Chapter 923 (1/2)

”I said, what's in the mystery department, sir?” Said Harry.

”Why,” snape said slowly, ”do you want to ask this?”

”Because,” said Harry, taking a step forward and looking closely at Snape's face, ”that corridor, which I just saw - I've been dreaming about for months - I know it - and it leads me to the mystery department. And I think Voldemort wants to start from - ”

” I've told you not to say the name of the dark Duke! ”

They looked at each other. Harry's scar hurt again, but he didn't mind. Snape looked excited; but when he spoke again, his tone was cold and indifferent. ”There are a lot of things in the mystery department, Porter, a few that you may know, but nothing will involve you. Don't I know? ”

”Yes,” said Harry, still rubbing his scar, more and more painful.

”I hope you'll be back here at the same time on Tuesday, and we'll continue to study.” ”Oh,” said Harry. He rushed out of Snape's office desperate to find van Lin and Hermione.

”You need to clear your mood, empty him, make him blank and calm before you go to bed every day, do you know?”

”Yes,” said Harry, hardly listening.

”And I warn you, Potter. I already know if you don't practice -- ”

” OK, ”Harry muttered to himself. He grabbed his schoolbag, put it on his shoulder, and rushed to the office door. When he opened it, he took a look at Snape, who was carefully putting his thoughts into his meditation basin with his wand.

Harry left without saying a word and closed the door carefully behind him. His scar was still burning. Harry found van Lin and Hermione in the library. They were doing a lot of homework recently assigned by Umbridge.

This is almost the most homework van Lin has done in 15 years. Most importantly, it is useless, but they have to waste part of their time on it. Van Lin has been thinking about whether to find Rita to get a recording pen, so that he can be liberated from heavy homework, and it is better to give Hermione one one.

And other students are doing the same job, the worst defense against the dark arts assignment in 15 years.

Sitting in the light, nose close to the book, quill writing excitedly, the sky outside the window slowly darkened. There was only the sound of Mrs. pince's shoes as she inspected the aisle, her neck lowered to breathe, and she stroked a beloved book.

It made Harry feel terrible; his scar still hurt and he felt like he was going crazy. As he sat opposite van Lin and Hermione, he saw his shadow in the opposite window; he was so pale that his scars looked clearer than usual.

”How did it go?” Hermione whispered, then looked at Harry with concern. ”Are you all right, Harry?”

”Yes, well, I don't know,” said Harry impatiently, convulsed by the painful scar. ”Listen, I understand something.”

So he told them what he had seen and inferred.

”So, are you saying,” whispered Fanling, after Mrs. pince's passing, ”that weapon - the thing after the mysterious man - is in the Ministry of magic?”

”In the mystery department, it must be,” Harry whispered. ”When Ron's father took me to the courtroom, I saw the door, and I'm sure Mrs. Weasley was there when she was attacked.”