HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

Hermione drew in mid-air with her wand, and a fiery red fork appeared over the door.

As the door clicked shut behind them, there was a deafening rumble, and the walls began to whirl again.

But in the faint blue light there was a great, fuzzy cloud of red gold, and when everything stood still again, the fiery fork was still burning, showing that the door they had passed through.

"Nice job," Harry praised, "Now, let's try this one again—"

He still strode straight to the door in front of him, raised his wand and pushed the door open, and the others still followed behind.

This was larger than the previous one, dimly lit, square, and sunken in the center, forming a gigantic stone pit about twenty feet deep.

The stone steps surround the whole house, like stone benches, gradually descending step by step, each step is very steep,

Like the lecture theater, or the courtroom where Harry was interrogated by the Wizengamot,

They were standing on the highest step.

But instead of the chained chair in the center of the stone pit, there was a raised stone platform with an arch on top of it, which looked very old and dilapidated, and Harry wondered how it could still stand there. Do not fall down.

There was no support from any walls around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung on it, and although the air here was cold and there was no wind, it was swaying gently, as if it had just been touched. .

"Who's there?"

said Harry, jumping onto the stone bench on the next step. But no one answered, but the curtain still fluttered.

"careful!"

Hermione lowered her voice.

Harry quickly climbed down the stone benches to the very bottom of the stone pit, and then walked slowly towards the stone platform. The footsteps echoed in the room, and the pointed arch now looked much higher than when looking down on it from above.

The curtain was still swaying slightly, as if someone had just passed through it.

"Sirius?"

Harry yelled again, softly because he was so close.

He had a very strange feeling that someone must be standing behind the curtain, or on the other side of the arch.

Gripping his wand tightly, he walked cautiously around behind the table, but there was no one there - only the other side of the tattered black drapery could be seen from here.

"Let's go," Hermione called down the middle of the stone steps. "Not this one, Harry, come on, let's go."

It sounded like she was frightened, more frightened than she had been in the room with the swimming brains, but Harry felt that the arch had a unique beauty to it despite its age.

The lightly fluttering curtain interested him; he felt a strong desire to climb up the ledge and pass through it.

"Harry, come on, okay?"

Hermione's tone became more urgent.

"Here we come."

he said, but didn't move. He had just heard something, a faint whisper and muttering from behind the curtain.

"what are you guys saying?"

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

"Nobody's talking, Harry!"

Hermione walked towards him.

"Someone is whispering in the back."

He moved away as he spoke, avoiding Hermione, still frowning and staring at the curtain, "Is that you, Ron?"

"I'm here, buddy," said Ron, coming out from the other side of the arch.

"Can't you all hear the voice?"

Harry asked urgently, as the whispers and mutterings grew louder; unconsciously he found his feet on the ledge.

"I can hear it too," Luna whispered and came to the side of the arch to stand with them, she watched the fluttering curtain, "There are people inside!"

"What do you mean, in there?"

Hermione asked angrily,

While jumping down from the bottom step, I don't know where the anger came from,

"There's nothing in there, it's just an archway, there's no place for anyone to be, Harry, stop doing that, get out of this shroud—"

Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled it away, but he wouldn't listen.

"Harry, we're here to save Sirius!"

she said at the top of her voice.

"Sirius," repeated Harry, still dazed, eyes fixed on the fluttering curtains,

"Oh..."

He finally came to his senses, Sirius was captured, tied up and tortured, and he was here staring at the arch... He took a few steps back and left the stone platform, his eyes suddenly averted from the curtain.

"let's go."

"I've been asking - fine, let's go!"

Hermione said, walking back around the stone platform.

On the other side of the stone dais, Ginny and Neville were also staring at the curtain in raptures, apparently fascinated.

Hermione and Ron didn't say anything, Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm, Ron grabbed Neville's arm, strode resolutely to the bottom stone bench, and climbed all the way back to the entrance of this room .

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

Harry asked Hermione when they were back in the black circular room.

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

Hermione said sure, and drew another X on the door.

The wall whirled again, then stopped again.

Harry picked a door at random and walked through it, pushed it, but it didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"It's... locked."

Harry slammed into it with his whole body while talking, but the door still didn't move.

"It looks like that's it, doesn't it?"

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

"Step aside!"

Hermione shrieked, pointing her wand where the lock should have been, and muttering, "Alahoo!"

Kemen is still the same.

"Sirius' Knife!"

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

The others watched eagerly as he slashed the knife from top to bottom, then he pulled it out and gave it another shoulder bump.

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

"So we'll leave the room alone."

Hermione said decisively.

"But what if it's this one?"

Ron said, looking at the door with both worry and longing.

"No way, Harry can go through all the doors in his dreams."

As Hermione said, she marked the door again, and at the same time, Harry put the handle of Sirius' knife, which had been scrapped, back into his pocket.