Department of Mysteries.

In front of the main entrance.

Harry and the others were staring at the door with the M mark in front of them.

"Harry, is it here?"

Ron deliberately lowered his voice and spoke carefully.

Harry nodded when he heard this.

He dare to be quite sure of this, because this door, to be precise, the deformed M mark on this door had clearly appeared in his dream.

However, at this moment he was somewhat afraid to enter.

This is a very strange feeling.

Before coming here, he desperately wanted to come, and he didn't hesitate to pay any price for it.

But when he really stood in front of the door, he hesitated.

He began to fear what the scene would be like when the dark door was opened.

Was Voldemort and his Death Eaters waving their wands at them with a grin?

Or was it the fallen corpse of Dumbledore and Sirius?

Whenever he thought of this, the courage that Harry had finally plucked up instantly disappeared, and even his whole person became stiff.

But at this moment, Aberforth's tall and thin figure came out from his side.

He walked straight to the dark gate like a walk, and reached out to push it.

"No!"

This scene frightened Harry to death and couldn't help but screamed out.

He is not yet mentally prepared!

It's a pity it's too late.

The seemingly heavy door was pushed open easily by Aberforth.

Behind the door, there was a dead silence.

There were no Death Eaters laughing wildly, and there were no corpses all over the floor. Some were just paved with marble, and the same pitch-black ground, walls, and ceiling.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Aberforth turned his head and looked at Harry in surprise.

Obviously he was also taken aback by Harry's scream.

"No, it's okay."

Harry said softly, he felt his face a little hot, his previous guesses were really shameful.

As if to find the face he had lost, Harbin first followed Aberforth and entered the Department of Mystery Affairs.

After entering, Harry suddenly realized that behind the door was actually a huge circular space.

The surrounding walls, floors, and ceilings can no longer be simply described by the adjective ‘black’.

These places seem to use some kind of light-absorbing material.

The faint blue fire from the tree-shaped candlesticks dotted on the wall could not serve as any lighting at all.

Those rays of light will be swallowed up after about one meter.

This weird darkness made Harry's mood after finally relaxing again tense again.

He couldn't help but leaned against Aberforth, which would give him some rare sense of security.

After all, although I don't know what Aberforth has to do with Principal Dumbledore, at least both of them are surnamed Dumbledore.

It's just that when Aberforth saw it, he pushed away Harry, who was about to stick to his body, a little disgusted:

"Boy, he... where are they? I mean, the Department of Mysteries has arrived, where should we go next?"

Speaking of Aberforth, he pointed towards the darkness ahead.

Looking in the direction he was pointing, he could see eleven identical dark gates erected there.

Harry counted the number of those gates, and then he was a little dazed.

Because the black gates he saw in his dream clearly had twelve doors.

But right now, there is one missing.

Harry's doubts didn't last long, because soon there was a loud noise behind them.

Everyone quickly turned their heads, but saw that the entrance door that had been open behind them had been tightly closed at this moment.

Not only that, with a series of loud rumblings, the candles on the wall began to move next to the net, and the entire circular space began to rotate at high speed!

The faint blue flames were blurred around the crowd, like a neon tube.

Harry couldn't care about the others anymore, and he reached out and grabbed Aberforth's arm.

Ron and Hermione made the same choice, one hugging Aberforth's thigh and the other hugging Aberforth's waist.

Only George and Fred still barely maintained a fighting posture at the scene.

They drew out their wands, back to back, ready to fight.

However, just a few seconds later, everything stopped.

The rumbling noise quietly ceased, and the wall stopped rotating.

Only the flame on the candlestick was still trembling, showing everyone the traces of the scene just now.

Of course, the traces left were not only the trembling flames, but also the black gates erected around the crowd.

Harry was surprised to find that their number had changed from the original eleven to twelve!

This is the number after the door when they came.

In other words...

"Damn, we are trapped!"

Aberforth cursed and said the bad idea in Harry's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and pulled the stupid Harry off his arm and said:

"Hurry up and show us the next direction. The mechanism has been triggered. If someone is there, they must now know that we are coming!"

Hearing that, Harry slapped his spirits, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes kept scanning the twelve doors in front of him, but he couldn't say a word.

His appearance made Aberforth's brows frowned slightly.

Aberforth bent down and kept looking straight with Harry, and said every word:

"You, don't you know where to find them next?"

"Forehead-"

Harry instinctively avoided Aberforth's eagle-eyed gaze.

This move left Aberforth completely speechless.

He stood up and slapped his forehead with a strong slap, and said helplessly:

"So you are actually not prepared for anything. You just want to break into the Department of Mystery Recklessly with your blood? Merlin's beard! The most outrageous thing is that I'm still with you! I'm really... The more I go back!"

"Don't say that," Ron retorted somewhat dissatisfied. "It's amazing that Harry knows that Principal Dumbledore is trapped in the Department of Mysteries!"

"Yes, that's right!"

"I don't agree with this view!"

George and Fred also supported Harry when they heard the words.

It's a pity that their expressions hidden in the dark are as helpless as Aberforth at this time.

They also realized how outrageous what they and others were doing.

It's just that the mouth is stiff.

"Don't be so discouraged!" Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. "We are all here. Maybe we can search door by door. Anyway, we have no way out, right?"

Hearing that Harry's eyes lit up, and he quickly said:

"Yes, that's it! Although I don't know the exact direction, I still have an impression of the layout of the place!

I promise, as long as I take a look, I will recognize it! "

"Oh! That's really good news!" Gu

Aberforth rolled his eyes at Harry and said, but after he said, he walked directly to the first mountain gate on the left, obviously wanting to try again as Hermione said.

He gently pressed one hand on the door, and his other hand was holding the wand tightly, ready to deal with the attack that might come after the door was opened.

The door opened very easily.

This is easier than Aberforth and others imagined.

The door and the door frame here seem to have been specially lubricated, and even the slightest friction between opening and closing did not even sound.

After the door opened, another huge room appeared in front of everyone.

A huge glass water tank is placed in the center of this room.

The only set of magic lights in the room is placed on the high ceiling above it.

The white light it emits hits the glass water tank straight, reflecting the dark green liquid inside as beautiful as emerald.

The only regret is that there are many pearly white things floating quietly in this box of ‘Emerald’.

They feel like swimming fish, but they don't move, but they are also very strange in shape-they are irregular circles.

"What is this?"

Ron asked in a low voice.

"Brain," Aberforth said lightly, "the brains of people who have been silent in the past, these guys are really crazy, and they want to use this method to perpetuate their consciousness!"

It was said that Harry, Ron and others were a little confused, and Aberforth's words made them a little confused.

Hermione walked two steps quickly, leaned against the glass water tank and looked inward.

This allowed her to confirm that what Aberforth said was true.

It was just that with her movements, the brains that were originally still in the water tank all began to float irregularly.

"Aberforth, how do you know that these are the brains of silent people?" Hermione frowned and warned. "I remember you said you never came here!"

"Yes, I've never been here, but that doesn't prevent me from knowing some things here." Aberforth shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and then pointed to the stone base of the huge water tank. Because, it's all written on it."

Upon hearing the words, Hermione leaned forward and looked at it.

Sure enough, I saw densely packed text engraved on the dark base, all with descriptions of this "brain hall" and the names of silent people who dedicated their lives to the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, my God, sorry, Aberforth, I shouldn't..."

Hermione apologized somewhat helplessly, but Aberforth sneered:

"Forget it, don't talk about it."

After that, he went forward and carefully looked at the brains in the giant water tank that were swimming as fast as a real fish, and muttered:

"Merlin, it's incredible. They... They seem to have really succeeded! These brains are still active on their own, as if they really have their own consciousness!"

As soon as Aberforth's voice fell, a few brains banged heavily against the glass wall in front of him.

This scared Hermione straight back several steps, her face full of horror.

And Aberforth frowned deeply and said:

"You heard what I said? Are you...angry?"

Aberforth slowly raised his wand, "This is really disgusting. I want to destroy this thing. Its existence is an ethical blasphemy. The deceased should honestly return to silence instead of living in a lingering life. In this world!"

As soon as this statement came out, the brains in the water tank became more and more active.

A large number of brains were all squeezed in the corner, as if trying to get Liaberforth further away.

Harry said unbearably:

"Aberforth, don't waste time, we have to go to Dumbledore, let's go!"

While speaking, Harry boldly grabbed the hand of Aberforth holding the wand and tried to pull it away from the water tank.

When Aberforth saw this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he did not resist, so he let Harry lead him away.

It wasn't until they left the water tank for a certain distance that those brain activities gradually slowed down.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

To be honest, he also felt that the existence of those ‘brains in the tank’ was a bit wrong.

This kind of things that surpassed his cognition and generally only appeared in horror movies made people feel very uneasy.

However, if these brains are really self-aware.

So once the water tank was broken, wouldn't it kill hundreds of lives in an instant?

With the last irritation, Harry glanced at the water tank one last time.

It was this look that stunned him.

Because at this moment, the brain in the water tank has automatically converged into a Roman numeral-Ⅶ!

"Gosh! Aberforth! Look at it!"

Hard pulled Aberforth's arm and said.

Hearing that Aberforth and the others turned their heads together.

Just a moment before they turned their heads, the brains in the water tank had already dispersed again, returning to the previous disorderly floating appearance.

"What do you want us to see?"

Aberforth frowned and said dissatisfied.

Harry didn't speak, but rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The scene that just happened before him made him wonder if he had hallucinations!

Hermione walked over quickly, she reached out and touched Harry's forehead, and said with some worry:

"Harry, your forehead is hot, is there hallucinations?"

"Or... maybe."

Harry stammered.

He didn't know why he lied.

It was as if there was a consciousness in the dark begging him to do this, and he instinctively agreed.

This feeling was so strange that Harry couldn't describe it at all.

Aberforth shook his head when he heard the words, and strode forward and continued walking.

Harry also walked out of the "brain hall" with the help of Hermione and Ron.

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Then there was another rumbling noise in the wall.

"The mark appears!"

Hermione hurriedly gestured through the air with her magic wand.

Following her movement, a fiery red X appeared on the door.

The next moment, the wall began to rotate at a high speed again.

But this time, in the swaying of a blue fire, there was still a large group of gold and red.

After everything stopped, everyone was surprised to find that the mark Hermione had made before had not disappeared.

George and Fred praised excitedly:

"Hermione, you think so wonderfully! We can make a lot of progress with these."

"Don't be too happy!" Aberforth shook his head and said, "What's hidden here is not a pure physical mechanism, but space magic!

You know, even if I have never been here, the Department of Mysteries, as the most mysterious department of the Ministry of Magic, cannot have only twelve rooms.

I dare say that if you push open the marked door again, the room inside will not be the brain hall. "

"What are you talking about? It's impossible!"

Ron spoke in a huff, and even after he wanted to reach out and push the marked door directly, fortunately George and Fred hurriedly pulled him back again.

Hermione's expression of joy at this moment also fell silent again.

She knew very well that what Aberforth said was most likely the truth.

But if that was the case, wouldn't it mean that they would almost never find the room in Harry's dream?

Moreover, they may not even be able to leave here!

Thinking like this, Hermione instinctively glanced at Harry's discovery, only to find that Harry was staring at a black door.

If you follow the order from left to right, this black door should be the seventh door!