Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

On the night of the exam, everyone was very happy. Even with the help of the Weasley twins, the fifth and seventh graders of Gryffindor threw a small party in the common room. This reminded Ryan of his experience of singing outside with a few close classmates after the college entrance examination.

Naturally everyone was happy on this occasion, but everyone was a bit exhausted from the previous review. So it didn't take long for everyone to go to rest.

The same was true for Harry, who lay in bed and fell fast asleep after letting go of the biggest burden on his mind of late. At the beginning, he was the same as when he usually slept, and his eyes were black. But soon, the black slowly faded, and some gray images appeared in Harry's mind.

He once again walked down the cold and dark corridor of the Department of Mysteries, with firm and decisive steps, occasionally running a few steps, and finally determined to reach his destination...

He did not pay attention to the sights around him along the way, and after passing through three doors Harry was once again in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and glass balls, as if something was urging him, his heart pounding. Very fast, follow the inner guide to the 97th row of shelves, turn left, and hurriedly walk along the long and narrow aisle between the two rows of shelves...

There was a figure moving on the floor at the end of the aisle, and Harry felt a voice come out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice, without the slightest bit of human kindness...

"Get it for me...Quick, get it...I can't touch it...you can..."

The black figure on the floor moved slightly. A long, white-fingered hand gripped a wand and lifted it up, and the shrill, cold voice said, "Cut your heart out!"

Harry was stunned to find that it seemed like he had fired the Cruciatus. During the spell, the man wriggling on the floor screamed in pain, trying to get up, only to writhe and fall. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned, not moving again.

"Voldemort is waiting..."

The man on the ground, with his arms shaking, very slowly propped up his shoulders a few inches and raised his head. His face was stained with blood, very haggard, twisted with pain, but still had an unyielding look. "You must kill me."

"I will, no doubt," said the icy voice, "but you're going to bring it to me first, Blake?? Do you think that's all you're feeling? Think again... we For the next few hours, no one will hear your screams..."

Just as Voldemort lowered his wand, Harry screamed and rolled around on the bed. But he woke up after hitting his head on the bed board, still screaming, his scar as if it had been branded with a red iron bar.

"Harry!" Ron stood beside him with a look of fear. "Who is it this time? Who is injured again?"

"Sirius, Sirius, he's been caught by Voldemort—" Harry's vision was blurred with pain, but he still grabbed Ron's arm tightly because he felt it was very important. "Go and inform Professor McGonagall."

"Yeah, but Professor McGonagall isn't in the school," Ron stammered. "You know, she escorted our papers back to London after the exam today."

"Damn it!" Harry slammed the bed under him, then got up and said in a loud voice. "But I can't watch Sirius die, I'm going to the Department of Mysteries to save him!"

"But buddy.

At this time, he was pulled by Ron. "What's the difference between you rushing over like this and dying?" Don't forget that your opponent is the mysterious man. What's the point of you in the past except to die one more person? "

At this time, the door of their dormitory was pushed open, and Ryan came out from behind Neville: "What happened? I was woken up by Neville after I slept for a while, and he told me that Harry seemed to have some illness and asked me to come and see. Look."

"No, it's not sick," said Ron, looking at Ryan, "but Harry had a dream, just like the one when my father was bitten a few months ago. Sirius."

Ryan's whole body stiffened for a while after hearing this, but he relaxed quickly. Instead, I felt a sense of relief. Because this means that Voldemort has really started to execute that plan, and everything is back on track.

"I know you're nervous right now, but the question now is is what you're seeing real?" Ryan said as he drew out his wand and relieved Harry's pain with psychic soothing magic. "You have to know that your observation is two-way. Especially when the opponent's strength is stronger than yours, he can perceive you. I am worried that this is a trap, a trap that shows you from the safe castle. Just know that you might be in the top three on My-Know-Who's kill list."

"But Sirius—" Harry was interrupted by Ryan's wave before Harry could finish. "I remember that Sirius gave you a double-sided mirror, you can ask."

"Damn, I actually forgot about this thing." Harry slapped his forehead suddenly, then rummaged in the box under the bed, and finally found a badly wrapped small bag in the corner of the box. After opening the bag, Inside revealed a small, dirty and old square mirror. There was also a scribbled note from Sirius about how to use the mirror.

Harry looked at the note and held it up to his eyes with both hands, and called out loud and clear, "Sirius." The mirror responded within seconds, but it was Kreacher's wrinkled face. .

"Where's Sirius, Kreacher?" Harry asked after seeing Kreacher.

"Master is out." The house-elf gasped and chuckled. "He went on a trip to Miss Straw. I wish the next generation of the Black family would be born sooner. I'd be happy to have children for them—"

"I wanted to ask if he didn't come back, is he going to the Ministry of Magic?" Harry hurriedly interrupted Kreacher, who had already started talking about what bottles and diapers would be better for a newborn.

"Of course not, Harry Potter." Kreacher looked at Harry. "My master said when he went out this morning that he was going to Marseille with Miss Straw. How could he possibly go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Then can you call the members of the Order of the Phoenix, I have important information to inform them." After hearing this, Kreacher popped into another room, and Harry saw Lupin sitting rubbing his eyes stand up.

"What, you saw that Sirius was caught." Lupin looked shocked. "You stay in the castle and don't move. I will inform others that you must not walk around, let alone go out of the castle."

After speaking, the double-sided mirror darkened, and all the people in the dormitory were waiting nervously. But there was no new news until dawn.

"Ryan, what's wrong with you?" Hermione looked at Ryan in astonishment at breakfast the next day. "Why did you look worse after the exam?"

Ryan could only lean into Hermione's ear and whispered what had happened. After listening to the explanation, Hermione also thought that this was a way Voldemort was trying to lure Harry out of the castle.

However, while Ryan was having dinner, Hermione brought bad news: Kreacher used a double-sided mirror to inform Harry of the Order of the Phoenix that the stunned Miss Straw had been found in Marseille. According to her statement, yesterday afternoon When he and Sirius were walking on the beach, seven or eight men in black suddenly rushed out. Although they fought hard but were still outnumbered, she finally saw Sirius being taken away by the group before she passed out.

This time Voldemort kidnapped people directly. Ryan was shocked by the news. The current situation has greatly deviated from the original plot. It seems that the battle of the Ministry of Magic is inevitable.

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