[HP] How to properly feed the savior

When they arrived at the Ministry of Magic, there was no one there.

"It's not normal, is it?" Riddle leisurely looked at the security checkpoint. "When I came last time, there was a wizard on duty here."

"Voldemort is in the Ministry of Magic, if there are Aurors everywhere, how will he get in?" Harry said sarcastically, imitating Hermione's tone. "Come this way, let's take the elevator down."

The Department of Mysteries is in a huge circular room, everything is black except for a handful of blue flames dotting the walls, barely illuminating the space.In front of them were twelve identical black doors. Neville moved uncomfortably, "How can we find our way back?"

"We don't need to go back until we find Sirius." Harry said forcefully, but his anxious eyes fell on Riddle, "Do you know which door it is?"

Riddle shook his head, "Choose one at random. You and him have a stronger connection, so you might be able to guess it right."

"Let me give it a try." Harry bit the bullet and pushed open the door in front of him, "Oh, it's not here. In my dream, after passing through the hall, I arrived at the place with many shiny things The room. Here..."

This room is very open, and it can even be said to be empty. In the center of the room is a large water tank, inside which is a white brain like a cauliflower swimming in the dark green liquid, which is disgusting. "Let's go." Harry took the lead and walked out. Hermione broke and left a red X on the door.

"Try this one again." After the hall walls stopped spinning, Harry chose the door he was facing again.This is a more spacious room, a bit like an ancient Roman meeting hall. It is circular, with rows of stone steps going down, and a raised platform in the middle, with a dilapidated archway and curtains hanging on it.There was no wind in the room, but the curtains swayed slightly, as if someone had just passed there.

<Come on, come here. >A familiar voice says to him, <You finally found us. >

"Who's there?" Harry asked loudly.

He recalled that voice, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but couldn't remember it.His memory is very good, and there are very few things that he has to bother to search in his mind.However, that voice was so gentle, full of affection, yet so far away, as if it was a person he had loved in his previous life, a figure he had chased, and now the other person finally turned around and smiled at him.He couldn't understand it, but he truly felt the light joy rising in his heart.

<Come to us. > The voice sounded again, also happy, as if the happiness in his heart was shared by the other party. <We've been waiting for you. >

He followed Harry down the steps.Harry called from ahead, "Sirius?"

"He's not there," said Hermione uneasily. "Let's go, not this one."

He didn't think Sirius was there.A female voice came from behind the curtain, it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, but it was hard to distinguish the age, as if the speaker had the kindness of a mother, the sweetness of a lover, and the vivacity of a girl.He longed to hear that voice again.

<Find us.Take us where we should be. > As if responding to his desire, the other person said again. <That's what we've longed for, and it's what you've been waiting for. >

"What are you talking about?" Harry stood in front of the archway, his voice echoing in the room.

"Nobody's talking, Harry!" Hermione sounded terrified. "Let's get out of here quickly, shall we?"

"Ron, is that you?" Harry ignored Hermione and took a few steps forward.

"I'm here, buddy." Ron came around from the other side.

"Have you all heard such a voice?" Harry walked to the stone platform and asked urgently.

"I can hear it too." Luna came over, staring at the arch. "There are people in there!"

"What's 'in there'?" said Hermione angrily, grabbing Harry's arm. "It's just an archway! Come on, Harry, we've got to save Sirius."

"Oh, yes, Sirius." Harry was dragged away by Hermione in dismay.

"You guys go." He walked onto the stone platform, "I have to go in, she said they are waiting for me."

"No one's there!" Hermione yelled at him. "What's wrong with you all?"

"They are. She is." He said firmly, and the closer he got to the arch, the more he could feel the strong desire in his heart to pass through the curtain. "I have to go in."

"Whatever is calling you, I don't think it is a living thing." Riddle said calmly, "Behind the curtain is not a realm for living people to set foot in."

When he turned his head, Riddle was turning the ring on his hand strangely, staring at a certain point in the void, as if there was something floating there that he couldn't see.

"How do you know?" The voice sounded so real that he couldn't believe that the other person was dead.

"I can see," Riddle replied simply. "Trust me, don't go in."

He stared at the ring on the opponent's hand. Although it was still in a deformed state, it was indeed a genuine Deathly Hallows.

"I have to go." He didn't know how to explain it to the other party, as if he came here to pass through this arch, which was destined, "No matter what is behind."

"Be more rational." Riddle came over, grabbed his arm and dragged him off the platform. "We are asking to save Sirius now, we can't waste time here."

"Yeah, Sirius is in danger," Harry said anxiously.

"That has nothing to do with me." He stood firmly on the spot, resisting the power in Riddle's hand, "I have my mission."

"What are you talking about?" Riddle turned him around so hard that he could no longer stare at the arch. "You're really out of your mind! When someone happens to something, you'll have to blame yourself again."

He hesitated, and while Sirius wasn't in the Department of Mysteries, there were other dangers lurking here that he couldn't leave Harry alone.However, another voice in the bottom of my heart said, what is Harry, he is just a person who has existed on the earth for thousands of years.The earth is just an ordinary planet, and Harry is just an ordinary life on this planet. Throughout the ages, such existences are unknown. Looking at the vast universe, it is even a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.Why should he care about such a person?His mission is in space, not on this desolate and lonely planet.

<You don't belong to them, you belong to us, you are one of us. > the voice behind the curtain spoke again. <Come, come to us, we've waited too long, we don't want to wait any longer. >

"I'll be right here." He whispered, "You don't have to wait long."

"Enough!" Riddle snapped. "There is magic on that door, the voice you hear is not real, don't be fooled by it!"

"No." He wanted to break free from the other party's tight grip on him, "It's true, you don't understand... let me go!"

"I can't let you die." The other party suddenly hugged him in his arms, "Let's save Sirius first, and then I will come back to accompany you to study this arch. You can't act rashly. This is the Department of Mysteries. There are many Stuff we can't understand."

He was silent.He knew he had to reach beyond the Veil, but what if he couldn't?What if, as Riddle said, they knew so little and his recklessness ruined this opportunity?He lowered his head and let the other party lead him out of the room.

"What the hell do you think that arch is?" Harry asked them as they left the room.

"Don't know, but whatever it is, it must be dangerous." Hermione gave him a worried look. "Harry, you choose another room."

After ruling out one room that wouldn't open, they finally found the right room.

"It's time." Riddle stared fascinatedly at the dials shining like diamonds. "This is the department that studies time, and the Time Converter is made here."

"Keep going, this is the way!" Harry led them through the second door.This room is extremely high, about tens of meters long, filled with shelves reaching up to the dome, and all the shelves are filled with dusty balls, as if no one has ever cleaned it.The blue candles danced among the shelves, making the room even more lonely and mysterious.

"We're going to find shelf No. 97." Riddle pulled out his wand, letting the tip of the wand shine, illuminating a small silver number on the shelf, "No. 54, let's go here."

"97!" Hermione said suddenly after walking a long way. "right here!"

"He's supposed to be around here." Harry walked anxiously around the shelf, but there was clearly no sign of Sirius here.

"Harry, do you see this?" Ron said, pointing to a corner of the shelf.

"What?" Harry ran back eagerly, and after seeing that the direction Ron was pointing at was just an ordinary ball, his tone became gloomy again, "What is this?"

"It has your name on it."

"Let me see." Riddle also came over.The little yellowed plaque had a date 16 years ago and several names on it.

"SPT...APWBD..." Riddle read. "I do know an APWBD."

"I don't have my name anywhere else, do I?" Harry held out his hand, trying to reach for the little ball.

"No, Harry," Neville said suddenly, anxiety written all over his sweaty face.

"Why not?" said Harry nonchalantly. "It's about me, isn't it?"

"You don't know what that is," said Hermione sharply, "and you don't know what happens if you touch it."

"Since you're all so hesitant, I'll take it." Riddle took the ball off the shelf, and everyone stared at the ball nervously, but nothing happened.

"You... shouldn't have done this." A weak, disturbed-sounding voice sounded, and Lucius Malfoy came out from right behind them.

Several shadows appeared around them, surrounded them, and pointed twelve wands at them.

Riddle frowned dissatisfiedly, "Why can't I take it? He really hopes that I can get it. What is this?"

Lucius wiped his sweat, and before he could answer, Harry asked loudly, "Where's Sirius?"

Several Death Eaters laughed, and a high-pitched female voice said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows everything!"

"You've got him." Harry glanced uneasily in the direction the voice came from, "I know you've got him!"

"Sirius isn't here, and you still haven't figured out what is a dream and what is reality." Riddle said slowly, holding up the little ball and looking at the blue fire on the shelf. "Lucius, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Uh, that's a prophecy ball." Lucius wiped his sweat again. "It records a... a prophecy that the Dark Lord wanted to hear."

"Why did he ask me to get it?" Harry asked again.

"Because only the people mentioned in the prophecy can get the prophecy ball." Lucius looked at Riddle with trepidation, and the latter froze suddenly and stopped there.

silence.Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.After a long time, Neville stared blankly at the small sign on the shelf, on which there were only two names, the Dark Lord and Harry Potter, and then asked in a thin voice, "Obviously, you are not Harry, who are you then?"

Everyone looked at Riddle.

"Crack." The prophecy ball suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Riddle said flatly.

Those present, whether they were members of the DA or Death Eaters, were silent for a moment.Lucius stood there dumbfounded, with an expression of disbelief frozen on his face.

"How dare you—" The woman who spoke before stepped forward, and only then did he see her face clearly.This is a woman who was once beautiful, but now her beauty is not much left, her curly long black hair is messy and tangled together, half covering her sallow skin, her thick eyelids are raised, and there are angry eyes in her eyes .Her cheeks were sunken, terrifying like a skeleton, and her thin lips curled into a contemptuous arc.Bellatrix Lestrange.Neville gripped his wand as soon as he saw her, and he exuded a mighty fighting spirit.

"No, Bella, you know the Dark Lord doesn't want you..." Lucius stopped Bellatrix.However, before the words fell, a ghostly pearly white figure emerged from the fragments of the prophecy ball, resembling a woman with big eyes, and a hoarse and harsh voice that he had never heard before resounded from her mouth :

"A man with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approached... born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... born at the end of the seventh month... the Dark Lord marked him as a formidable enemy, but he had what the Dark Lord did not The energy of understanding...one must die at the hands of the other, two people cannot live at the same time..."

The smoky figure disappeared.Harry swallowed, looking at Riddle with a complicated expression.

Riddle listened to the prophecy with a blank face, and the emotions in his eyes were secretive.Lucius took a step back, cautiously waiting for Riddle to speak.

"Does one have to die at the hands of the other?" Riddle said slowly, "Sounds very interesting."

Hermione trembled and looked at Riddle in horror, as if she had seen something terrible.

"Go!" Harry yelled suddenly.Five spells shot in all directions at the same time, "Break into pieces!"

The surrounding shelves were blasted, countless prophecy balls poured down like a torrential rain, countless pearly white figures of prophets emerged from the sky, making people unable to see the surrounding scene clearly, and countless strange voices rang together. Harry could be heard yelling faintly, "Run!"

"Follow them." Riddle's voice was extremely clear and loud in the noise. "Don't touch Potter, the Dark Lord will deal with him himself."

The Death Eaters scattered in all directions, passing through the crumbling shelves in black clouds of smoke.He also left, but a stream of heat from behind made his body limp involuntarily, falling into a solid arm.

"Go to sleep for a while."

It was the last sound he heard before falling into a coma.