Harry took the Resurrection Stone.

This was the first time he touched this thing. It was cold to the touch and had a heaviness that was different from its size.

It is completely different from its appearance as a Horcrux. There are no longer those suggestive whispers or illusions of the dead coming back to life. It is quiet, a simple and clean black gem.

He looked up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore handed over the Elder Wand without hesitation: "Harry, we should have a sparring match if we have a chance."

"While you still can bully me, why don't you bully me a few times?" Harry said with a wry smile.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Harry held out his hand and took it.

Keynes held his breath and witnessed this scene carefully - the three legendary holy artifacts finally fell into the hands of the same person for the first time in history.

But nothing mysterious happened.

They were in Harry's hands, held quietly.

"I'll go then." Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked towards the curtain.

Keynes was stunned, looking confused: "That's it for the three holy artifacts?"

"What else? Keynes, what do you think will happen?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Keynes came back to his senses: "Those are the three sacred vessels."

The legendary three Deathly Hallows, treasures bestowed by the god of death to wizards, are so ordinary, shouldn't they be transformed and made famous? Stimulate the magic, bless the fairies, and then summon the god of death.

"It is still unknown whether they are related to the god of death." Dumbledore shook his head. "In essence, they are nothing more than more powerful magic props. Didn't Nico create the Philosopher's Stone? If that thing hadn't been destroyed, perhaps a thousand years later, they would say that the Philosopher's Stone was created by Merlin."

"And my friend, the great alchemist, Nicolas Flamel, may become the incarnation of Merlin."

Keynes sighed.

It is a sigh for the Philosopher's Stone.

The Department of Mysteries had never seen such a powerful and strange legendary prop that was able to distort not only the rules of the world but also the rules of magic to some extent.

They talked.

Harry walked in front of the curtain, and all the whispers and heart-stirring illusions disappeared. The Invisibility Cloak was a thin layer, pressing heavily on his head. This was the first time he felt the weight of the cloak after using it for so long. His eyes were hazy, and the Invisibility Cloak seemed to no longer be transparent, alienating him from the world.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the curtain.

Hula——

There was a harsh, rustling wind.

Passing through the curtain, he came to a wilderness, dead silent and lifeless.

Turning back, I saw a stone archway behind me with a curtain hanging above it, swaying silently in the non-existent breeze.

Harry stepped forward.

Not long after, the Resurrection Stone held in the other hand suddenly trembled, and a white light came out, warm, sunny, and healing. It leaped up and flew backwards.

Harry turned his head. He had good eyesight and watched the white light quickly connect with the stone arch and the curtain.

Just as I guessed.

This is the anchor and the coordinate.

Harry continued to walk forward. The ground was barren and there was no reference point. The star hanging above his head, which was either the sun or the moon, was of no use. Half an hour passed and it remained motionless.

This land is so desolate that time seems to have ceased to exist.

Harry took one step at a time.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he could sense that his body had not changed at all. Just like the Pegasus, it was not tainted with the breath of death.

Maybe there wasn't enough time and the marinade wasn't done yet?

In addition to the sound of the wind, there was suddenly a sound of rushing water, which made Harry quicken his pace.

Soon, he came to a river.

The river is spacious, several hundred meters long, and the water flows rapidly and loudly, almost at the speed of a waterfall.

The river water was murky, like pumpkin soup, only darker and more mucky.

A few withered elderberry trees took root beside the river, standing in low clusters, like human bones growing out of the soil.

Harry thought about the story.

"Three brothers were walking on a lonely and winding road. They came across a rushing river."

He raised his wand.

"The water is too deep to wade through, and it's too dangerous to swim across, but all three brothers know magic."

Magic power surged and the transformation spell was cast.

"They just waved their wand and created a bridge big enough to cross this river."

With a few snaps, the elderberries broke and flew onto the river, twisting into a sturdy wooden bridge.

Harry came over and walked onto the bridge.

"But when the three brothers were halfway there, a hooded man blocked their way."

Harry walked right past and nothing happened, the hooded figure didn't appear.

He turned around and looked at the bridge.

The Grim Reaper didn't show up. Was it because it didn't want to show up, or was it because it was wearing an invisibility cloak?

Unfortunately, it's too dangerous to remove the invisibility cloak here.

Harry sighed softly and continued walking forward.

After crossing the river, the feeling of alienation from the world brought by the invisibility cloak became even more severe. His feet stepped on the solid ground, but his whole body felt light.

Harry could feel that something was brewing in his body, forming a thick cocoon and was about to break out.

He walked and walked.

Just when that thing was brewing to its maximum, something different finally appeared in the field of vision ahead - it was a door.

A lonely door standing in the wilderness.

Harry moved closer.

The door is very simple, made of woven elderwood, with no patterns or decorations on it, except for a very conspicuous round hole under the handle.

Harry picked up the Elder Wand, and the round hole matched it perfectly.

He reached out and touched the door.

With a click, the things in his heart tore open their cocoons and poured out like a flood. The icy cold almost immediately engulfed his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Harry raised his hand, and the color disappeared, leaving only paleness.

The breath of death was contaminated by me.

He took a deep look at the door, put away the Elder Wand, held the Resurrection Stone tightly, and walked back.

What is behind the door? Why is there such a door in this world?

Harry was curious.

But he didn't know how long he had spent here. At first, he was still calculating the time in his mind, but as the number gradually grew larger, he became tired of recording it.

Compared to curiosity, Avalon means more to him.

The white light on the Resurrection Stone is still there, strong and stubborn.

Harry walked forward, following the light.

It was much faster to go back than to come here. Suddenly I reached the river and stepped across the wide river. After a few more steps, I was back to the curtain.

Harry walked back through the curtain.

The air from the world of the living blew over him, and he took a deep breath.

Jump off the stone platform and put away the invisibility cloak.

"Harry, thank God you're out." Professor Sprout said with concern, his voice gradually relaxing. "I was really worried."

Harry said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He noticed that his voice had become a little hoarse.

"Didn't you eat in there?" Dumbledore asked, "You look very bad now, as if you have been hungry for a long time."

Harry shook his head. He took a bottle of water from the Sorting House and took a sip. When his throat felt better, he continued to ask, "How long have I been in there?"

"A week. A whole week," Dumbledore answered him.

Harry was startled.

One week?

This time was much longer than he estimated. He thought he would only be inside for one day at most, but it turned out to be seven times longer.

"There is no flow of time or space there." Harry finished drinking the water, took out a new pot, walked to the stone steps and sat down, "I don't have the concept of hunger or thirst, and my senses and body didn't tell me that there was anything unusual. I thought that not much time had passed."

"Mr. Porter, what did you encounter in there?" Keynes asked impatiently.

Sprout was dissatisfied: "Mr. Flynn, Harry needs to rest now!"

"Am I in a bad state now?" Harry looked up at the amiable Professor Sprout, whose face now showed real anger.

Sprout nodded, looking worried. "It's terrible."

She raised her wand and waved it gently, creating a mirror.

Harry looked.

His hair was dry and gray and lay on his head. He had very serious dark circles under his eyes, which had collapsed into his nose and dry lips. He was a refugee who fled from Velen to Novigrad.

There was no blood on his face, and it was even stained with a hint of heavy black mist, making him look half-dead.

"It's terrible." Harry nodded.

He had never been so embarrassed.

He gurgled, drank another half bottle of water, took out the Elder Wand and handed it to Dumbledore: "The situation inside is very boring, just a wasteland. I walked and then encountered a river. It was almost the same as in the story of the three brothers, but after I conjured up the bridge, Death did not appear."

"The scenery on the other side of the river didn't change at all. It was only when I felt the breath of the dead was on me that a door appeared in front of me."

At this point, Harry paused, drank the remaining half bottle of water, and then continued: "It's just as we guessed."

"The invisibility cloak can evade death."

"The Resurrection Stone is a beacon, it points the way to the Veil."

"As for the Elder Wand, it is the key."

Dumbledore was startled: "Key?"

Harry nodded. "There's a hole in the door that's just big enough for the Elder Wand to fit through. I think that will open the door."

"What's behind the door?" Keynes was fascinated. "What's behind the door?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know."

Keynes was stunned.

"I didn't go in." Harry took out a small piece of biscuit, soaked it in the third bottle of water, and ate it in small bites. "I have already got what I want, so I will come out naturally."

Keynes felt a little aggrieved: "We are all at the door, Mr. Potter, you have all the key props, why don't you..."

"Mr. Flynn!" Sprout interrupted him fiercely, "You should be thankful that Harry's body is different from that of an ordinary person. He is much stronger than most people."

"Seven days. Seven whole days without water or food!"

"If it were an ordinary person, he would have died in there a long time ago."

"Even if Harry can hold on, it would be at the limit of his body. How could you do that? Do you want Harry to die in there?"