The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 538: Trap

Harry is in an amazing state right now.

Although the Roman numeral VII arranged by those 'brains in vats' only existed for a moment, it seemed to be imprinted on his retina at this moment, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

This picture made him look at the seventh black door involuntarily.

‘Those brains, are they showing me the way? '

Once the thought occurred to Harry, he couldn't help it anymore.

He stepped forward slowly and pushed open the black door.

"Harry! How did you open a new door?"

Hermione yelled anxiously.

According to her thinking, the most important thing to do now is to verify what Aberforth said.

If the mechanism here is really space magic, and the room behind the door will change every time the wall rotates, then you should keep trying a door until you try out all the possibilities.

This is the most effective method of exclusion testing.

But now, Harry opened another door.

This can be said to nearly double their next workload!

"Okay, Hermione, don't be so angry." George and Fred persuaded me with a glance, "Anyway, the door is already open, let's go and have a look."

Hermione still looked swollen, obviously not persuaded by George and Fred.

But what they didn't notice was that not far away, Harry's body was shaking slightly.

The picture that appeared in front of him at this moment was beyond his imagination.

This is not to say how terrifying and weird this scene is, but that this scene is so ordinary!

Behind the seventh black door is a small hotel.

Those old walls, the door with the room number engraved on it, the small wooden counter...

All of this is telling Harry that this is an ordinary to the extreme hostel.

Perhaps it was a seaside hotel, for Harry could still hear the crashing of the waves and the crowing of seagulls.

This may seem like nothing at first glance.

But for such an ordinary thing to appear in such a place as the Department of Mysteries, it is the greatest weirdness in itself!

On the other hand, George and Fred finally persuaded Hermione.

The two of them approached Harry slowly and said:

"Hey! Harry, what are you doing standing there? Why aren't you hurrying up... Wow!"

George and Fred Qiqi let out an exclamation.

Obviously also surprised by the scene behind the door.

It's just that it was completely different from Harry's reaction, there was a flash of excitement in their eyes.

"A seaside resort? I'm blind, George?"

"Of course you didn't, Fred, because I saw it too!"

George and Fred glanced at me and said one word, then pushed Harry towards the door.

This move startled Harry, but before he could make a sound to stop them, they all walked into the hostel together.

"Crackling..."

The wooden floor of the hostel was stepped on by several people, and there was an old scream, which seemed to herald the end of Harry and his party.

It's a pity that the attention of Harry and others is all on other places.

George and Fred rushed to the counter in the center of the hostel almost immediately.

Harry, on the other hand, froze in place, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

On it, a large piece of yellow sunlight that usually only appears at dusk is reflected.

They form a regular square on the wall according to the shape of the frame on the window. At first glance, it looks like a strange human face composed of squares.

The voice of the seagull sounded again.

Harry instinctively turned his head to look out the window.

He was ready to see the sand and the waves, and even the sunset.

However, what fell into his eyes were only two windows completely filled with yellow light.

It's as if someone blocked the window with a huge light panel.

But the strange thing is that the light emitted by those 'light boards' is not dazzling,

Harry didn't feel any discomfort looking directly at it.

Looking up again along the window, there is an old-fashioned wooden wall clock hanging on it.

It was in the Dursleys' house where Harry used to live.

Every noon, the small wooden door above it will automatically open, and then a spring bird will pop out from inside, calling to tell the time.

Harry used to hate this kind of wall clock.

Because often when it barks, it means that he needs to serve tea and water for the Dursleys and prepare lunch!

And now, Harry's distaste for this kind of wall clock had deepened a bit.

Because the time displayed above is six o'clock in the afternoon.

This perfectly echoes the time when the twilight scene in the seaside lodge is now appearing.

But it didn't match the time of Harry and the others.

Harry remembered very clearly that by the time they reached the phone booth, all the surrounding street lights had been turned on.

And the automatic lighting time of the street lights in London is seven o'clock in the afternoon!

Harry took a deep breath, somewhat uneasy.

As a pure Muggle wizard with five years of primary school, he still knows about jet lag.

It was precisely because of this that he seriously suspected that he and others might have been transported to another land thousands of miles away by that black door.

But, that still doesn't make sense.

Because from those windows alone, you can't see the outside scene at all.

It's as if the space they are in right now is an independent individual that has been cut off from the real world and sealed up!

"Hey! Harry, come see what we've found?"

Ron's slightly excited voice woke Harry from his contemplation.

He turned around suddenly, and found that Aberforth and the others had all entered the inn at this moment, surrounding the empty counter.

And in the middle of them, there is a sling with a piece of plastic hanging from the end.

No, to be precise, this should be a light rope.

Harry was all too familiar with it.

In the closet where he used to live, there was such a light cord connected to the light bulb.

But the problem is, there are no light bulbs in the whole hostel!

So what is this light cord used to turn on?

While Harry was thinking, George's hand had already touched the rope.

"don't want!"

Harry then yelled loudly.

However, it was too late.

As the rope was pulled, after a click, the whole hostel instantly became pitch black.

The twilight light and shadow on the wall, the bright 'light panel' outside the window, and all the shiny items were all extinguished.

Everyone present was taken aback.

Fortunately, the light soon returned.

Because George pulled the light cord quickly again in fright.

"Merlin's beard! What just happened?"

Ron shouted, the wand in his hand trembling slightly, as if infected by its master's fear.

"So, what this light cord controls is actually all the light here?" Fred rubbed his chin and said, "But it doesn't make sense, the light coming in from the outside is obviously sunlight, unless..."

George went on to say, "Unless we are actually locked in a small box now, and there is a big light bulb facing us outside!"

As soon as this remark came out, Ron trembled even more.

Hermione scolded:

"Stop talking nonsense! How is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible? This is the Department of Mysteries, anything is possible!" George shook his head excitedly and said, "Otherwise, how would you explain this?"

While talking, George pulled the light cord again.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed again.

However, what changes along with the light this time is the entire surrounding environment.

The originally warm seaside hostel disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by a spacious room full of tall shelves!

On those shelves were many small, dusty glass globes.

The glass globes shone dimly in the light of the sconces.

The immediate changes made George and Fred finally stop laughing and joking.

They formed a circle with their backs against Aberforth, protecting the three of Harry within the circle, while he held his wand and looked around vigilantly.

Harry was also a little dazed.

He looked around at the scene, feeling his heart beating fast and violently, even feeling that his speech would be affected.

But he still persisted and said in a hoarse voice:

"This is it! Here we are!"

"What?" Hermione lowered her voice and said, "But it doesn't look like it has experienced a battle here! There is no sign of Dumbledore and the others here!"

Ron turned his head back and forth, looked around from the gap in the human wall formed by Aberforth, George and Fred and said:

"Maybe what Link said before is right, you just had a nightmare, none of this is real."

"We don't think so!" George and Fred said. "Link once mentioned to us that Harry's brain was invaded by Voldemort by some accident. What if Dumbledore and the others never came here? then i think...

This is very likely a trap set by Voldemort! "

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the three of Harry instantly turned pale.

"Wait! What are you talking about?!"

Aberforth said angrily, "You mean this place is a trap? Damn it, I actually came here with you!"

Harry shrank his neck when he heard the words, he didn't know how to explain the current situation.

Hermione helped Harry retort:

"It's not Harry's fault! He's just too worried about Dumbledore!"

Aberforth said fiercely:

"At least there is no obvious danger here, and Dumbledore and the others are not here, so we should leave here immediately!"

As he spoke, Aberforth pointed to a narrow door on the far side of the room.

"You mean we should go in there?"

Ron said in disbelief, "God knows what kind of strange room there will be? Maybe there will be monsters!"

"That's better than staying here now!"

After Aberforth finished speaking, he dragged Harry and the others towards the narrow door.

George and Fred looked at each other and hurried to follow.

Their thinking is similar to that of Aberforth.

Since there is no trace of Mr. Weasley here, the first thing they should do next is to leave here, and then confirm Mr. Weasley's safety.

In fact, they should have done this long ago.

It's a pity that they were dazzled by successive changes.

A group of people walked quickly through the room, but weird things happened again.

As the tall shelves passed by their sides row after row, the narrow door seemed to retreat automatically, keeping a fixed distance from them.

Seeing this, Aberforth stopped first and said:

"Space restriction! We are trapped! Don't try to get closer, go find something like a light rope. Since we entered here through that thing, it can also take us away!"

Hearing this, Harry and the others nodded immediately, and began to spread out and search around.

It must be a tough job.

Although the number of wall-mounted candlesticks in this room is very large, the area here is really too large.

The cold light from those blue flames couldn't provide enough light at all.

Plus there are all kinds of big shelves here.

Looking for a light rope in such a messy and dark environment is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But now, this has become a task that Harry and others must complete!

The few of them quickly searched the surrounding shelves, but there was nothing on the shelves except glass balls of different sizes.

This made Harry's heart become more and more impatient.

This feeling, as if some danger is approaching him quickly!

"Harry! Come here!" Ron suddenly yelled, "It... has your name on it?"

"Um?"

Harry replied sullenly, and immediately after reacting, he rushed to Ron's side.

Ron was holding a glass ball the size of a baby's fist in his hand. From Harry's perspective, he could clearly see some kind of cotton-like light rippling inside the glass ball, and a stick of light surrounding the surface of the glass ball. thin line.

At the end of this thin thread was also tied a yellowed label, on which was written in thin handwriting a date some sixteen years ago, followed by:

Dark Lord X Harry Potter

"What is this?" Ron said timidly, "Why is your name on it?"

Harry shook his head slightly.

He could swear he had never seen anything like it before.

However, at the moment when he saw the glass ball, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

An inexplicable voice was whispering in his ear.

It was a language completely unfamiliar to him.

But somehow, Harry clearly understood the meaning of the voice - pick up that crystal ball!

At this time, Aberforth, Hermione and others not far away also noticed the abnormality on Harry and Ron's side.

When Aberforth saw the crystal ball in Ron's hand, his eyes, which were buried deep in his messy hair, suddenly widened.

He shouted sharply as if he remembered something:

"Harry! Don't touch that crystal ball!"

Harry heard Aberforth's voice clearly.

Although the voice sounded very far away and empty to him now, he did hear it.

It was precisely because of this stern shout that a hint of vigilance arose in Harry's heart.

However, this didn't help.

The weird voice that continued to whisper in his ear was like a basin of ice water, pouring directly on the fire of vigilance in his heart, and easily extinguished it.

Harry's eyes gradually diverged, and his expression became dull.

He took the crystal ball from Ron, who was looking in the direction of Aberforth, in a daze, and held it carefully in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, the strange whispering voice disappeared.

Harry also regained consciousness.

He frowned, staring at the crystal ball in his hand in confusion.

At the same time, Aberforth finally rushed to Harry's side. He stared at the crystal ball, the muscles on his entire face trembling unconsciously.

"It's over!" he murmured. "It's all over!"

Harry looked at him puzzled and said:

"What's the end? Obviously..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, a drawn-out voice behind them spoke:

"Very well, Potter. Now turn around, turn slowly, and give it to me."

The voice was all too familiar to Harry.