Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In the dark, Harry came back into that windowless hallway, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in silence.

“It's that damn dream again!” He muttered, futilely following the steps of brain closure to close the brain.

Since apologizing to Snape as Ivan suggested, Harry has restarted his cerebral confinement program.

At the time, the atmosphere in the office was absolutely tense and awkward to the extreme.

For a few seconds, Harry felt Snape wanted to jump up and kill himself.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just notifying Harry of his new class hours.

This seems to imply forgiveness, as Harry once thought, and he intends to tell Sirius, Ivan and Hermione about it.

But Harry soon regretted it, and Snape's next move was absolutely revenge.

He will not choose forgiveness for Harry's apology, and he may want to humiliate Harry by putting him back on the course.

Absolutely so, Snape wants revenge on Harry for what Harry's father, James, did to him in the past.

“Doesn't work!” Harry gave up his efforts to close his brain and walked into the door in front of him.

Behind the door is a round house with black walls, black floors, blue flame candles, and several doors around it.

Twelve doors, to be exact.

“Which one should I choose?” Harry stared at several doors in front of him and wanted to decide which one to go into.

With loud rumbling sounds, the candles began to move to one side and the circular walls rotated.

This dream is becoming more and more real. Harry knows he's going deep into his brain. Perhaps tonight he'll know his true purpose...

It's a good opportunity Harry doesn't want to give up.

Then, as suddenly as at the beginning, the rumbling disappeared and everything returned to calm.

Harry's eyes flashed with a blue light, and he couldn't see anything else.

The blue light spins, rapidly spins, and he is being expelled and reawakened.

At the very least, he should take another look at what's inside the next door, but it's not working and his gaze is getting blurred.

Harry woke up from his slumber and gasped hard to get the air into his lungs.

Strangely, instead of lying on a comfortable four-poster bed, he sat on a cold floor.

“Ron?” Harry tried to scream, trying to figure out what was going on.

No response. Did Ron go out with Lavender again?

But what's with all the echoes?

Harry became more and more confused, and he felt the ground was smooth, not rough rocks and floors like Hogwarts'.

He wanted to get up but didn't succeed. He was tied to a pole by a rope...

“Whoo, whoo!” Ha, use the force to blink your eyes so you can see clearly.

The next second, he swayed hard, incredibly looking at the golden hall in front of him.

He's been here before. This is the Ministry of Magic!

“Ministry of Magic, why am I in the Ministry of Magic?!” He became violently sober.

At this moment, apart from him, there is no one in the large hall on the ground floor of the Ministry of Magic.

The lights are darker than during the day, and there is no fire in the fireplace rack embedded in the wall, making it look cool and scary.

Fear and doubt, which is Harry's main feeling now, occupies his heart.

His memories remained in Hogwarts, before his coma.

At dinner, Harry received a notification that members of the Special Operations Group were going to talk to him.

They asked him to come to the office at 8: 00 p.m., in the former Umbridge office.

In the weeks since Dumbledore's departure, such talks had taken place many times, especially after Fred and George had fled Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic's special operations team had become more vocal and frequently interviewed students for talks.

Whenever they suspect you have a problem, they talk and try to find traces of spider thread horses from the conversation.

As a focus, Harry has been interviewed many times, usually by two particularly old Ministry of Magic officials.

Although he said he knew nothing, there was no doubt that the other side doubted him.

Fudge and the Ministry of Magic thought he must know something, and they saw Harry as the breakthrough direction to solve the current problem.

Harry doesn't see how it's going to work, he's just wasting time.

No matter how many times he talks, he won't be stupid enough to tell you about Ivan, Hermione's current hiding place, or D.A.

Harry thought it would be the same thing tonight, but when he walked into the office, he didn't see any other Magic Department officials, just Lucius Malfoy alone, and he was part of a special operations team, one of the ones he was most tired of.

Before he said anything, he fainted in front of him...

Yes, Harry remembers. He was attacked by Malfoy, but why in the Ministry of Magic?

Still tied up here, what the hell is this all about? It's so weird!

Harry had a lot of questions, and the next second, a loud conversation rang from the statue, he hurried to close his eyes.

“It doesn't work, you have to have that boy! ”

“Then take him and put his hands on that damn shelf!” This is the voice of a woman who sounds a little dull, "Lucius, did you say you brought him here? ”

“Yes, as commanded by the Dark Lord.” Lucius' smooth voice rang out and Harry's heart tightened.

“We must hurry, they will soon find Potter missing! ”

“Useless coward, are you scared?” The woman laughed.

“In the face of Dumbledore, no one will be afraid...”

“According to the information we have, Dumbledore is not in England right now. In fact, none of the major players in the Phoenix club are here, so we really need to hurry. Lukwood, as soon as Porter gets there, can we take that thing down?” Malfoy says slowly, "or must he volunteer? ”

“A person who does not need resources can remove it from the shelf without suffering and hindrance. ”

Harry heard that voice, Auguste Lukwood, a dead eater who escaped from Azkaban prison.

All his blood had gone cold and it was clear that Malfoy and a group of dead eaters had kidnapped him from the school and, in the office, Malfoy had asked him to go through with his duties and then knocked him down.

Through the uncontrolled fireplace, they can easily reach the Ministry of Magic.

Listening to what they said, the Death Eaters tied themselves up here mainly to take something from him on a shelf.

That's right, that thing right behind that door, it's something Voldemort can't wait to need.

What, is it some kind of horrible weapon?