Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“No!” Harry knelt on the ground again.

His face was buried in the palm of his hand and his brain ached as if someone were going to pull it out of his head.

“Get up!” Snape said softly, "Get up! You didn't do it, didn't try! ”

Harry stood up and his heart pounded.

Across from him, Snape looked paler and angrier than usual, though far less angry than Harry.

“I tried.” He bit his teeth and said.

“No, you didn't. I told you to throw away your feelings! ”

“Really? I find it hard to do this right now.” Harry roared.

“Then you are easily exploited by the Dark Head! Snape brutally said," Proud, emotional fools don't control their emotions, indulge in horrible, sad memories, and make themselves so easily irritated. In a word, Potter, the weak, they can't beat in front of his magic! That's what you are. He wants to invade your mind with ease! ”

“I'm not weak.” Harry whispered that he was burning in anger and felt like he was about to hit Snape.

“Then prove it! Control yourself!" Snape scolds, "restrain your anger and mind your brain! Let's do it again! Get ready! ”

He watched Uncle Vernon crucify the mailbox, and a hundred psychedelics came at him from across the street.

Then he came to the corridor with no windows, and he had this dream many times before.

But this time it wasn't a dream, and Harry went back to the day he and Ivan went to the Ministry of Magic for trial, August 12.

Mr. Weasley rushed to the underground courtroom with him and Ivan, and they passed by the same place.

Harry wanted to go in, but Mr. Weasley led him and Ivan to the left and down the stone steps.

“I got it! I got it!”

Harry fell on the floor of Snape's office again, and the scar needle was in general pain.

He stood up and saw Snape staring at him with his wand in his hand, and this time Snape seemed to have removed the spell without waiting for Harry to resist.

“What's going on, Potter?” He stared at Harry and asked.

“I saw, I remembered.” Harry gasped and said, "I just realized! ”

“Aware of what?” Snape asked loudly.

Harry did not answer immediately, he rubbed his forehead and was still returning to the dazzling enlightenment of the moment of obscurity.

For months he had often dreamed of a windowless hallway with a locked door at the end.

But never realizing it was a real place, he now remembers that it was the hallway he and Ivan and Mr. Weasley were passing when they rushed to the courtroom, leading to the Mysterious Services Division, where Voldemort wanted to go in.

“What's in the Mysterious Services Department?” He looked up at Snape.

“What did you say?” Snape asked softly, and Harry was sad to see him panicking.

“I said, what's in the Mysterious Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic, Professor? ”

“Why are you asking this?” Snape asked slowly.

“Because.” Harry stared at Snape and saw how he reacted, “I saw that hallway, I've been dreaming about it for months, I just realized that it leads to the Mysterious Affairs Division, and I think Voldemort wants to get there...”

“Don't say the name of the Black Demon Head! ”

They looked at each other angrily and Harry's scar burned again, but he ignored it.

Snape seemed a little nervous and tried to act cold and indifferent when he spoke.

“There's a lot of stuff in Mysterious Services, Porter, a lot, a lot, a lot more than you think, but there's nothing you can understand, and it's none of your business. Am I clear? ”

“Clear." Harry said, still rubbing the scar, and it was getting painful.

“Good, that's it for today, I want you to come over at the same time on Wednesday and we'll keep practicing. ”

“Okay.” Harry said, eager to leave Snape's office to find Ivan, Ron and Hermione.

“Every night before you go to bed, you rule out all emotions and leave your head blank and calm, okay? ”

“Understood." Harry said, but he hardly listened.

“Careful, Potter, I'll know you haven't practiced. ”

“Yes.” Harry whispered. He threw his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the door.

When he opened the door, he looked back at Snape, and he was turning his back on Harry, picking his thoughts out of the meditation basin with his wand, carefully putting them back in his head.

Harry grabbed the door gently and the scar was still hurting suddenly.

Finally, Harry found Ivan, Hermione, Elaine and Ron in the library.

Elaine is going through a book about the birth history of vampires, while Ivan, Hermione and Ron are writing homework.

For the O.W.Ls exam, other students are also present, almost all in fifth grade.

They also sat at the table with the lights on, their noses tucked together in the book, and their quills brushed wildly.

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and the only sound was Mrs. Pings' shoes dangling lightly.

She toured the aisle threatening to breathe into the neck of those who touched her precious books.

Harry was a little shaky, the scar was still sore, and he felt a little fever.

“God, you don't look good, Harry!” Ron said.

“What happened, what did he do to you?” Ivan asked.

“Are you all right, Harry?” Hermione also whispered with a look of concern.

Looking at Harry, Snape's individual tutoring was really bad, what happened between them?

Elaine dropped the book and looked up at Harry.

“I'm fine!” Harry said irritably, frowned, "I just found something. ”

He looked around and said what he had just seen and imagined.

Ivan frowned, and Harry finally found out what Dumbledore would do?!

Would Ivan take his advice? He should now take Kellesis to Greendward for treatment. When the vampires are done, it's time for the Prophecy Ball of the Ministry of Magic, which Voldemort must get.

But to be honest, from the current situation, Voldemort's side is a little weak.

His army has not yet been formed, and his most sincere predators are being held in Azkaban.

He himself was comparable in strength to Dumbledore and was restrained by Harry, and the wand did not work for him.

Evil statues have been eaten to death by Evan. Fight now. Voldemort has little chance of winning.

The only thing he can rely on now is the Horcrux, which was immortal until it was completely destroyed.

Especially since he also made the demon statue into a soul tool, which is troublesome and hard to destroy.

Originally protected by evil powers, it now adds the power of the Horcrux, which is already difficult to destroy by magic alone.

Ivan thinks he should find a way to get an unparalleled weapon.

Of course, this is just a stark contrast of power. The horrors of evil gods have not yet been revealed, and the horrors of Voldemort have not been revealed. For the sake of eternity and conquest of the world, there is no guarantee that under the guidance of evil gods, he will transform himself into a monster.

Therefore, the sooner the duel takes place, the better for them, and Voldemort does not give them a chance, so he creates his own.