MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts

The Elder Wand went into his cuff, the Resurrection Stone went into the locket, and the Invisibility Cloak was wrapped around him.

John smiled, tapped his shoulder, and covered his body with an invisibility cloak.

"This will be a mysterious adventure."

His body disappeared into the magic tower.

Without leaving with his pet, John opened the passage.

He stepped into the passage.

The perspective of wearing an invisibility cloak is really strange.

With a layer of haze in front of his eyes, John came to the red phone booth.

The finger lightly swiped across the phone, and the phone booth that originally required registration sank.

The Witch King infiltrates the Ministry of Magic.

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"Hermione isn't here today?"

After finally working up the courage, Ron came over with a rose, only to get the news that Hermione was asking for leave.

This discouraged him.

As a good friend, Harry didn't know whether he should tell him about John and Hermione's meeting.

Both parties were good friends, not to mention that after the meeting, Hermione took a leave of absence, which made Harry unsure whether something happened to Hermione.

Ron depressedly held the rose there and started petal divination.

It’s nothing more than whether she likes me or not.

"We can change the time, Ron."

"Forget it, I feel like I don't have the courage." Ron wailed.

Harry hesitated to speak.

At this moment, he saw the elevator going down.

The elevators in the Ministry of Magic use fence doors.

So you can see what's going on inside.

The strange thing is that there is no one in the elevator.

Harry was a little strange, but at this moment Ron collapsed, allowing his attention to focus on Ron again.

Elevator to the Department of Mysteries.

this place.

Footsteps sounded in the black corridor.

Then the black door at the end was opened.

"This feeling is really awkward."

The Witch King sneaked into the Ministry of Magic, and it was strange to think so.

The blue fire in the rotunda gave off a faint light.

After turning, John accurately found the door leading to the Death Hall.

There are steps all around, leading to the arch in the middle.

John walked down slowly.

There had been a fierce war here, and John had appeared under that fatal arch.

Now he wants to step inside again.

Is it death, or a different adventure?

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Chapter 836 Meeting the God of Death Again

There are many mysterious things in the Department of Mysteries.

That room full of love is one.

The Death Hall is also one.

This is the place where executions are carried out.

But because in the past period of time, the Ministry of Magic cooperated with the dementors.

Things like death and execution have become the job of dementors.

As a result, the Death Hall was abandoned for a long time.

That archway leading to nowhere may not be death behind it.

Sirius almost fell in once, but was kicked out by John.

Speaking of which, John can be regarded as Sirius’s benefactor.

Standing in front of the arch again, the thin curtains swayed.

There is obviously no wind here, but it is floating.

John could feel the breath of the Deathly Hallows that was similar to the arch.

This is right.

"I once walked out of Nirvana, and now I am entering while alive."

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Magic Tower.

Winter is not very kind to birds, but it is very kind to dogs.

Riddle opened his eyes. He likes to sleep in winter.

Seemingly seeing something, it waved its wings and left the magic tower.

Basil saw it leaving and did not chase after it.

Under the magic tower.

The girl is struggling internally.

She looked at the door and wanted to push it open, but then pulled back.

After several attempts, she finally didn't push the door open.

Turning around to leave, a black shadow fell on her head.

Grab the girl's shoulders.

"Riddle?"

Daphne was startled, and then she saw what was grabbing her.

Riddle saw her hesitating below, so he simply flew down.

Daphne was caught by Riddle, with an owl head resting on her head.

Riddle called twice, and the door of the magic tower opened.

It's Daphne's turn to leave.

"Christmas is coming. It makes sense for me to give you Christmas gifts."

Like explaining to Riddle, or convincing herself, Daphne cheered herself up and finally took a brave step.

Only when she entered the magic tower could she feel the coldness coming from this empty tower.

Compared with the outside, it is colder here, as if it is more than ten degrees lower.

The black walls and shadows underfoot became intimidating.

There is only one staircase leading to an unknown place, so deep that it seems to lead to an abyss.

Daphne was stunned for a moment.

The great Witch King did not give himself any splendor, only this boundless darkness.

Daphne's mind became heavy.

It could also be because Riddle was standing on her shoulder.

She walked towards the stairs, as if there were a pair of eyes watching her.

Stepping onto the stairs, she headed towards the top floor step by step.

When she came to her senses, the stairs at her feet were still there.

But when we arrived, the stairs were already submerged in darkness.

She had no way out, she could only keep moving forward.

This road seems to have no end.

Daphne gritted her teeth and insisted, sweat streaking across her cheeks.

Riddle wiped her with a feather very considerately.

"Thank you, Riddle."

It's strange. It was obviously Riddle who made the decision for her, but Daphne felt that this might be the best.

Only by walking up this staircase can she know what kind of path the person she likes is taking.

Riddle's round eyes stared at Daphne as she climbed the stairs with difficulty. She had no intention of coming down.

It’s just that it seems to know a lot.

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The Hall of Death.

John prepared to enter the arch.

This place is like a place full of life-killing curses, and no one knows where it leads.

This secret is about to be solved by John.

He listened to the whispers coming from behind the arch, vague, as if they were the murmurs of those left behind.

take the first step.

John sets out towards death.

Live towards death.

A sentence I once gave myself.

John got closer and closer to the arch, until behind him, he stepped into the arch.

The murmuring sound became stronger and went into the ears desperately.

John's expression was dull, and for those who had experienced death, those voices were just a slightly noisy noise.

His body began to disappear, and under the cloak, he could feel that his body had become illusive.

Like a door key, it leads people to different places.

This is a completely different feeling.

Few people can stay awake on the road to death. John did.

He saw the wind, snow and frost, and it was an endless world.

The undead walk here in confusion. They have no self-awareness, and some only move forward instinctively.

Some people's shoes have been worn out, and their feet have left **** marks on the ground.

The road is rugged, and occasionally you can see galloping horses pulling a cart.