Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 405

The old Ministry of Magic.

Nine floors underground, Department of Mystery Affairs.

Since the Ministry of Magic moved, it has been sealed by Dumbledore with powerful magic.

Every floor below should be pitch black without light, but if someone breaks in at this time, you will find that when the elevator reaches the ninth floor, there is only a plain black line at the end of the long closed tight There were a few torches burning on the wall of the corridor of the door.

Someone has entered here.

Stepping into the black gate, inside is a huge round room.

Everything in the house, including the ceiling and floor, is all black. Some are exactly the same, without any marks, and the black doors without even the door handles are separated from each other some distance, and they are inlaid on the black wall.

The wall between every two doors is dotted with a candle with a faint blue fire.

The giant room of Nuo Da is illuminated by twelve tiny candles.

It gave people a cold feeling, the faint flickering candlelight was reflected on the bright marble floor, as if a black pool was stepping under the feet.

The Department of Mysteries, twelve doors, behind these doors are the ancient and advanced studies of the magic world, even those forgotten magic. This is where the wizards are pursuing the magic of their highest attainments. As for the wizards who are willing to work in the Department of Mysteries, there are few Ministry of Magic politicians who are eager for quick success, but some are out of the picture and are really willing to devote their time to the gathering place of the wizards in the most mysterious magic field.

These research directions include the Brain Hall, Unknown Locked Room, Time Hall, Prophecy Hall, Planetary Room...

But none of them exist anymore.

They were moved to the room of the Department of Mysteries of the New Ministry of Magic.

But one room is an exception, because it cannot be controlled by a wizard, and it is the only thing that was not created by a wizard.

Even the time hall involving time was created by wizards.

Only it has never been understood by wizards.

The reason why the first few wizards chose to establish the Ministry of Magic here was to study the door that had not been standing for long.

At this time, in the round black room, two doors were opened, one was the entrance to this place, and the other was a hidden door with a little light revealed.

The space inside that gate is huge, as big as half a football field.

The room was dimly lit, and I couldn't even see what was on the other side when standing on both sides.

The space is square, and the center is sunken to form a huge stone pit, about six or seven meters deep.

The stone steps surround the whole room, like stone benches, gradually descending from one level to the next, and each level is steep, like a lecture theatre.

Pushing open the door, the position where you are standing is on the highest step. The center of the stone pit is a raised and unremarkable stone platform with a diameter of fifteen meters. It is easy to stand for hundreds of people.

On the stone platform stands a tall stone arch, full of ancient atmosphere, as if it will last forever.

From the side, Shimen is not heavy, only a few tens of centimeters, and its dilapidated appearance makes every wizard who sees it feel strange: it has been countless years, it can still stand there without falling down.

There is no support around the arch. A tattered gray curtain or a gray curtain hangs on it. Although the air here is cold and there is no wind, it keeps swinging gently, as if Just been touched by someone.

At this moment, there is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting on the edge of the stone platform. He has a frown and sighs from time to time.

Not far from him, between the edge of the stone platform and the bottom step, there were more than a hundred strong men trembling, and they looked at the young man with terrified expressions. They also thought that they were already the most brutal people in the world, killing people without blinking, but compared with this weird young man, they were no different from simple white rabbits.

Because on the other side of the stone arch, there are nearly a hundred corpses lying quietly.

Died silently.

The boy kept throwing them into the silver-white curtain that seemed to be shaking.

Then the body fell to the other side, and there was no movement.

Among those who deserve the death penalty, some are powerful and rich.

"Let me go, I have money! As long as you let me go, I will give you ten million dollars!" someone yelled.

"Yankee, go and die. Let me let me go, I'll give you ten million pounds!" Another person pushed him down, yelling impatiently.

"I am twenty million!"

Harry was annoyed by the noise.

"Shut up all to me."

As soon as the voice fell, the loudest people who had just shouted suddenly tightened their mouths.

"Hmm..." They wanted to continue to say something, but they could only make a hum, and couldn't feel the presence of their lips.

The others strayed away from them in horror. The lower half of the faces of the few people became smooth, and their mouths disappeared, looking terrifying.

"What kind of monster are you!" Someone was crazy.

Favorable inducements, but also threats.

"Do you know who I am? I am the patriarch of the Italian Livère family and the godfather of the Mafia. If you dare to kill me, I will make you regret your whole life, your parents, your grandparents..." The fierce man threatened with stern voice.

He usually threatened others with his wife and children, but looking at Harry's age, he felt that he must have no children. Threatening with grandparents was the first time.

"Oh?" Harry looked at him.

This important figure in the mafia suddenly contracted his heart, worrying about whether his words were too heavy.

"Then you go and discuss with them." Harry waved his hand, and the fat man who was at least 300 catties flew out from the crowd like a carrot, and then flew to the stone arch that symbolized death.

"No!" He was struggling hard in the air, but just doing useless work.

Then, his body passed through the slightly swaying curtain, and instantly fell silent.

Smashed into a pile of corpses without even convulsions.

The people who were still alive looked at this scene pale, they had seen the same thing hundreds of times.

Run away, yes, there is a half-open door on the steps.

There is hope as long as you escape.

But it's not that no one has done this.

As soon as they had that intention, they were terrified to discover that they couldn't even control their bodies.

Obviously, his body was facing the black door, but the leg below the knee suddenly "clicked" and turned 180 degrees.

This is unspeakable pain, their painful faces are distorted, tears and noses run down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

Then fell on the other side of Shimen.

The remaining people have accepted their mortal ending.

They had Muggle eyes, and they just muttered: "I must be a good person in my next life."

Harry carefully searched for the Muggle soul who had just died, then stared at the stone gate that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

He whispered to himself: "What are you?"

He did so many experiments, and the people who threw in one after another, only came to the conclusion that all the lives that pass through this door will immediately disappear and be swallowed by this door.

You know, the soul of a person who dies normally will survive for a short time before dissipating.

The soul of the person who passed through the curtain immediately disappeared.

No wonder the Ministry of Magic calls this room the Hall of Death.

For a considerable period of time, the death hall was used as a place for execution.

Harry stroked the cold stone and said silently: "Torn apart."

Remove palm.

No trace was left on the stone.

This was impossible. After Harry drank the water in the fountain of good luck, his magic power had skyrocketed to an incredible level.

Any magic he releases has unparalleled energy.

Even if it is the hardest diamond in nature, it is a synthetic alloy material with higher hardness than diamond.

Under Harry's magic ~www.mtlnovel.com~ will be completely shattered.

Harry couldn't even leave a trace on this stone gate that had existed for an unknown period of time.

Looking down at the dozens of people who were still alive, Harry was not in the mood to continue, I am afraid that no matter how many people are thrown, nothing will change.

Harry's powerful mental power surged out, tearing everyone's souls apart.

Anyway, they were all guilty people, and Harry wouldn't be intolerable at all.

Black lotus-like flames rose up from them, swallowing them completely in two seconds.

"Strong fire, it's really home travel, killing people, destroying corpses, and must have high-quality black magic."

After everyone disappeared, there was silence in the dimly lit room.

But in Harry's ears, it was not like that.

From the moment he entered this room, he seemed to hear a voice from the side of the curtain, the noisy voice of countless people talking at the same time, so that Harry couldn't even hear a clear sentence.

Even when he saw this ancient stone gate, his mind was suddenly attracted, tempting him into the curtain, as if something was pulling him invisibly.

Harry woke up suddenly when his nose was only a few centimeters away from the drapery.

Evil, really evil.

Harry finally patted the stalwart side of Shimen: "Can't you give me some reaction."

Shimen is of course indifferent.

Harry looked around, grinning at the corner of his mouth, and took off his pants at the place where the stone platform and the stone gate were connected...

"Hush..." Harry whistled comfortably.

Harry murmured: "Wait for me to set up an industrial cutting machine, and turn it around for a hundred years, and see if I can take you down."

Subsequently, Harry disappeared from the Department of Mysteries.

Only the stone gate that exuded a faint light still stood, and the slightly swaying curtain seemed a little dissatisfied.

Chapter end