Chapter 622 The Divine Edge Is Shadowless

The waiting time is always very long, especially in such a tense and unknown moment.

Harry, Levin and Ginny were the only three people left in the principal's room, and there was an indescribable sense of depression and anxiety 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, who has psychic powers, is probably no less powerful than Hermione, Zhang Qiu and the others, considering that the girl is too young and can easily fall into a trance, Levin is still worried about letting her participate in this level. battle—not to mention others.

In fact, if it weren't for Hermione's strong insistence and Levin not wanting Zhang Qiu to feel left out, he would have even wanted to take the experienced combatants Cirilla and Penelu 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 could contain Voldemort, other ordinary Death Eaters would no longer pose much of a threat to them.

From time to time, Harry lowered his head to check the slightly old watch on his wrist, and subconsciously tapped the soles of his feet on the ground. He looked uneasy and restless, and his heart was filled with worries about Sirius and the upcoming battle. of tension.

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

Until then, he and Ginny had been talking quietly to each other.

"Harry, don't worry too much." Levin comforted, "After arriving at the Ministry of Magic, you don't need to join the battle, just protect yourself. We will handle everything~

Seeing that he was still clenching his fists, Levin sighed. He knew that with Harry's stubbornness, he might have said his words in vain. Levin shrugged. If I didn’t persuade him any more, it wouldn’t be his fault.

However, they have been friends for several years, so after thinking for a moment, he solemnly said: "Harry, if you are really determined to participate in this battle, then I think you need to master a more aggressive spell. When facing enemies, stop using the [Disarming Curse] blindly.

Harry frowned slightly when he heard this, with a look of repulsion on his face.

Levin gently reminded: "Harry, you have to remember that the purpose of our operation is to rescue your godfather. For his sake, aren't you willing to try to learn new spells?"

The words struck a chord in Harry's heart. Of course he was willing to do anything for Sirius, including learning new spells - even dark magic.

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

Levin smiled and waved his hand, and said confidently: "Of course, Harry. This spell is actually not difficult to learn, and it is not the kind of esoteric arcane magic, but a traditional spell. It His name is————【神风无.”

What Harry didn't know was that because he had Voldemort's soul fragment in his body, he had an amazing talent in learning dark magic. In the original book, Harry taught himself this powerful spell simply by reading Snape's notes. Now, with Levin's guidance, Harry will definitely be able to master it faster.

Levin continued: "[Shen Feng Wu Ying] is a very subtle, vicious but very powerful black magic. When you chant the spell, the wand itself does not show any obvious signs. However, the opponent's skin But it will be like being split open by an invisible sword, with blood flowing profusely. The parts damaged by this curse cannot be regenerated by any other means, but fortunately, there is a counter-spell that can heal it. However, time Limited, I will teach you this counter-spell after taking action."

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

Levin glanced at Harry lightly and was keenly aware that he was hesitant because it was a dark magic, so he revealed: "Harry, the inventor of this curse is a person I admire very much. He does it for the person he loves. He gave everything, even though he himself was used by Voldemort and Dumbledore...even, I used him."

Harry was slightly stunned. He had never seen Levin commenting on a person like this, and he had never thought that there was such a story behind this curse.

He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Who is he?"

Levin was silent for a moment, as if lost in memories. He did not answer Harry's question directly, but instead began to demonstrate the key points of the spell: "The spell of Shenfeng Wuying is Sectumsempra. The movement of the wand should be like this." ..."

As he spoke, he demonstrated how to cast the spell, "Now go over there and practice for a while. Remember not to cast it on others."

Harry nodded, turned around and walked out of the principal's office, starting to practice in the corridor.

Successfully used a spell to relieve Harry's anxiety and at the same time sent him away, leaving only Levin and Ginny in the room.

Without the light bulb, the two finally let go of their restraints and almost overlapped.

Of course, Levin didn't do anything. After all, Ginny insisted on going to the Ministry of Magic with him. Levin took care of Harry and naturally had to give Ginny some emergency tutoring.

As night fell, a group of people, covered in starlight, quietly arrived near the Ministry of Magic through the Floo Network, and then came to the phone booth and the elevator.

Ronald took the lead, picked up the phone without hesitation, and skillfully dialed the number "62442" - which can be used to spell out the word "magic" on the keyboard of an old-fashioned mobile phone. This is the visitor's entrance to the Visitor Phone Box of the Ministry of Magic. password.

The dial rotated rapidly and then returned to its original position. Immediately afterwards, a cold female voice echoed in the phone booth.

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

Ronald quickly and clearly announced the names of their group: "Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom, Colin Creevey...we. Come here to visit the Department of Mysteries.”

"Thank you," the cold voice responded 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 exit the coins. Ginny picked them up and silently handed out the badges to everyone.

Guests of the Ministry of Magic, please come to the security checkpoint to be checked and have your wand registered. "The voice continued to instruct, "The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall. "

…Please give me flowers…

"Got it!" Harry felt an inexplicable nervousness, and his scar began to ache again, "Can we take action now?"

The ground 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, covering the window, and darkness closed above their heads.

Along with the dull friction sound, they seemed to be swallowed into an unknown abyss, diving all the way until they reached the depths of the Ministry of Magic. A thin, silky golden light snaked past their feet and gradually widened, Until their figures are completely covered.

In this cramped space, Ronald showed unprecedented calmness and calmness. Next to him, Ginny held her brother's wrist tightly, her face full of tension and worry. Harry, on the other hand, held his wand, lowered his body as low as possible, and peered out through the blurred glass window, trying to find if anyone was waiting for their arrival in the main hall.

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

The light was slightly dimmer than during the day, and the mantel on the wall was deserted, with no sign of a fire. However, when the elevator slowly stopped, Harry looked up and found a golden symbol still twisting on the dark blue canopy, as if telling some mysterious spell.

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"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant stay tonight." The mechanical female voice sounded again, breaking the brief silence.

The door of the phone booth flew open, and Harry stumbled and rushed out first, followed closely by Ronald and Ginny. Their footsteps echoed in the empty main hall [seemingly a bit

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Harry's heart sank. It was completely different from the bustling scene of people coming and going during his last trial. The silence in the main hall at this moment was so heart-stoppingly silent. Apart from the welcoming blessing from the mechanical female voice, the only sound that can be heard here is the continuous gurgling sound of the golden fountain. Water gushes out from the wands of wizards and wizards, the arrowheads of centaurs, the tips of goblins' hats, and the ears of house elves, and merges into the circular pool, splashing layers of water.

Harry looked at Ronald and Ginny beside him as if asking for help.

Ronald still maintained his calmness and calmness, 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 duty time now, no one is normal.

"If it's too late... He's still alive, he's still resisting, I can feel it... If Voldemort decides that Sirius won't give in... I'll know... Harry's voice trembled, accompanied by a sharp pain from the scar on his forehead.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

As they hurried through the golden gate and towards the elevator, Harry's premonition grew stronger. He reached out his hand and pressed the button of the pressman nearest to him decisively."

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound and an elevator arrived. With a jingling sound, the golden fence door slid open gently, and they rushed in.

Ronald pressed the ninth button, the fence door slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend slowly. In this silence, only the sound of the chain rattling echoed in the empty elevator room. .