I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The Elder Wand went into his sleeve, the Resurrection Stone went into his locket, and the Invisibility Cloak was thrown on his body.

John smiled, tapped his shoulder, and covered his body with the invisibility cloak.

“It’s going to be a mysterious adventure.”

His body disappeared into the magic tower.

Without taking his pet with him, John cut a path through.

He stepped into the passage.

The perspective behind the invisibility cloak is really strange.

With a hazy vision in front of him, John came to the red telephone booth.

His finger lightly slid across the phone, and the telephone booth where registration was originally required sank.

The Witch-King infiltrates the Ministry of Magic.

...

"Hermione's not here today?"

Ron finally mustered up the courage to come over with a rose, but ended up getting the news that Hermione had asked for leave.

This discouraged him.

As a good friend, Harry didn't know whether he should tell him about John and Hermione's meeting.

Both sides are good friends, not to mention that Hermione asked for leave after the meeting, which made Harry unsure if something happened to Hermione.

Ron was depressed and started to tell fortunes with the rose petals.

It's nothing more than whether she likes me or not.

"We can do it another time, Ron."

"Forget it, I don't think I have the courage." Ron wailed.

Harry hesitated.

Just then he saw the elevator going down.

The lifts in the Ministry of Magic use barred doors.

So you can see what's going on inside.

Strangely, there was no one in the elevator.

Harry was a little surprised, but Ron was a little broken at this time, so he focused his attention back on Ron.

The elevator leads to the Department of Mysteries.

this place.

Footsteps were heard in the dark corridor.

Then the black door at the end opened.

“It’s a really awkward feeling.”

The Witch King sneaking into the Ministry of Magic is strange no matter how you think about it.

The blue flames in the round hall emitted a faint light.

After turning around, John accurately found the door leading to the Hall of Death.

There are steps around it, leading to the arch in the middle.

John walked slowly down.

There had been a fierce battle here, and John had appeared at the fatal arch.

Now he has to step back in.

Is it death, or a different adventure?

...

Chapter 836: See Death Again

The Department of Mysteries holds many mysteries.

That room full of love is one.

The Hall of Death is also one.

This is where the death penalty is carried out.

However, due to the fact that the Ministry of Magic has been cooperating with the Dementors over the past period of time.

Things like death and execution became the job of the Dementors.

As a result, the Hall of Death was abandoned for a long time.

That archway that leads to nowhere does not necessarily mean death.

Sirius almost fell in once, but was kicked out by John.

Speaking of which, John can be considered Sirius' benefactor.

Standing in front of the arch again, the thin curtains swayed.

There was clearly no wind here, but it still floated up.

John could sense the aura of the Deathly Hallows, which was similar to that of the arch.

That's right here.

"I came out of Nirvana, and now I enter it while I am alive."

...

Magic Tower.

Winter is not very kind to birds, but it is very good for dogs.

Riddle opened his eyes. He liked to sleep in the winter.

As if it saw something, it flapped its wings and flew away from the magic tower.

Basil saw it leave and did not chase after it.

Under the magic tower.

The girl is having an inner struggle.

She looked at the door and wanted to push it open, but then she pulled back.

After several attempts, she finally didn't push the door.

As she turned to leave, a dark shadow pounced on her head.

Grab the girl by the shoulders.

"Riddle?"

Daphne was startled, and only then did she see what had grabbed her.

Seeing her hesitating below, Riddle simply flew down.

Daphne was caught by Riddle, with an owl head on her head.

Riddle called out twice, and the door of the magic tower opened.

This time it was Daphne's turn to leave.

"Christmas is coming, so it's reasonable for me to deliver Christmas presents."

As if explaining to Riddle, or convincing herself, Daphne encouraged herself and finally took a brave step.

Only when she entered the magic tower could she feel the coldness coming from this empty tower.

Compared to outside, it is colder here, like ten degrees lower.

The black walls and the shadows underfoot became intimidating.

There was only one staircase leading to nowhere, so deep that it seemed to lead to the abyss.

Daphne was stunned for a moment.

The great Witch King did not give himself splendor, only endless darkness.

Daphne's mind grew heavy.

It could also be because of Riddle standing on her shoulder.

She walked towards the stairs, as if a pair of eyes were watching her.

Stepping onto the stairs, she moved towards the top floor step by step.

When she came to her senses, the stairs were still there.

But the stairs we came from were already submerged in darkness.

She had no way out and could only continue to move forward.

This road seems to have no end.

Daphne gritted her teeth and persisted, sweat running down her cheeks.

Riddle was considerate enough to wipe her with a feather.

"Thank you, Riddle."

It's strange that even though it was Riddle who made the decision for her, Daphne felt that this might be the best.

Only by walking up this staircase could she know what path the person she loved was taking.

Riddle's round eyes stared at Daphne as she climbed the stairs with difficulty, and she showed no intention of coming down.

But it seems to know a lot.

...

Hall of Death.

John prepared to enter the arch.

This place is like a place full of killing curses, and no one knows where it leads to.

This secret is about to be revealed by John.

He listened to the whispers coming from behind the archway, which were vague and seemed to be the mumbling of those left behind.

Take the first step.

John set out towards death.

Live to death.

A sentence I once gave myself.

John got closer and closer to the arch until, at the back, he stepped into it.

The mumbling sound became stronger and tried hard to drill into the ears.

John looked calm. To someone who had experienced death, those sounds were just a slightly noisy clamor.

His body began to disappear, and beneath his cloak, he could feel his body becoming illusory.

Like a door key, it leads people to different places.

It's a completely different feeling.

Few people can stay lucid on the road to death, but John did it.

He saw snow, ice and frost, a world with no end.

The dead walked here in confusion. They had no self-awareness and only moved forward instinctively.

Some people's shoes have been worn out, and their feet have left bloody marks on the ground.

The road is rugged and occasionally you can see galloping horses pulling a cart.