The Ministry of Magic is facing a formidable situation today.

Mr. Porter is coming to visit again.

The last time Mr. Potter came, the Ministry of Magic was severely tossed around. It was humiliating and terrifying.

Almost everyone was terrified.

When Harry and Dumbledore came out of the elevator.

The Ministry of Magic official who was responsible for checking the safety of visitors came over immediately.

"Welcome Mr. Potter, Mr. Dumbledore." He was so nervous that his voice was trembling.

Harry nodded at him. "Once is new, twice is familiar. There's no need to check anything again this time."

"Of course!" He nodded, his voice a little sharp at the end, "The Ministry of Magic trusts Mr. Potter 100%."

He led the way.

Passing by the Magical Brothers Fountain, the statues could not help but tremble, shrink their heads, and even stop spraying water, waiting for Harry to walk over before they resumed their work.

The Ministry of Magic takes Harry very seriously.

There was even a separate elevator set aside just for Harry to go up and down, and none of the other Ministry of Magic officials even had any objections. They were willing to do so even if they had to be squeezed into a patty and wait for the next elevator.

Alone in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry's reputation is not much better than Voldemort's - at least Voldemort has not yet destroyed the Ministry of Magic, but this Mr. Potter will really destroy the Ministry of Magic if someone offends him.

Even notes don't fly into this elevator. In fact, there is no room for them to fly.

The Department of Mysteries is one floor below the Visitors' Hall.

Nine floors underground.

Unlike all other departments, outside the elevator was a dimly lit corridor with a few oil lamps. Officials from the Department of Mysteries were waiting at the elevator door.

They all wore black robes which were completely different from those of ordinary Ministry of Magic officials. They had a stern demeanor and were serious. They also had very typical British features - their hair was sparse. They were not loyal customers of Potter's hair growth water, perhaps because they felt that staying in such a dark environment, with no one seeing them, their hair could just grow freely.

"Mr. Porter, welcome." The Mediterranean man standing at the front spoke, but there was no enthusiasm in his tone that should be expected of a welcome, and he just smiled twice.

"If you're not welcome, just say so." Harry said softly, walking out of the elevator, "There's no need to put yourself in a difficult position."

A group of Ministry of Magic officials trembled.

The greeter introduced: "Mr. Potter, this is the Director of the Department of Mysteries, Caius Flynn."

Flynn.

One of those British families that pride themselves on being noble and pure-blooded.

"Keynes, long time no see." Dumbledore greeted him warmly.

"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore." Keynes responded to him, his expression slightly softer.

"Harry, Keynes was once an outstanding Ravenclaw." Dumbledore took on the job of introducing him. "When he was studying, I was not even the headmaster, but only the head of Gryffindor."

"I heard that you decided to become a Silent Person after graduation. I didn't expect that you would become so outstanding after so many years."

Keynes looked at him and said, "In fact, both you and Mr. Porter are very suitable to be the Silent Man."

"No ambition, but curious about magic."

"What do you think, Mr. Potter? You can take over the Department of Mysteries after I retire. This is where you will find the truth about almost all magic."

Harry looked at him and said, "Mr. Flynn, I'm not that curious about magic."

"You know why I study so hard."

Keynes was stunned, then thought of something and nodded.

The corridor was not long. In the time it took them to finish speaking, they reached the end. Blocking their way was a pitch-black door with ancient runes engraved on it.

“Magic comes from within, and it connects with the world.”

Harry whispered.

"You are good at runes." Cairns looked at him, a little surprised. "Many young wizards don't care about this course, including me at the beginning. Before becoming a Unspoken Man, few people can recite it so smoothly."

He pulled out his wand and knocked gently on the door.

Click, click, the clock ticked, and the black door slowly opened.

"So, Mr. Potter, why are you so tough and insist on visiting the Department of Mysteries?" After Keynes opened the door, he walked in first, looked back at Harry, and asked softly.

"I'm sure there might be some young wizards out there who might be interested in the stuffy, old-fashioned Department of Mysteries."

“But you shouldn’t be one of them.”

Behind him is the little-known Department of Mysteries.

The empty hall was only illuminated by some blue torches. There were twelve identical black doors on the surrounding walls. Even the runes on the doors were exactly the same as those on the door outside.

There were no distinguishing marks on these doors.

Harry raised his head and looked towards a door: "The Hall of Death."

Cairns followed his gaze and frowned, "Mr. Potter, have you ever heard of the Department of Mysteries?"

What Harry looked over was indeed the Hall of the Dead.

The answer is correct, but not normal at all.

Nothing in the Department of Mysteries will be revealed to the outside world. Except for the Unspoken Man, the only thing ordinary wizards can observe and understand is this circular hall.

What's behind the door?

What is the Department of Mysteries researching?

Even wizards like Dumbledore knew very little.

What's more... The Department of Mysteries adheres to the creed of "mystery" and does not distinguish between each room. Even the Unspoken people who have just been working there for one or two years find it difficult to tell which room each door corresponds to. As for Potter, this is his first time here, at least on the surface, it is his first time here.

How had he been able to identify the "Hall of Death" so accurately?

"I smell death." Harry shook his head, smiled lightly, and walked towards it.

And whispers.

Ever since I stepped into the Department of Mysteries, these whispers have been ringing in my ears.

There was a man and a woman, with voices he had never heard of before, but he knew they were the voices of James and Lily, his parents.

There was also another man and woman whose voices he was familiar with, Geralt and Yennefer.

And Vesemir...

The voices beckoned him over.

Keynes followed him and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, with a question in his eyes: "Can you smell the breath of death?"

Dumbledore nodded to him: "Keynes, don't be so surprised, Harry is very perceptive."

keen?

Really sharp?

Keynes thought of the recent leak in the Department of Mysteries, and his expression became gloomy again.

When he reached the door, Harry stopped and looked at Cairns.

Keynes waved his wand and opened the door.

Only the three of them went in.

An even stronger breath of death was blowing in the face, and the vision became dim. This room was larger than the hall outside, but there was no trace of the Traceless Expansion Charm. It seemed that such a large space had always existed underground, and it collapsed from the four sides to the middle like a funnel. I don't know whether the stone steps were built by the Ministry of Magic, or they have been like this since they existed, with neat and steep rows arranged downwards.

The bottom, which was about the size of a basketball court, was even more empty than the outside. There was only a low stone platform with a stone archway and a tattered black curtain hanging on it.

It fluttered slightly, as if waving to outsiders.

The whispers became more pronounced.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you okay?" Harry turned his head and clenched his fists.

Dumbledore felt a phantom pain in his stomach, and he twitched slightly, and he waved his hand: "Harry relax, I'm fine, I've seen it once."

"Really?" Harry unclenched his fist.

They walked down, closer to the curtain.

"I can explain it to you under limited conditions." Keynes said, "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore has already told you..."

Harry asked him, "Has anyone been in there?"

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes." Keynes shook his head, "But there is a record in the files of the Department of Mysteries. More than two hundred years ago, when the Ministry of Magic was just established, the first group of Unspoken People conducted a detailed investigation of it."

"There are three great wizards..."

"I'm sorry, Harry, I can't tell you their names. Only the Unspoken know the affairs of the Unspoken."

"They walked into the Veil, and never came back."

"Before the Ministry of Magic, had anyone ever gone in and come back alive?" Harry asked again.

Keynes was startled and shook his head: "Sorry, I haven't heard of anything that is not recorded."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry looked at him. "Does the Three Hallows have anything to do with it?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

"But I only had the Elder Wand at the time, and I could sense that possessing this wand could destroy it briefly."

Keynes pondered and hesitated: "Do the three sacred artifacts really exist?"

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled at him. "Keynes, but you have to keep it a secret for us and be our Silence Man."

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak from the Sorting Hat: "According to fairy tales, putting on the Invisibility Cloak can help you escape death."

He looked toward the curtain.

“Perhaps, if I put it on, I can walk into the veil, and then come out of the veil, stained with the breath of death, and wander on the boundary between life and death?”

Dumbledore grabbed his hand. "Harry, it is possible, but..."

Harry shook it off and looked at him strangely: "Professor Dumbledore, what strange things are you thinking about in your honey cockroach-soaked brain again."

"Of course I can't be so stupid as to put on an invisibility cloak and rush in."

"Mr. Flynn." He turned and looked at the Director of the Department of Mysteries who was still in a daze.

"What's wrong, Mr. Porter?" Keynes responded immediately, his attitude much gentler, and even a smile on his face.

Mr. Potter suddenly looked less ferocious than when he first arrived.

He is truly a rising star in the wizarding world, the famous heir of Gryffindor.

He sees it now.

The Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows, is in the hands of Mr. Dumbledore.

The Invisibility Cloak, one of the three Hallows, is in Mr. Potter's hands.

Keynes, oh Keynes, you are so confused!

Why can't we be nicer to Mr. Potter? If we build a good relationship, maybe we can borrow the three holy vessels for research in the future.