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Chapter 23: The Door

As soon as the door opened, a cold pink enveloped him. Since he had arrived at the ministry, he hadn't noticed Pink's presence. It was as if a hand had been removed from his throat. Now he understood why he felt light. Pink was there. It was like pieces of cloud in the room. In the left corner, a door was left open. He didn't know which door it is. Behind the door was a sea of mist and pink mist.

A soft color that fades to white. Draco's legs dragged him helplessly to the center of the room. He felt Ron standing on his left side.

Draco's knees trembled. His mouth was open. The rotation of the room began with a very gentle acceleration. Draco's neck turned, eyes bulging, along with the mysterious pink door. As the speed increased, he had to turn around.

His hands were away from his body. He was looking for the balance he had lost. Ron gripped Draco's elbow. If he hadn't known Draco, he would have thought he needed a point of support, which immediately calmed him down. But he himself had seen this scene many times and gave the right to Draco.

As soon as the room went quiet, Hermione stepped forward and stood by the pink door. She leaned against the wall and used her wand to direct the pink mist towards Draco and Ron.

"Forbidden room of the ministry. The
door that was always locked" Hermione's voice echoed in the room.

Hermione's silence was too long. Ron raised his folded brows.

"It just opened by itself. Everyone thinks that the key is in the hands of the Minister of Magic, but he never had a key. No one can go through the door." Ron explained.

Draco raised a hand. He was trying to catch the pink smoke hanging in the air.

"How long has it been open?" He said with a louder voice than he expected.

He knew the answer himself. The last time he had seen Hermione at the Ministry, she was terrified. Of course, they were both scared.

"Two days before you find Harry." Hermione answered.