Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Hermione drew in midair with her wand, and a flaming cross appeared on the door.

When the door closed behind them with a click, an ear-splitting rumbling sounded immediately, and the wall began to spin quickly again.

But in the faint blue light, there was a huge, fuzzy golden red. When everything stood still again, the flaming fork was still burning, indicating that they had already entered the door.

"Good job," Harry complimented: "Now, let's try this one again—"

He still strode straight to the one in front of him The door, holding the wand and pushing the door open, the others still followed behind.

Here is a bit bigger than the one just now. It is dimly lit, square in shape, and sunken in the center, forming a huge stone pit, about twenty feet deep.

The stone steps surround the entire house, like a stone bench, Level 1 Level 1 gradually descend, and each Level 1 is very steep.

It’s like a lecture theatre, or Harry was The courtroom where Wizengamot interrogated,

They stood on the highest Level 1 step.

But there is no chair with chains in the center of the stone pit. Instead, there is a raised stone platform with an arch on top of it. It looks very old and dilapidated. Harry wondered about it. It can still stand there without falling down.

The arches all around without any wall support, a tattered black curtain or a drapery hung on it, although the air here is cold and there is no wind, but it is swinging lightly, as if It was just touched by someone.

"Who is there?"

Harry said, jumping to the next Level 1 stone bench. But no one answered, but the curtain was still waving.

"Careful!"

Hermione lowered her voice.

Harry quickly climbed down the stone bench layer by layer to the bottom of the stone pit, and then slowly walked towards the stone platform. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room. This pointed arch now looks better than when looking down on it from above. Much higher.

The curtain is still swinging slightly, as if someone has just passed through it.

"Sirius?"

Harry yelled again. Since he was so close, his voice was very soft.

He has a very weird feeling. Someone must be standing behind the curtain or on the other side of the arch.

He clasped Wand tightly and cautiously walked around behind the table, but neither did he—you could only see the other side of the tattered black curtain from here.

"Let's go," Hermione shouted down to the middle of the stone steps, "It's not here either, Harry, hurry up, let's go."

It sounds like she is very Fear, more frightened than when he asked about the room where the swimming brain was placed, but Harry felt that although this arch was very old, it had a unique beauty.

The lightly fluttering curtain aroused his interest; he has a strong desire to climb on the stone platform and cross it.

"Harry, hurry up, okay?"

Hermione's tone became even more anxious.

"Come here."

He said, but he didn't move. What he had just heard, a faint whispering and murmur came from behind the curtain.

"What are you talking about?"

He asked loudly, his words echoing among the stone benches.

"No one is talking, Harry!"

Hermione said and walked towards him.

"Someone whispered from behind."

He moved, avoiding Hermione, still staring at the curtain frowned, "Is that you, Ron?"

"I'm here, buddy." Ron said as he walked out of the arch one after another.

"Can you all hear this voice?"

Harry asked urgently, because the whispering and murmurs were getting louder and louder; he found himself subconsciously His feet are standing on the stone platform.

"I can hear it too," Luna whispered and went to stand with them on the side of the arch. She stared at the moving curtain, "There are people in there!"

"What do you mean, there?"

Hermione asked angrily, jumping off the bottom step, not knowing where it was so angry,

"There is nothing in it, it's just an arch, there is no place for people to stay, Harry, don't do this anymore, get out of this hood quickly—"

Hermione grabbed him Pulled his arms outward, but he just wouldn't listen.

"Harry, we are here to save Sirius!"

She said loudly.

"Sirius," Harry repeated, still in a daze, staring straight at the constantly moving drapery,

"Oh..."

He finally came back to his senses, Sirius was caught, bound and tortured, but he was staring at the arch here... He took a few steps back and left the stone platform, his gaze suddenly shifted from the curtain opened.

"Let's go."

"I've been asking for it-very good, let's go!"

Hermione said, bypassing the stone platform and going back go.

On the other side of the stone platform, Ginny and Neville were also staring at the curtain dreamily, obviously fascinated.

Hermione and Ron didn’t say anything, Hermione grabbed Ginny’s arm, Ron grabbed Neville’s arm, and strode resolutely to the bottom stone bench, climbing all the way back to this room. Entrance.

"What do you think...that arch is?"

When they returned to the black round room, Harry asked Hermione.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it must be dangerous."

Hermione said affirmatively, and drew an X on the door.

The wall flew around again, and then stopped again.

Harry picked a door indiscriminately and walked over, pushed it, but the door didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"It...is locked."

Harry said as he knocked over with his whole body, the door still didn't move.

"It seems to be it, right?"

Ron said excitedly, working hard with Harry, trying to knock the door open: "It must be it."

"Get out of the way!"

Hermione shrieked that she used wand to aim at the position of the door lock, saying: "Alohomora!"

The door is still the same.

"Sirius's knife!"

Harry said, he took the knife from his robe and inserted it through the gap between the door and the wall.

Others watched him eagerly as he drew his knife from the top to the bottom, then he drew the knife and hit it again with his shoulder.

The door was still closed like before, and not only that, when Harry looked down, he found that the blade had melted.

"In this way, we don't care about this room anymore."

Hermione said decisively.

"But, what if it's this one?"

Ron said, looking at the door both worried and hopeful.

"Impossible, Harry can go through all the doors in his dream."

Hermione said, making another mark on the door, and at the same time, Harry put The scrapped Sirius's knife handle was put back in his pocket.