Chapter 600 Mysterious Room

The torchlight in the corridor emitted a narrow and long light from behind. Hermione, who entered last, closed the door behind her. The room suddenly became dim, with only the blue flames on the wall swaying slightly, reflected on the smooth floor like a lake.

Everything here is black, including the floor and ceiling.

Loren looked around the candlelight and the door, carefully looking at the room. Twelve black doors were embedded in the wall. They looked exactly the same from the outside. There was no house number sign, and it was impossible to guess what was hidden behind the door. There was no handle, and it seemed to refuse outsiders to open it.

The Department of Mysteries, the most secretive department of the Ministry of Magic.

Compared with the Law Enforcement Department, the International Affairs Cooperation Department, the Accident and Disaster Management Department, the Magical Creature Management Department, and even the Transportation Department and the Sports Department, which have long appeared in newspapers, the Department of Mysteries has never appeared in public reports, and is rarely mentioned in various books and materials.

The wizards who work here are called the Silent Ones. All tasks are top secret, and no one has ever known what they are doing.

Some people speculated that they were analyzing ancient forbidden magic and studying the nature of magic, while others speculated that they specialized in handling unspeakable events for those in power and silencing opponents.

Boom...

Along with the sound of the boulder moving, the walls of the entire room began to rotate, faster and faster, and the blue candles like phosphorescent fire gradually blurred and dragged into a circle of light, like neon tubes on Muggle streets.

Sirius was full of vigilance and glanced around vigilantly: "Be careful..."

"Don't be nervous, this is the normal protection measure of the Department of Mysteries."

Hermione explained in a low voice, as if to confirm her statement, the rotating wall stopped, the blue candlelight calmed down, and burned silently on the candlestick.

The strange silence gave rise to depression, filling the round room, and Ron couldn't help but whispered: "Do Voldemort and the Death Eaters really control the Ministry of Magic? I mean, it doesn't look like there are people here... Not only are there no Death Eaters, but there are no Ministry of Magic staff, nothing..."

"Harry, how did you find my father, how did you find Voldemort?" Ron asked.

George and Fred looked at him eagerly, and even Ginny's face was full of anxiety.

"I remember..."

Harry's eyes reflected the blue firelight, and he said in a trance: "I walked out of the elevator, opened the door at the end of the corridor, and entered a black room, this one... So far, everything is exactly the same as in my dream."

"Go through a door and enter a room that looks like... like it will glow. Go through that room, and behind it is a room full of display shelves, with countless crystal balls on the shelves..."

Harry looked at the doors opposite, trying to remember which one to enter.

Loren turned his head to look at Hermione beside him.

"The Hall of Prophecy, that's the Hall of Prophecy." Hermione thought, "Dumbledore and Professor Moody took me here before. To reach the Hall of Prophecy, we need to pass through the Hall of Time. We need to find the door to the Hall of Time among the twelve doors... I don't know how Dumbledore distinguished them, so I can only try them one by one."

An adult wizard and seven young wizards were still in the safe house protected by the Fidelius Charm a few minutes ago. In a blink of an eye, they came to the Department of Mysteries to rescue two Ministry of Magic employees from the Death Eaters and Voldemort. For some reason, Hermione always felt that she couldn't get nervous.

It was as if there were several invisible big hands behind all the things, pushing things forward in the back, making things develop according to some pre-set plan.

Hermione felt that she must have been influenced by Loren, and she didn't feel anything when she was about to face Voldemort.

"The glowing house..."

Loren listened carefully to Hermione's words, came to the wall at the edge of the room and checked carefully, holding the wand tightly in his right hand, pressing the door with his left hand and slowly pushing it open, confirming that there was no ambush, put away the wand and walked into the first open door.

The others followed closely behind him. Sirius remained alert, looking back from time to time to see if there was any noise in the surrounding rooms.

There were several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The room was spacious and bright. In the center was a glass water tank filled with dark green liquid, almost the size of a swimming pool, with faint pearly white light floating in it.

"What are these?"

"Are they fish?"

"I can't see clearly."

Loren didn't pay attention to the conversation between Harry and the others. He was squinting his eyes to observe the floating and shaking things in the water tank.

The dark and thick dark green liquid filled the entire water tank. It was not the enrichment of water that caused the proliferation of algae. It was more like a magical potion with abundant magic power. The liquid full of vitality fed the plankton in it. Many white lumps floated in it, flashing strange lights, flickering, and looked like sticky cauliflower.

Hermione approached the wall of the glass box and her body suddenly froze.

Through the water tank, she suddenly saw clearly that there were grooves of different shapes and depths on the surface of the white mass. She had seen things of that shape in Loren's anatomy book.

Hermione looked at the white masses floating in the dark green liquid, and her pupils trembled slightly.

"These are some brain specimens..." Loren gently pressed her shoulders, observed the floating brains inside, and analyzed calmly, "The surface color is white and green. This is because the lack of oxygen supply has caused the hemoglobin to lose its color. The brain tissue has softened and atrophied, proving that a certain degree of autolysis has occurred. It seems that it was taken from a corpse that died not long ago and placed in the potion to maintain its activity."

"I don't know whether it was collected by the Ministry of Magic or confiscated from the hands of dark wizards..." Loren frowned slightly and guessed thoughtfully: "It seems that someone is studying the brains of wizards."

These brains have basically no external damage. They were removed cleanly and neatly. The complete grooves and thin blood vessels attached to the surface prove that the removers are skilled.

It should not be a Muggle brain. Muggle brains are not worth the trouble to preserve.

He suspected that someone was observing the wizard's brain and conducting research on the source of magic power, or studying wisdom, but it seems that there is no result at present.

After Loren's explanation, Harry and others felt a little less strange, but still felt uncomfortable staying in this room: "Let's leave here, this room is not right, we need to find another door to try."

So they hurried back to the dark round room just now, and Hermione marked the door with her wand to prove that the door had been checked.

Loren was still thinking about the brains in the water tanks just now. At the same time, he kept walking and came to another door. He held the wand in one hand and slowly pushed forward with the other hand to open another closed black wooden door.

This room was arranged like a circular theater. The outer circle was a row of stone benches in a stepped shape. In the center was a stone pit about 20 feet long. In the center of the stone pit stood a stone arch with a tattered black curtain hanging on it... or a curtain.

There was no wind in the room, but the curtain was fluttering gently, and the ancient and decadent atmosphere permeated from the curtain.

Harry and others next to him already knew that this was not the room they were looking for, but they still walked into the stone pit and approached the archway curtain.

"Do you hear anyone talking?"

Harry asked very abruptly. He was very close to the curtain and his expression was very strange.

Several people watched him go around the arch sideways, but there was nothing behind him. He could only look at the tattered black curtain on the other side.

"No one is talking, Harry!" Sirius looked at him with a serious expression, frowning, and seemed very nervous. "Let's go, this is not right, Harry, let's go."

Harry turned his head and looked at the curtain. This shabby curtain had an indescribable beauty, which made people want to pass through the curtain and enter the archway behind.

"No one is talking, Harry!" Sirius pulled him and pulled him to the door.

"Death Curtain..."

Loren whispered in his heart. His perception penetrated into the archway through the curtain, but he did not notice anything ominous. There was only a gentle breeze, like the autumn wind blowing outside the window at dawn, very calm.

His mind sank into the curtain, and the calm and warm autumn wind suddenly accelerated, as if passing through the forbidden forest full of dead leaves. Some rustling sounds came into his ears and gradually became clear. Those were some familiar voices calling in a low voice.

However, when he concentrated and listened carefully, those sounds became vague and distant, and he could not hear anything clearly.

Loren retracted his gaze and relaxed his mind. The rustling whispers in his ears gradually faded away, and the worn curtains were still fluttering gently, like a gentle breeze.

The death curtain seemed to have the same characteristics as the Thestrals. Only those who witnessed death could feel the whispers from the world of death.

He once again thought of the story of the god of death and the three brothers. The second brother of the three brothers asked the god of death for the resurrection stone and summoned his dead wife back to his side, but he failed to usher in a happy life of reunion with his wife.

There was always a curtain between the two. The beloved was close at hand, but it was difficult to touch and communicate. The second brother finally couldn't bear the torture of missing her and chose to actively commit death to meet his wife.

Harry's state of being tempted is somewhat similar to the story of the resurrection stone...