Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"How is your progress here?" Bellatrix asked eagerly, heading for the five Death Eaters.

"It's very smooth, you can already enter the room where the prophecy is stored." A low voice.

"This is really good. Lukewood just told me that there are a few magics that stopped us. You have solved it now!" Bellatrix praised, "Dolphine, what you did this time." not bad……"

"How did you do it?" Lukewood asked strangely.

"Just a little trick, just..."

Harry didn't have the heart to listen to what they said, nor did they care how they cracked the magic of the Ministry.

He now knows that the main reason he has dreamed of this place is because Voldemort wants him to come here to get the prophecy.

"Someone made the same prophecy for me and Voldemort? He asked me to take this prophecy for him? Why didn't he come and take it himself?" He continued, staring at Lucius Malfoy.

"Does he come and take it?" Hearing his words, Bellatrix screamed insanely, and she turned and screamed, "People completely ignored the return of the Dark Lord, and he would walk into the magic. Now? They are wasting time looking for vampires and Dumbledore. The Dark Lord will expose himself to the Auror?"

"I understand, so he instructed you to do this dirty work for him," said Harry. "Like he wants Stodogi to steal this prophecy."

"That's right, Potter, that's right!" Malfoy said slowly. "We originally planned to take a more gentle approach, letting you come here to take the prophecy ball and hand it to us, but now there is no time..."

"You just kidnapped me out of school, aren't you afraid to be exposed?" Harry asked.

"If Dumbledore is still there, we naturally don't dare to do this," Malfoy said proudly. "As far as exposure is concerned, do you think someone in the Ministry of Magic will be willing to believe what you said? Just like you have been saying that the Dark Lord is coming back. This is the same thing."

As long as he didn't see Voldemort with his own eyes, Fudge probably wouldn't believe what Harry said.

Even if a group of Death Eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night and acted under his nose, he would pretend to be invisible.

"Go in, you just have to cooperate, we may let you live back to Hogwarts."

Several Death Eaters made a rude laughter, and they walked through the corridor into the plain black door.

Like the dream, they are standing in a huge circular room.

Everything here, including the ceiling and the floor, is all black.

Some of the twelve black doors that are identical, unmarked, and without handles are separated from each other by some distance from the black walls. Some candles with blue flames are dotted on the wall, cold and shimmering. The candlelight reflected on the bright marble floor, making the floor look like a black water.

The last Death Eater closed the door, without the narrow beam of light pouring in from behind the corridor, the place became dark, so that for a while, Harry could only see the blue swaying on the wall. Candlelights and their terrible reflections on the floor.

With a loud rumbling, the candle began to move to one side and the circular wall rotated.

"Which door should I take?" Bellatrix asked impatiently.

"I'm not sure, I have to try it once to know." Lukewood said.

"Damn, these doors are always turning around. Is this the same when you were working here?"

"This is a kind of protection. Each room corresponds to different magic. The curse is in the hands of different silent people. If someone breaks into the correct cracking method, it will immediately trigger the alarm." Lukewood said. "These magics are very old. I know most of them, only a few have been replaced by them. Dolfin, are you sure to crack the magic there?"

"Of course, we have already confirmed it!" The wizard named Dolfin said that he walked to Harry's side. "The shelf in that room is covered with a small glass of gray, full of Thousands."

"Yes, that room." Lukewood nodded. "It's behind the time hall."

"Right, according to the message we stole from inside the Ministry of Magic, where the prophecy ball is."

"The 97th row, just let Potter take it down in the past."

"What are you waiting for!" Bellatrix said impatiently. "The worst result is to try twelve times!"

"There are not so many, there are three doors that are locked for a long time," Lukewood said. "Respectively, it is necessary to keep the magic relics of the ancient times, the powerful magic books and the famous legendary magic items in history. The silent person can open."

"If there are really powerful magic items inside, why don't we grab it?"

"That's because no one knows who the 13 silent people who keep the keys are, and even the Minister of Magic doesn't know. I want to investigate one by one, and I need to master this Ministry of Magic to do it." Lukewood said. "And most of the things inside have been damaged. If you lose all your magic, you will have a name left. It won't be useful."

Lukewood chose a door, and Harry was pushed and followed.

This room is much larger than the one just there, and it is also dimly lit.

It is square and hollow in the center, forming a huge stone pit, about twenty feet deep.

The stone steps surround the whole house, like a stone bench. The first level is gradually descending. Each level is steep, like a lecture hall, or a courtroom that Harry had been questioned by Wissen Gamma. The position of the station is on the highest step.

But the center of the crater did not have a chair with an iron chain, but instead a raised stone platform.

It has an arch on it, which looks old and ruined, and Harry wonders that it can still stand there without falling down.

There is no wall support around the arch, a tattered black curtain or hanging on it, although the air here is cold and cold, there is no wind, but it is gently swinging, as if it has just been touched .

"Not here!"

"What is the door below?" Harry couldn't help but ask, staring at the swaying sway.

Although this arch is very old, it has a unique beauty.

The gently fluttering cockroach aroused his interest. He had a strong desire to climb the stone platform through it.