Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 487 The Almighty

The bell for the end of the exam rang quickly. As soon as he heard the bell, Harry ran out of the infirmary.

He started running, pushing aside the students who were blocking his way, paying no attention to their angry complaints.

Harry rushed down two floors at full speed and reached the top of the marble stairs. At this time, he saw Ron and Hermione hurriedly walking towards him.

"Harry!" Hermione said hurriedly. She looked panicked. "What happened? Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"Where have you been?" Ron also asked anxiously.

"Come with me." Harry said quickly, "Come, I have to tell you something."

Harry led them along the corridor on the second floor, looking into the classroom from door to door along the way.

He finally found an empty classroom and rushed in. As soon as Ron and Hermione entered, he immediately closed the door behind them, leaned against the door, and faced them.

"Voldemort has captured Sirius."

"What?"

"How did you-"

"I saw it. Just now, when I fell asleep during the exam." Harry replied.

"But, where was it? How was it caught?" Hermione asked with a pale face.

"I don't know how I caught it," Harry said irritably, "but I know exactly where it is. There is a room full of shelves in the Department of Mysteries, and the shelves are full of glass balls. They are in row 97

At the end of the shelf... there was something he wanted, and he wanted to use Sirius to get it... He was torturing Sirius... He said he would kill Sirius in the end!"

Harry found that his voice was shaking, and so were his knees. He moved to a table and sat on it, trying to calm down.

"How do we get there?" he asked them.

Everyone was silent for a while. Then Ron asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the Department of Mysteries and save Sirius!" Harry said loudly.

"But, but, Harry!" Ron shouted weakly.

"What? What?" Harry asked in surprise. He didn't understand why they were all staring at him dumbfounded, as if he was asking them to do something ridiculous.

"Harry." Hermione asked in confusion, "Voldemort has entered the Ministry of Magic, how could he not be discovered?"

"How do I know?" Harry yelled, "The question is how do we get in!"

"But... Harry, think about it," Hermione said, taking a step towards him. "It's five o'clock in the afternoon? The Ministry of Magic must be full of staff? How could no one see Voldemort?

How about going in with Sirius, Harry? They are probably the two most famous of all the wanted wizards? Do you think they could get into a building full of Aurors without being discovered?"

"I don't know, maybe Voldemort is wearing an invisibility cloak or something!" Harry shouted. "Anyway, every time I go to the Department of Mysteries, there's always no one there -"

"You've never been there, Harry," Hermione retorted forcefully, "You dreamed about that place, that's all."

"Those are not ordinary dreams!" Harry shouted at her as he stood up and took a step closer to her, trying to grab her and shake her a few times. "How do you explain Ron's father? That's all

What's going on? How do I know what happened to him?"

"He's on to the point." Ron said softly, looking at Hermione.

"But it's... it's so impossible!" Hermione said anxiously, "Harry, Sirius is always at Grimmauld Place. How could Voldemort catch him?"

"I don't know!" Harry yelled, "Maybe Sirius can't stand it anymore and just wants to breathe some fresh air, maybe just-"

"Harry, calm down!" Hermione shouted suddenly, interrupting Harry.

"What if this is a trap?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"What if Voldemort hurts Sirius just to get you out of the castle?" Hermione asked again, "What if Voldemort hurts Sirius just to get you?"

"If so!" Harry yelled, "Should I just ignore him? Hermione, he is my only relative."

After Harry said this, Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and then Ron asked:

"what should we do?"

"We must use the Floo Network." After Harry finished speaking, he quickly ran upstairs.

"But Umbridge monitors all the chimneys," Hermione said.

"Yes, except for her own." Ron continued, "I'll go find George and Fred, hoping they haven't run out of fireworks yet. How about we meet in the empty classroom next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office?"

"

"What a great idea!" Hermione said.

"Okay, let's do it then!" Harry said, pulling Hermione and running towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

…

"Lured by the devil, they took the forbidden fruit."

"Since then, there have been wars, plagues, famines, and...death!"

With a weird smile on her face, Hathaway Romanoff threw the "Red Priest's Book" and the scepter of the Declined Queen that she had been holding in her hand into the black lake behind her, and then reached out to tear off the barren crown on her head.

Throw it down.

After doing all this, Hathaway Romanoff smiled, picked up the wizard and witch, and stepped into the empty arch.

…

The ninth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries——

The large chaotic smoke hovering above the curtains began to rotate rapidly. As the chaotic smoke rotated, a thick red book, a staff that seemed to be made of crystal, and a gorgeous crown emerged from the mist.

flew out.

It was the "Red Priest's Tome", the Scepter of the Declined Queen and the Crown of Desolation that had just been thrown into the water by Hathaway Romanoff.

However, the thick book, staff and crown did not fly towards anyone in the Golden Book Conference, but rushed out between the curtains and disappeared without a trace.

The mist above the curtains also slowly fell, gradually becoming thicker and solidifying——

In the center between the curtains, it became a tall, empty arch.

"I am Alpha, I am Omega!"

"I am the Almighty, who was, who is, and who is to come!"

It was like the overlapping voices of billions of people came from the door.

Dumbledore, Nicolème Wu Peirong, Maka-Fal-Monkasa, Slytherin and I looked at each other, packed their things very quickly, and each took off the observation instruments on their heads.

Fleeing between the curtains as if fleeing.

Soon, the space between the curtains, which had been bustling with activity just now, with frequent visions, became empty. Except for a few vague spells and invisible light occasionally coming from the stone arch in the middle, there was nothing else.

Other voices.