Harry Potter Reborn

Old Ministry of Magic.

Ninth floor underground, Department of Mysteries.

Since the Ministry of Magic moved, this place has been sealed away by Dumbledore using powerful magic.

Each floor below should be dark without light, but if someone breaks in at this time, they will find that when the elevator reaches the ninth floor, there is only a simple black line at the end of the long, closed and tight corridor.

There are several torches burning on the walls of the corridor.

Someone has come in here.

Entering the black door, there is a huge circular room.

Everything in the house, including the ceiling and floor, is all black. Some identical black doors without any markings, not even door handles, are spaced apart from each other and embedded in the black walls.

The wall between every two doors is dotted with a candle that emits a faint blue flame.

Nuo Da's huge room was illuminated by twelve tiny candles.

It gives people a cold feeling. The weak flickering candlelight is reflected on the bright marble floor, as if there is a black pool underfoot.

Department of Mysteries, twelve doors. Behind these doors is the magical world where ancient and profound magics, even those that are forgotten, are studied. It is a place where wizards pursue their highest attainments in magic. And those who are willing to work in the Department of Mysteries

Wizards, there are few Ministry of Magic politicians who are eager for quick success, but a place where wizards who stay out of things and are really willing to dedicate their time to the most mysterious magical field gather.

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

But they no longer exist.

They were moved to rooms in the new Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

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

Even the Time Hall that involves time was created by wizards.

It alone 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 been standing for who knows how long.

At this time, a total of two doors in the round black room were opened, one was the entrance leading here, and the other was a door that was ajar, with some light leaking out.

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

The room was dimly lit, and you couldn't even see clearly what was on the other side when standing on either side.

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

Stone steps surround the entire house, like stone benches, gradually descending step by step, each step is very steep, like a lecture theater.

When you open the door, you will be standing on the top step. In the center of the stone pit is a raised and inconspicuous stone platform with a diameter of fifteen meters. It can easily accommodate hundreds of people.

There is a tall stone arch standing on top of the stone platform, which is full of ancient atmosphere, as if it has existed forever.

Viewed from the side, the stone door is not thick, only a few dozen centimeters. Its dilapidated appearance makes every wizard who sees it wonder: it has been standing there for countless years and it can still stand without falling.

There are no supports around the arch, and a tattered gray curtain or gray curtain hangs on it. Although the air here is cold and there is no wind, it keeps swaying gently, as if it is

Just been touched.

At this moment, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting on the edge of the stone platform. He had a sad face and sighed from time to time.

Not far away from him, between the edge of the stone platform and the bottom step, there were more than a hundred strong men shivering. They looked at the young man with extremely frightened expressions. They also thought that they were already the most cruel people in the world.

They are human beings who kill without blinking an eye, but compared to this weird young man, they are no different from simple little white rabbits.

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

Died quietly.

The boy kept throwing them into the silver-white curtain that looked like a swaying liquid.

Then the body fell to the other side and stopped moving.

Some of these people who should be sentenced to death are powerful and wealthy people.

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

"Yankee, go to hell. Let me go, let me go, I'll give you 10 million pounds!" Another man pushed him down and shouted impatiently.

"Twenty million for me!"

"..."

This noise annoyed Harry to no end.

"Shut up, everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people who had shouted the loudest suddenly tightened their mouths.

"Uh huh..." They wanted to continue to say something, but they could only make a sound of "uh huh" and could not feel the existence of their lips.

Others moved away from them in fear. The lower half of those people's faces became smooth, and their mouths disappeared, looking terrifying.

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

There are incentives and there are threats.

"Do you know who I am? I am the patriarch of the Italian Levi family and the godfather of the mafia. If you dare to kill me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. Your parents, your grandparents..." A face with a fat head and big ears

The vicious man threatened with a strong voice.

Usually he used his wife and children to threaten others, but looking at Harry's age, he felt that he definitely had no children. This was the first time he used his grandparents to threaten others.

"Oh?" Harry looked at him.

This important figure in the mafia suddenly felt his heart tightening, and he was worried that what he said was too serious.

"Then go and discuss with them." Harry waved his hand, and this fat man, who weighed at least three hundred pounds, flew out from the crowd like a carrot, and then flew to the stone arch that symbolized death.

"No!" He struggled with his hands and feet in the air, but it was all in vain.

Then, his body passed through the slightly swinging curtains and fell silent instantly.

He was smashed into a pile of corpses without even a twitch.

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

Escape, yes, there is a half-open door at the top of the steps.

There is hope as long as you escape.

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

As soon as they had that intention, they discovered to their horror that they couldn't even control their bodies.

Although his body was facing the black door, his legs below the knees suddenly turned 180 degrees with a "click" sound.

This was indescribable pain. Their faces were twisted in pain, with tears and runny noses streaming down their faces.

"Ahhh!" No matter how miserable the cry was, the legs didn't care, as if they had their own thoughts, dragging their bodies towards the stone platform and into the curtain.

Then he fell on the other side of the stone door.

The remaining people have accepted their mortality.

They looked at Muggles and just said: "I must be a good person in my next life."

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

He whispered to himself: "What the hell are you."

He has done so many experiments, throwing people in one after another, and only came to the conclusion that the soul of any life that passes through this door will immediately disappear and be swallowed by this door.

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

The souls of those who passed through the curtain immediately disappeared.

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

For quite some time, the Death Hall was used as a place for executions.

Harry stroked the cold stone and muttered silently: "Split into pieces."

Remove your palms.

No traces were left on the stone.

This was simply impossible to happen. After Harry drank the water from the Fountain of Good Luck, his magic power had surged to an incredible level.

Every magic he releases has unparalleled energy.

Even the hardest diamond in nature is a synthetic alloy material that is harder than diamond.

Under Harry's magic, everything will be completely shattered.

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

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

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

After all, they were all people who deserved death, and Harry wouldn't be a little bit intolerant.

Black lotus-like flames rose from their bodies and engulfed them completely in two seconds.

"Li Huo, you are really traveling at home. To kill people, silence them, destroy corpses and eliminate traces, you must have high-quality black magic."

After everyone disappeared, there was silence in the dark room.

But in Harry's ears, this was not the case.

From the moment he entered the room, he seemed to hear voices on the other side of the curtain, the noise of countless people talking at the same time, so much so that Harry couldn't even hear a clear sentence clearly.

Even when he saw this ancient stone door for the first time, his mind was attracted, tempting him to walk into the curtain, as if there was something invisible pulling him inside.

When Harry's nose was just a few centimeters away from touching the curtain, he suddenly woke up.

Evil door, really evil door.

Harry finally patted the side of the majestic stone door: "Can't you give me some reaction?"

Of course Shimen was indifferent.

Harry looked around, grinned, and took off his pants facing the connection between the stone platform and the stone door...

"Shush..." Harry whistled happily.

Harry muttered: "Let me set up an industrial cutting machine and spin it for a hundred years to see if I can dismantle you."

Subsequently, Harry disappeared from the Department of Mysteries.

Only the stone door with a faint light was still standing, and the slightly swaying curtain seemed a little dissatisfied.

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