Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The Ministry of Magic is facing an enemy today.

Mr Potter is calling again.

The last time Mr. Potter came, the Ministry of Magic was given a hard time. It was humiliation and fear.

Almost everyone was terrified.

When Harry and Dumbledore came out of the elevator.

The Ministry of Magic official who was in charge of checking the safety of the visitors came up immediately.

"Welcome to Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore." He was so nervous that his voice was trembling.

Harry nodded at him: "The first time is raw, the second time is familiar, there is no need to check anything this time."

"Of course!" He nodded in response, with a sharp end, "The Ministry of Magic has 100% confidence in Mr. Potter."

He leads the way.

Passing by the Fountain of Magic Brothers, the statues could not help but shiver, shrink their heads, and even stop spraying water, waiting for Harry to walk past before they resumed their work.

The Ministry of Magic takes Harry very seriously.

They even isolated an elevator for Harry to go up and down, and none of the other Ministry of Magic officials had any objections, even if they were squeezed into meat pies and had to wait for the next elevator, they were all willing.

Alone in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry's reputation was not much better than Voldemort's - at least Voldemort hadn't dismantled the Ministry of Magic yet, and this Mr. Potter would really dismantle the Ministry of Magic if someone offended him.

Not even notes fly in this elevator, and in fact, there is no room for them to fly.

The Department of Mysteries is just one floor below the Visitors' Hall.

Nine floors underground.

Different from all other departments, outside the elevator is a corridor that is lit with a few oil lamps but is still dim. Officials from the Department of Mysteries are waiting at the door of the elevator.

They are all wearing black robes that are completely different from ordinary Ministry of Magic officials. They are stern and serious, and they all have very typical characteristics of Britons-sparse hair. They are not loyal customers of Potter's hair tonic, maybe because they think , stay in this dark environment, no one sees, just grow at will.

"Mr. Potter welcomes you." The Mediterranean man standing at the front spoke, his tone of voice couldn't hear the enthusiasm that a welcome person should have, and he smiled half-heartedly.

"You can just say it is not welcome." Harry said softly, and walked out of the elevator, "There is no need to wrong yourself."

A group of Ministry of Magic officials trembled.

The person who served as the welcome introduced: "Mr. Potter, this is the director of the Department of Mysteries, Cairns Flynn."

Flynn.

One of those British families who pride themselves on being noble and pure-blooded.

"Keynes, long time no see." Dumbledore greeted him warmly.

"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore." Keynes responded to him with a slightly softer face.

"Harry, Keynes used to be a very good Ravenclaw." Dumbledore took the job of introduction, "I was not the headmaster when he was studying, but the head of Gryffindor."

"I heard that you became a silent person without hesitation after graduation. I didn't expect you to become so outstanding after so many years."

Keynes looked at him: "Actually, both you and Mr. Potter are very suitable to be the Silent Man."

"No ambition, but curious about magic."

"How about it, Mr. Potter? You can take over the Department of Mysteries after I retire. There are almost all the truths about magic here."

Harry glanced at him: "Mr. Flynn, I'm not that curious about magic."

"You know why I study so hard."

Keynes thought of something for a moment, and nodded.

The corridor was not long, and within these few words, they came to the end, and what stood in front of them was a dark door with ancient runic characters engraved on it.

"Magic comes from within, it connects with the world."

Harry read it softly.

"Your runes are well written." Keynes glanced at him, a little surprised. "Many young wizards don't care about this class, including me back then. Few of them could read it so smoothly before becoming the Mute."

He took out his wand and tapped lightly on the door.

Click, click, the clock turned, and the black door slowly opened.

"Then Mr. Potter, why do you have to visit the Department of Mysteries for such a tough attitude?" Keynes opened the door, walked in first, looked back at Harry, and asked softly.

"I'm sure there might be young wizards interested in the stodgy, old-fashioned Department of Mysteries."

"But you shouldn't be on this list."

Behind him is the little-known Department of Mysteries.

The empty hall was only lit by some faint blue torches. There were twelve identical black doors on the surrounding walls, and even the runic characters on the doors were exactly the same as those on the outer door.

On these doors, there is no distinguishing sign.

Harry raised his head and looked towards a door: "The Hall of Death."

Keynes followed his gaze and frowned, "Mr. Potter knew about the Department of Mysteries before?"

What Harry looked over was indeed the Hall of Death.

The answer is correct, but not normal at all.

Everything about the Department of Mysteries will not be revealed to the outside world, and even except for the Reticent Man, the only thing ordinary wizards can observe and understand is this rotunda.

What's behind the door?

What is the Department of Mysteries researching?

Even a wizard like Dumbledore knew very little.

What's more. The Department of Mysteries strictly abides by the credo of "mystery", and does not distinguish between each room. It is difficult for a silent person who has just joined the job for a year or two to distinguish which room corresponds to each door, and Potter, the first time he Come, at least on the surface, is the first time here.

How could he identify the "Hall of Death" so accurately?

"I smell death." Harry shook his head, smiled softly, and walked there.

And whispers.

After he stepped into the Department of Mysteries, whispers kept popping into his ears.

There was a man and a woman with voices he hadn't heard, but he knew very well that they were James and Lily, his own parents.

There was also another couple whose voices he knew well, Geralt and Yennefer.

and Vesemir

Those voices bewitched him to go over.

Keynes followed him, looking at Dumbledore in disbelief, with doubts in his eyes: "Can you smell the breath of death?"

Dumbledore nodded to him: "Keynes, don't be so surprised, Harry is very sharp."

keen?

Really sharp?

Keynes thought of the recent leak of the Department of Mysteries, and his expression became gloomy again.

At the door, Harry stopped and looked at Keynes.

Keynes swung the door open with a flick of his wand.

Only the three of them walked in.

A more intense breath of death hits the face, and the vision becomes dim. This room is larger than the hall outside, but there is no trace of the traceless expansion spell. It seems that there is such a large space underground, like a funnel, from all around. It collapsed in the middle, and the stone steps were built by the Ministry of Magic, or it was like this when it existed, and they were arranged in neat and steep rows.

The bottom, which was about the size of a basketball court, was even more empty than the outside. There was only a low stone platform with a stone arch on it, and a tattered black curtain hung on it.

It fluttered slightly as if beckoning to outsiders.

Whispers are more pronounced.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you okay?" Harry turned his head and clenched his fists.

Dumbledore had a phantom pain in his stomach, and he twitched lightly. He waved his hand: "Harry, relax, I'm fine, I've seen it once."

"Really?" Harry let go of his fist.

They went down, closer to the curtain.

"I can explain it to you under limited conditions." Keynes said, "Maybe Professor Dumbledore has already told you."

Harry asked him, "Has anyone been in there?"

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes." Keynes shook his head, "But there is a record in the files of the Department of Mysteries. More than two hundred years ago, when the Ministry of Magic was first established, the first group of silent men conducted a detailed investigation on it."

"There are three great wizards."

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't tell you their names. Only the Silent Man knows about the Silent Man."

"They walked into the veil, and then, never came back."

"Then before the Ministry of Magic, did anyone go in and come back alive?" Harry asked again.

Keynes was startled, and shook his head: "Sorry, I haven't heard of the unrecorded things."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry looked at him, "Does the Three Hallows have something to do with it?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

"I only had the Elder Wand at the time though, and I could feel that having this wand could destroy it for a while."

Keynes pondered, hesitating a little: "Do the three holy artifacts really exist?"

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled at him, "Keynes, but keep it a secret for us, and you will also be our silent person."

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak from the Sorting Hat: "Then according to fairy tales, wearing the Invisibility Cloak has the effect of avoiding death."

He looked towards the curtain.

"Maybe, if I put it on, I can walk into the curtain, and then come out of the curtain, tainted with the breath of death, wandering in the boundary between life and death?"

Dumbledore grabbed his hand: "Harry, it is possible, but"

Harry shook it off and gave him a strange look: "Professor Dumbledore, what strange things are going on in your honey cockroach-soaked mind."

"Of course I can't foolishly put on the invisibility cloak and rush inside."

"Mr. Flynn." He turned his head and looked at the director of the Department of Mysteries who was still a little dazed.

"What's the matter, Mr. Potter." Keynes responded immediately, with a much gentler attitude, and even a smile on his face.

Mr. Potter was suddenly less hideous than when he first arrived.

He really deserves to be a rising star in the wizarding world, the famous heir to Gryffindor.

He sees it now.

The Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows, is in Mr. Dumbledore's hand.

The Invisibility Cloak, one of the Three Hallows, is in the hands of Mr. Potter.

Keynes, oh Keynes, you are so confused!

Why not be nicer to Mr Potter? If you build a good relationship, you may be able to borrow the three holy artifacts for research in the future.