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The wait is always long, especially at such a tense and uncertain time.

In the headmaster's room, only Harry, Levine, and Ginny were left, and there was an indescribable dreary and anxious in the air.

Levin did not inform Luna and Gabrielle of their plans to go to the Ministry of Magic. Although in Levin's opinion, Luna's true strength with psychic abilities is estimated to be no less than Hermione and Zhang Qiu, but considering that the girl is too young and can easily fall into a trance, Levine still doesn't feel comfortable letting her participate in this level of battle - let alone others.

In fact, if it weren't for Hermione's strong insistence and Levine's lack of wanting Zhang Qiu to feel like he was being left out, he would have even wanted to take the battle-experienced Cirela and Penelope with him.

However, he also knew that under his guidance in the past few years, Hermione and Zhang Qiu's combat effectiveness had improved significantly. As long as he was able to contain Voldemort, the other ordinary Death Eaters would not pose much of a threat to them.

From time to time, Harry looked down at the slightly old watch on his wrist, and the soles of his feet tapped lightly on the ground, looking uncertain and restless, his heart full of worry about Sirius and nervousness about the upcoming battle.

Levine noticed Harry's fidgeting, and he sighed softly and walked over from the corner.

Until then, he had been whispering to Ginny about you and me.

"Harry, don't worry too much. "When you get to the Ministry of Magic, you don't need to join the fight, just protect yourself." I~we'll take care of everything. "

Seeing that he was still clenching his fists, Levine sighed. He knew that with Harry's stubbornness, he was afraid that he had said it in vain. Levin shrugged his shoulders and didn't try to persuade him anymore—he wasn't—not his father.

However, he had been friends for a few years, so after a moment of contemplation, he said solemnly, "Harry, if you are really determined to participate in this battle, then I think you need to master a more offensive spell. When facing enemies, stop using the [-Disarming Charm]. "

Harry's brow furrowed slightly when he heard this, and a look of repulsion appeared on his face.

Levine gently reminded, "Harry, remember that the purpose of our operation is to rescue your godfather. Wouldn't you like to try to learn new spells for him?"

The words struck at Harry's heartstrings in an instant. He was certainly willing to give everything for Sirius, including learning new spells, even the Dark Arts.

But he still hesitated: "Levin, can I really learn a new spell in such a short time?"

Levine smiled and waved his hand, and said confidently, "Of course, Harry. It's not hard to learn, and it's not the kind of esoteric arcane magic that is hard to understand, it's a traditional spell. Its name is [Divine Blade]. "

Unbeknownst to Harry, he had Voldemort's soul fragment on his body, which gave him an astonishing talent for learning the Dark Arts. In the original books, Harry taught himself this powerful spell simply by reading Snape's notes. Now, with Levin's guidance, Harry must be able to master it faster.

Levin continued, "[Blade] is a very hidden, vicious, but very powerful form of black magic. When you recite a spell, the wand itself doesn't show any obvious signs. However, the opponent's skin will be as if it has been split by an invisible sword, and the blood will flow like a torrent. The part damaged by this spell cannot be regenerated by any other means, but fortunately, there is a counterspell that can heal it. However, time is limited, and I will teach you this counterspell after the action. "

Harry's curiosity was piqued by Levin's words. He had never heard of the spell, but he could sense its power from Levin's tone.

Levine glanced at Harry lightly, keenly aware that he was hesitant because it was a dark magic technique, and revealed, "Harry, the inventor of this spell is a man I admire. He gave everything for the people he loved, even though he himself had been exploited by Voldemort and Dumbledore...... Even, I used to take advantage of him. "

Harry was slightly stunned, he had never seen Levine say such about a person, let alone think that there was such a story behind this spell.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who is he?"

Levin was silent for a moment, as if caught in a memory, and instead of answering Harry's question directly, he began to demonstrate the essence of the spell: "The spell of the Blade is Sectumsempra, and the cane should be swung like this ......"

As he spoke, he demonstrated how to cast the spell, "Now you go over there and practice for a while, and don't cast it on anyone." "

Harry nodded, turned and walked out of the headmaster's room, starting to practice in the hallway.

Successfully relieved Harry's agitation with a spell and drove them away, leaving only Levine and Ginny in the room.

Without the light bulb, the two finally let go of their restraints and almost coincided with each other.

Of course, Levin didn't do anything, after all, Ginny insisted on going to the Ministry of Magic with him, and Levin took care of Harry here, so naturally he had to give Ginny an emergency make-up lesson.

As night fell, the group, dressed in starlight, crept to the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic through Floo Net, and then to the phone booth elevator.

Ron took the lead and picked up the phone without hesitation, expertly dialing the number "62442" - the word "magic" could be spelled out on an old-fashioned mobile phone keyboard, which was the password for the visitor entrance to the Ministry of Magic's visitor booth.

The dial spun rapidly and returned to its place, followed by an indifferent female voice echoing through the phone booth. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do. "

Ron quickly and clearly named the group: "Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom, Colin Creevey...... We're here to visit the Department of Mysteries. "

"Thank you," the cold voice replied mechanically, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." "

Several badges slipped out of the metal chute that was supposed to be used to exit the coin. Ginny picked them up and silently handed out the badges to everyone.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, please get checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The voice continued, "The security desk is at the end of the main hall. "

"Got it!" Harry felt an inexplicable nervousness, his scar starting to ache again, "Can we move now?"

The floor of the phone booth suddenly began to shake violently, as if a mysterious force was guiding them forward. The sidewalk outside the window gradually rose up, and the darkness closed over their heads.

With a dull grinding sound, they seemed to be swallowed into an unknown abyss, diving all the way to the depths of the Ministry of Magic, a thin silky golden light snaked past their feet, gradually widening until their figures were completely enveloped.

In this cramped space, Ron showed unprecedented calmness and calmness. Beside him, Ginny was holding her brother's wrist tightly, her face full of nervousness and worry. Harry, on the other hand, held his wand in his hand, lowered himself as low as he could, peering through the blurred glass window, trying to see if anyone was waiting for them in the main hall.

However, the main hall seemed empty, and only a deep silence greeted them.

The light was slightly dimmer than daytime, and the mantelpiece on the wall was deserted, with no sign of a fire. However, as the elevator slowly stopped, Harry looked up and saw a golden symbol still writhing on the dark blue canopy, as if to tell some mysterious spell.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice evening. The mechanical female voice rang out again, breaking the brief silence.

The door to the phone booth slammed open, and Harry staggered and rushed out, followed by Ron and Ginny. Their footsteps echoed in the empty main hall, which seemed a little abrupt. []

Harry's heart sank. In contrast to the bustling and noisy scene of his last trial, the silence in the main hall at this moment was palpitating. Aside from the welcome from the mechanical female voice, the only sound that could be heard here was the constant murmuring of water in the golden fountain. Streams of water gushed out of witches' wands, centaurs' arrowheads, elves' hats, and house-elves' ears into a circular pool of water.

Harry looked at Ron and Ginny beside him pleadingly.

Ron still maintained that calm and calm, as if he already knew everything in front of him. He smiled gently at Harry, trying to ease the tension and uneasiness in his heart, "It's okay, Harry, it's off work, it's normal for no one. "

"If it's already night...... He's alive, he's still resisting, I can feel it...... If Voldemort had concluded that Sirius would not give in...... I'll know......" Harry's voice trembled, accompanied by a sharp pain from the scar on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm the turmoil inside.

Harry's premonition grew stronger as they hurried through the golden fence gate and toward the elevator. He stretched out his hand and decisively pressed the button closest to him - "Down".

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and an elevator responded. With a thud of tintin, the golden fence door gently slid open, and they swarmed in.

Ron clicked the ninth button, the fence door slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend slowly. In the silence, only the sound of chains clattering echoed through the empty elevator.