Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"No!" Harry squatted on the floor again.

His face was buried in the palm of his hand, and his brain hurt, as if someone had to take it out of his skull.

"Get up!" Snape snapped. "Get up! You didn't do it, didn't work hard!"

Harry stood up and his heart jumped wildly.

Opposite him, Snape looked paler and more angry than usual, though far less angry than Harry.

"I worked hard," he said with a bite.

"No, you don't, I told you to leave your feelings!"

"Yes? I find it hard to do now," Harry muttered.

"Then you can easily be used by the Dark Devils!" Snape said cruelly. "Proud, emotional fools, do not control their feelings, indulge in terrible, sad memories, make themselves so vulnerable Stimulating. In a word, Potter, the weak, they are vulnerable to his magic! You are like this, it is easy for him to invade your thoughts!"

"I'm not weak," Harry whispered, burning in anger and feeling that he might soon be Snape.

"That just prove it! Control yourself!" Snape scolded, "Resist your anger, manage your brain! Let's come again! Prepare! Take care of God!"

He watched Uncle Vernon crucify the mailbox, and a hundred dementors floated from the opposite side.

Then he came to the corridor without windows, and he had done this dream many times before.

But this time it was not a dream. Harry returned to the day he and Ai Wen went to the Ministry of Magic for trial, August 12.

Mr. Weasley took him and Ai Wen to rush to the underground courtroom and they passed the same place.

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

"I know! I know!"

Harry threw himself down on the ground in Snape's office, and the scars were generally painful.

He propped up and saw Snape holding his wand and glaring at him. This time Snape did not seem to wait for Harry to resist and remove the spell.

"What happened, Potter?" he asked, staring at Harry.

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

“Are you aware of it?” Snape asked sharply.

Harry didn't answer right away. He glared at his forehead and was still looking back at the dazzling epiphany.

He often dreamed of a corridor without windows for a few months, with a locked door at the end.

But I never realized that it was a real place. Now, recalling, he found that it was the corridor that he and Ivan and Weasley went to the courtroom. It led to the Department of Mystery, and Voldemort wanted to go in. .

"What's in the mystery department?" He looked up at Snape.

"What are you talking about?" Snape whispered, and Harry quickly saw him panicking.

"I said, what is there in the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, Professor?"

"Why are you asking this?" Snape asked slowly.

"Because." Harry stared at Snape to see how he reacted. "The corridor I saw, I have been dreaming about it for months. I just realized that it leads to the Department of Mystery. I think Voldemort is eager to get there..."

"Don't say the name of the Dark Devil!"

They glared at each other, and Harry's scars burned, but he didn't care about it.

Snape seemed to be nervous, trying to pretend to be cold and indifferent when he spoke.

"There are many things in the Mystery Division. Potter, a lot, a lot, is far beyond your imagination, but there are not a few things that you can understand, and which ones are not yours. Am I clear? ”

"Clear," said Harry, still licking the scar, and it hurts more and more.

"Very good, so far today, I hope that you will come over at the same time on Wednesday, and we will continue to practice."

"Okay," said Harry, and he couldn't wait to leave Snape's office to find Irwin, Ron and Hermione.

"You have to eliminate all feelings before going to bed every night, so that your mind is blank and calm, understand?"

"Understood," said Harry, but he barely listened.

"Be careful, Potter, I will know if you have practiced."

"Yes," Harry whispered. He rubbed his bag over his shoulder and walked quickly toward the door.

When he opened the door, he looked back at Snape. He was facing Harry, using his wand to pick his thoughts out of the meditation basin and carefully put them back in his head.

Harry gently brought the door, and the scar was still bursting.

Finally, Harry found four people in the library, including Irving, Hermione, Elaine, and Ron.

Elaine was looking through a book about the history of the vampire, and Evan, Hermione, and Ron were writing homework.

For the ols exam, other students are also there, almost all fifth grade.

They are also sitting at the table with the lights on, the nose is on the book, and the feather pen is written wildly.

The sky outside the window is getting darker and darker, and the only sound is Mrs. Pins’s shoes.

She stalked back and forth in the aisle, screaming at the neck of the person who touched her baby books.

Harry was a little awkward, the scar was still hurting, and he felt a little feverish.

"God, you look bad, Harry!" said Ron.

"What happened, what did he do to you?" asked Ai Wen.

"You're okay, Harry?" Hermione whispered, revealing a worried expression.

Looking at Harry's appearance, Snape's individual coaching is really bad. What happened between them?

Elaine put down the book and looked up at Harry.

"I'm fine!" Harry said annoyedly, frowning with pain. "Tell you, I just found one thing."

He looked around and spoke about what he had just seen and thought about.

Ai Wen also frowned. Harry finally knew about it. What would Dumbledore do? !

Will you adopt Ai Wen’s opinion, he should now take Carrexis to find Grindelwald for treatment, and when the vampire’s things come to an end, it’s the turn of the Ministry’s prediction ball, which is Voldemort’s must Get something.

But to be honest, from the current situation, Voldemort's strength is slightly weaker.

His army has not yet been formed, and his heartfelt heart is that his Death Eaters are still being held in Azkaban.

He himself was as strong as Dumbledore and was made by Harry. The wand didn't work for him.

The statue of the evil spirit was eaten by Ai Wen, and now there is a decisive battle. Voldemort has no chance of winning.

The only thing he can rely on now is the Horcrux. He is not dead until the Horcrux is completely destroyed.

In particular, he made the statue of the evil **** into a Horcrux, which is very troublesome, and the thing is hard to destroy.

Originally, there was the power of evil spirits to protect, and now the power of the Horcrux has been increased. It is difficult to destroy it with magic.

Ai Wen felt that he should find a way to get an unbeatable weapon.

Of course, this is just a comparison of the strengths on the bright side. The terrible things of the evil spirits have not yet appeared. The terrible things of Voldemort are not reflected. No one can guarantee the existence of evil for eternal life and conquering the world without his own body. Under the guidance of the evil spirits, he will transform himself into a monster.

Therefore, the sooner the decisive battle is done, the better for them. Voldemort will not give opportunities, then create opportunities for themselves.