he had been to before.

The difference is that this place is bigger, and there is no chair with chains in the middle, but a high platform with a stone arch on it.

The arch was very old, worn, and dilapidated.

What’s even more surprising is that it can actually stay upright.

There was no support around it, only a tattered black curtain or drapery hanging.

There was clearly no wind, but one could see the curtains fluttering gently.

Harry suddenly asked, "Who's there?"

He jumped down and walked along rows of stone benches to the stone bottom of the deep pit.

"Sirius?" He seemed to hear some voices coming from inside.

But there was nothing behind it. Harry heard whispers, but he couldn't make them out.

"Harry, let's go, okay?" Hermione called Harry to leave.

Harry said loudly to the archway, "What are you talking about?"

"No one is talking, Harry!" Hermione couldn't sit still anymore and she walked down.

But Harry stubbornly dodged her outstretched hand, which made Hermione feel very uneasy.

This is the mysterious Department of Mysteries, the most important place in the Ministry of Magic.

No one knows what magic will affect whom.

Luna seemed to be affected as well, which made Hermione feel uneasy and angry.

"We're here to rescue Sirius, don't be silly looking at that arch!"

Her words finally took effect, and Harry got back to his business.

Harry walked down the platform, only to turn around and see Ginny standing there.

Hermione didn't say anything and went straight up to pull Ginny down.

Ron was about to say something but stopped himself. After all, she was his sister, could he be more gentle?

Harry wasted too much time here, making him feel a little distracted.

On his way out, he asked Hermione if she knew what it was.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, wondering how she could possibly know.

Put a mark on the door and close it again.

The wall spun again.

After stopping, Harry walked to a door.

I pushed the door, but it didn't open.

They got excited, maybe this was the right thing to do.

Hermione couldn't open the lock using the Unlocking Charm, so Harry took out the knife Sirius gave him. This thing was better than the Unlocking Charm and could unlock all the locks.

But after inserting the knife into the crack of the door, not only did it not open, but it also melted.

There was nothing they could do, and Hermione didn't think that was the case, since Harry could travel freely in his dreams.

After leaving its mark, the wall began to turn again.

After stopping this time, Harry pushed open a door.

He looked at the familiar dancing light and was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

You found the right one!

They quickened their pace and ran towards another door in the dream.

...

Chapter 361 John's Secret and Plan

In the deserted hall of the Ministry of Magic.

A faint blue flame suddenly lit up in the fireplace embedded in the wall.

Cedric was the first to walk out. His black suit was slim-fitting and did not hinder his movements. His cufflinks were made of yellow-orange gemstones.

Next came Malfoy, wearing a black velvet suit, a silver snake wrapped around his shoulders, and an emerald ring on the little finger of his right hand.

Neville walked out last, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, holding a sword with an exquisite silver sheath and ruby ​​in his hand.

After the three of them walked out, the stove next to them started to burn, and a man with blond hair, white robe and white mask walked out from it.

"You are here."

The man took off his mask, and a face that had some connection with the World Cup appeared.

Cedric said in a deep voice: "Gold."

He looked at the gold's outfit and the white mask he had seen in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts.

Johnny Silverhand's man.

"So you're Johnny Silverhand's man." As the eldest, Cedric naturally played the role of his older brother.

"Wrong," Jin, with a layer of stubble on his chin, looked at the three people, "We all are."

"Huh?" The three of them looked puzzled.

King spoke up, "John, that's Johnny Silverhand."

In the hall, Kim spoke that truth.

"You mean, John is Johnny Silverhand?" Malfoy felt dizzy, his eyes fixed on Jin, and growled: "This is impossible, I have seen Johnny Silverhand..."

At this point, Malfoy suddenly couldn't continue.

He recalled the time when he was brought before Johnny Silverhand. What was it about at that time?

It seems like... he hopes to be Johnny Silverhand's godson.

Apparently Jin also understood something, for he said sympathetically, "You haven't seen his face, have you."

Malfoy's face darkened.

Neville was a little confused, and murmured: "If John is Johnny Silverhand, then he..."

"He is better than you think." Jin nodded slowly, "He built up this huge force starting in the second grade."

"The reason he didn't tell you this secret is because you are too young," Jin said.

"So, Percy and Fleur know about this?" Malfoy still found it hard to accept.

"Percy knew about this, but it was only last year." Jin nodded and said, "You don't have to complain, because this way, I can better protect you."

Malfoy looked at Cedric, who had remained silent, and asked, "You know that too?"

Cedric nodded, closed his eyes and said painfully, "Graveyard."

This is a painful memory.

Jin's eyes darkened for a moment, then lit up again in an instant.

"That's all about John's secret." Jin changed the subject and said seriously, "It's time for us to carry out John's plan, John's final...plan."

At this moment, everyone's heart was covered with a haze.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "Revenge."

Jin said nothing, but turned and led them forward.

As they passed the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, Cedric frowned and said, "Where are all the people in the Ministry of Magic?"

"John has secured the right to use this place for one night in order to bring Voldemort over." A cold light flashed in King's eyes.