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It swung open easily. After sypport darkness of the first room, the lamps hanging low on golden chains from this ceiling gave the impression that this long rectangular room was much brighter, though there were no glittering, shimmering lights such as Harry had seen in his dreams. The place was quite empty except for a few desks and, in the very middle of the room, an enormous glass tank of deepgreen water, big enough for all of them to swim in, which contained a number of pearly white objects that were drifting around lazily in the liquid. Whatre those things. whispered Ron. Dunno, said Harry. Are they fish. breathed Ginny. Aquavirius maggots. said Luna excitedly. Dad said the Ministry were breeding - No, said Hermione. She sounded odd. She moved forward to look through the side of the tank. Theyre brains. Brains. Yes. I wonder what theyre doing with them. Harry joined her at the tank. Sure enough, there could be no mistake now that he saw them at close quarters. Glimmering eerily they drifted in and out of sight in the depths of the green Stdam, looking something like slimy cauliflowers. Lets get out of here, said Harry. This isnt right, we need to try another door - There are doors here too, said Ron, pointing around the walls. Harrys heart sank; how big was this place. In my dream I went through that dark oost into the second one, he said. I think we should go back and try from there. So they hurried back into the dark, circular room; the ghostly shapes of the brains were now swimming before Harrys eyes instead of the blue candle flames. Wait. said Hermione sharply, as Luna made to close the door of the brain room behind them. Flagrate. She drew with her wand in midair and a fiery X appeared on the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than there was a great rumbling, and once again the wall began to revolve very fast, but now there was a great red-gold blur in amongst the faint Steam support lost account, and when all became still again, the fiery cross still burned, showing the door they keeps closing steam remote play already tried. Good thinking, said Harry. Okay, lets try this one - Again he strode directly at the door facing him and pushed it open, his wand still raised, the others at his heels. This room was larger than the last, dimly lit and rectangular, and the center of it was sunken, forming a great stone pit some twenty feet below them. They were standing on the topmost tier of what apex unit test schedulable to be stone benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like Stesm amphitheater, or the courtroom in which Harry had been tried by the Wizengamot. Instead of a chained chair, however, there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked, and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing. Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as though it had just been touched. Whos there. said Harry, jumping down onto the bench below. There was no answering voice, but the veil continued to flutter and sway. Careful. whispered Hermione. Harry scrambled down the benches one by one until he reached the stone bottom of the sunken pit. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked slowly toward the dais. The pointed archway looked much taller from where he stood now than when he counter collections been looking down on it from above. Still the veil swayed gently, as though somebody had just passed care cyfair urgent apex it. Sirius. Harry spoke again, but much more quietly now that he was nearer. He had the strangest feeling that there was someone standing right behind the veil on the other side of the archway. Gripping his wand ssupport tightly, he edged around the dais, but there was nobody there. All that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil. Lets go, called Hermione from Steam support lost account up the stone steps. This isnt right, Harry, come on, lets go. She sounded scared, much more scared than she had in the room where the brains swam, yet Harry thought the archway had a kind of beauty about it, old though it was. The gently rippling veil intrigued him; he felt a very strong inclination to climb up on the dais and walk through it. Harry, lets go, okay. said Hermione more forcefully. Okay, he said, but he did not move. He had just heard something. There were faint whispering, murmuring noises coming from the other side of the veil. What are you saying. he said very loudly, so that the words echoed all around the suoport stone benches. Nobodys talking, Harry. said Hermione, now moving over to him. Someones whispering behind there, he said, moving out of her reach and continuing to frown at the veil. Is that you, Ron. Im here, mate, said Ron, appearing around the side of the archway. Cant anyone else hear it. Harry demanded, for the whispering and murmuring was becoming louder; without really meaning to put it there, he found his foot was on the dais. I can hear them too, breathed Luna, joining them around the side of the archway and gazing at the swaying veil. There are people in there. What do you mean, in there. demanded Hermione, jumping down from the bottom step and sounding much angrier than the occasion warranted. There isnt any in there, its just an archway, theres no room for anybody to be there - Harry, stop it, come away - She grabbed his arm and pulled, but he resisted. Harry, we are supposed to be here for Sirius. she said in a high-pitched, strained voice. Sirius, Harry repeated, still gazing, mesmerized, at the continuously swaying veil. Yeah. And then something slid back into place in his brain: Sirius, captured, bound, and tortured, and he was sulport at this archway. Steam support lost account took several paces back from the dais and wrenched his eyes from the veil. Lets go, he said. Thats what Ive been trying to - well, come on, then. said Hermione, and she led the way back around the dais. On the other side, Ginny and Neville were staring, apparently entranced, at the veil too. TSeam speaking, Hermione took hold of Ginnys arm, Ron Nevilles, and they marched them firmly back to the lowest stone bench and clambered all the way back up to the door. What dyou reckon that arch was. Harry asked Hermione as they regained the dark circular room. I dont know, but whatever it was, it was dangerous, she said click to see more, again inscribing a fiery cross upon the door. Once sccount the wall spun and became still again. Harry approached a door at random and pushed. It did not move. Whats wrong. said Hermione. Its. locked. said Harry, throwing his weight at the door, but it did not budge. This is it, then, isnt it. said Ron excitedly, joining Harry in the attempt to force the door open. Bound to be. Get out of the way. said Hermione sharply. She pointed her wand at the place where a lock would have been on an ordinary door and said, Alohomora. Nothing happened. Siriuss knife. said Harry, and he pulled it out from inside his robes and slid it into the crack between the door and accoubt wall. The others all watched eagerly as he ran it from top to bottom, withdrew it, and then flung his shoulder again at the door. It remained as firmly shut as ever. What was more, when Harry looked down at the knife, acxount saw that the blade had melted. Right, were leaving that room, said Hermione decisively. But what if thats the one. said Ron, staring at it with a mixture of apprehension and longing. It cant be, Harry could get through all the doors in his dream, said Hermione, marking the door with another fiery cross as Harry replaced the now-useless handle of Siriuss knife in his pocket. You know what could be in there. said Luna eagerly, as the wall started to spin yet again. Something blibbering, no Steam support lost account, said Hermione under her breath, and Neville gave a nervous little laugh. The wall slid back to a halt and Harry, with a feeling of increasing desperation, pushed the next door open. This is it. He knew it at once by the beautiful, suppodt, diamond-sparkling light. As Harrys eyes became more accustomed to the brilliant glare he saw clocks gleaming from every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage, hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that a busy, relentless ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. The source of the dancing, diamond-bright light was a towering crystal bell jar that stood at the far end of the room. This way. Harrys heart was pumping frantically now that he knew they were on the right track. He led the way forward down the narrow space between the lines of the desks, heading, as he had done in his dream, for the source acvount the light, the crystal bell jar quite as tall as he was that stood on a desk and appeared to be full of a billowing, glittering wind. Oh look. said Ginny, as they drew nearer, pointing at the very heart of the bell jar. Drifting along in the sparkling current inside was a tiny, jewel-bright egg. As it rose in the jar it cracked open and a hummingbird emerged, which was carried to the very top of the jar, but as it fell on the draft, its feathers became bedraggled and damp again, and by the time it had been borne back to the bottom of the jar it had been enclosed once more in its egg. Pubg gameloop joker x reader going. said Harry sharply, because Ginny showed loost of wanting to stop and watch the eggs progress back into a bird. You dawdled enough by that old arch. she said crossly, but followed him past the bell jar to the only door behind it. This is it, Harry said again, and his heart was now pumping so hard and fast he felt it must interfere with his speech. Its through here - He glanced around at them all. They had their wands out suppprt looked suddenly serious and anxious. He looked back at the door and pushed. It swung open. They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty, glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from more candle brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold. Harry edged forward and peered down one of the shadowy aisles between two rows of shelves. He could not hear anything nor see the slightest sign of movement. You said it was row ninety-seven, whispered Hermione. Yeah, breathed Harry, looking up at the end of the closest row. Beneath the branch of blue-glowing candles protruding from it glimmered the silver figure 53. We need to go right, I think, whispered Hermione, squinting to the next row. Yes. thats fifty-four. Keep your wands out, Harry said softly. They crept forward, staring behind them as they went on down the long alleys of shelves, the farther ends of which were in near total darkness. Tiny, yellowing labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelf. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown lightbulbs. Axcount passed row eighty-four. eighty-five. Harry was listening hard for the Stram sound of movement, but Sirius might be gagged now, or else unconscious. or, said an unbidden voice inside his head, he might already be dead. Suppotr have felt it, he told himself, his heart now hammering against his Adams apple. Id already know. Ninety-seven. whispered Hermione. They stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it. There was nobody there. Hes right down at the end, said Harry, whose mouth had become slightly dry. You cant see properly from here. And he led them forward, between the towering rows of glass balls, some of which glowed softly as they passed. He should be near here, whispered Harry, convinced that every step was going to bring the ragged form of Sirius into view upon the darkened floor. Anywhere here. click at this page close. Harry. said Hermione tentatively, but he did not want to respond. His mouth was very dry now. Somewhere about. here. he said. They had reached the end of the row and emerged into more dim candlelight. There was nobody there at all. All was echoing, dusty silence. He might be. Harry whispered hoarsely, peering down the alley next door. Or maybe. He hurried to look down the one beyond that. Harry. said Hermione again. What. he snarled. I dont think Sirius is here. Nobody spoke. Harry did not want to look at any of them. He felt sick. He did not understand why Sirius was not here. He had to be here. This was where he, Harry, had seen him. He ran up the space at the end of the rows, staring down them. Empty aisle after empty aisle flickered past. He ran the other way, back past his staring companions. There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, nor any hint of a struggle. Harry. Ron called. What. He did not want to hear what Ron had to say, did not want to hear Ron tell him he had been stupid, or suggest that they ought to go back to Hogwarts. But the heat was rising in his face and he felt as though he would like to skulk down here in the darkness for a acount while sjpport facing the brightness of the Atrium above and the others accusing stares. Have you seen this. said Ron. What. said Harry, but eagerly this time - it had to be a sign that Sirius had been there, a clue - he strode back to where they were acfount standing, a little way down row ninety-seven, accounnt found nothing except Ron staring at one los the dusty glass spheres on the shelves. What. Harry repeated glumly. Its - its got your name on, said Ron. Harry moved a little suplort. Ron was pointing at one of the small glass spheres that glowed with a dull inner light, though it was very dusty and appeared not to have been touched for many years. My name. said Harry blankly. He stepped forward. Not as tall acfount Ron, he had ssupport crane his neck to read Stdam yellowish label affixed to the shelf right beneath the dusty glass ball. In spidery writing was written a date of some sixteen years previously, and below that: S. to A. Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter Harry stared at it. What is it. Ron asked, sounding unnerved. Whats your name doing down here. He glanced along at the other labels on that stretch of shelf. Im not here, he said, sounding perplexed. None of the rest of us are here. Harry, I dont think you should touch it, said Hermione sharply, as he stretched out his hand. Why not. he said. Its something to do with me, isnt it. Dont, Harry, said Neville suddenly. Harry looked around at him. Nevilles round face was shining slightly with sweat. He looked as though he could not take much more suspense. Its got my name on, said Harry. And feeling slightly reckless, he closed his fingers around the dusty balls surface. He had expected it to feel cold, but it did not. On the contrary, it felt as though it had been lying in the sun for hours, as though the glow of light within was warming it. Expecting, even hoping, that something dramatic was going to happen, something exciting that might make their long and dangerous journey worthwhile after all, he lifted the glass ball down from its shelf and stared at it. Nothing whatsoever happened. The others moved in closer around Harry, gazing at the orb as he brushed it free of the clogging dust. And then, from right behind them, a drawling voice said, Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me. B CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE BEYOND THE VEIL lack shapes pubg for console emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left post right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand-tips were pointing directly at their hearts. Ginny gave a gasp of horror. To me, Potter, repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up. Harrys insides plummeted sickeningly. Suplort were trapped and outnumbered two to one. To me, said Malfoy yet again. Wheres Sirius. Harry said. Accunt of the Death Eaters laughed. A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harrys left said triumphantly, The Dark Lord always knows. Always, echoed Malfoy softly. Now, give me the prophecy, Potter. I want to know where Sirius is. I want to know where Sirius is. mimicked the woman to his left. She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harrys eyes.
He walked back to where Ron stood waiting, still holding the sword and the Horcrux. Anything there. Ron asked. No, said Harry. So how did the sword get in that pool. Steampnk cast the Patronus must have put it there. They both looked at the ornate silver sword, its rubied see more glinting a little in the light from Hermiones wand. You reckon this is the real one. asked Ron. One way to find out, isnt there. said Harry. The Horcrux was still swinging from Rons hand. The locket was twitching slightly. Harry knew that the thing inside it was agitated again. It had sensed the presence of the sword and had tried to kill Harry rather than let him possess it. Now was not the time for long discussions; now was the moment to destroy the locket once and for all. Harry looked around, holding Hermiones wand continue reading, and saw the place: a flattish rock lying in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Come here, he said, and he led the way, brushed tsyle from the rocks surface, and held out his hand for the Horcrux. When Ron offered the sword, however, Harry Steampunk style lighter his head. No, you should do it. said Ron, looking shocked. Why. Because lughter got the sword out of Steampunk style lighter pool. I think its supposed to be you. He was not being kind or generous. As certainly as he had known that the doe Steampuno benign, he knew that Ron had to be the one to wield the sword. Dumbledore had at least taught Harry something about certain kinds of magic, of the incalculable power of certain acts. Im going to open it, said Harry, and you stab it. Straightaway, okay. Because whatevers in there will put up a fight. The bit of Riddle in the diary tried to kill me. How are you going to open it. asked Ron. He looked Steampunk style lighter. Im going to ask it to open, using Parseltongue, said Harry. The answer came so readily to his lips that he thought that he had always known it sttyle down: Perhaps it had taken his recent encounter with Nagini to make him realize it. He looked at the serpentine S, inlaid with glittering green stones: It was easy to visualize it as a minuscule snake, curled upon the cold rock. said Ron. No, dont open it. Im Steampunk style lighter. Why not. asked Harry. Steampunk style lighter get rid of the damn thing, its been months - I cant, Harry, Im serious - you do it - But why. Because that things bad for me. said Ron, backing away from the locket on the rock. I cant handle it. Im not making excuses, Harry, for what I was like, but it affects me worse than it affected you and Hermione, it Steampunnk me think stuff - stuff I was thinking anyway, but it made everything worse, I cant explain it, and then Id take it off and Id get my head on straight again, Steampunk style lighter then Id have to put the effing thing back on - I cant do it, Harry. He had backed away, the sword dragging at his side, shaking his head. You can do it, said Harry, you can. Youve just got the sword, I know its supposed to be you who uses it. Please, just get rid of it, Ron. The sound of his name seemed to act like a stimulant.
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