Perhaps that was the greatest difference between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters: they valued life and recognized the meaning of Life Existence.
Every life was so special, even if not everyone could stand on the most dazzling stage.
Blood streamed freely from his eye sockets. Goyle leaned against a shelf packed with Prophecy Orbs, his face an eerie, deathly white as his limbs convulsed wildly.
He felt as if he had stepped into a dazzling River of Stars.
The Department of Mysteries, which had been so quiet and shrouded in mystery, suddenly erupted into chaos. The roar of battle and cries of combat filled his ears, making him wonder for a moment if he had somehow arrived on a battlefield.
It was strange. He had no idea what was happening, but suddenly the vaguely discernible, mysterious River of Fate became crystal clear.
In an instant, it grew more vivid, clearer and clearer.
Was it because the Prophecy Orbs had been shattered? He couldn't figure it out.
As an eerie sensation of detachment washed over him amid his heavy blood loss, his whole body grew light and hazy.
Then he began to float.
All the noise faded away.
He wandered, dazed, through this Sea of Stars, his eye sockets filled with a river of stars. He had no idea what was happening, but he resolutely walked toward a certain direction.
Anton had told him!
When he got lost and didn't know what to do, he shouldn't think about it. He should let his heart guide him, and Magic would show him the way.
Goyle believed everything Anton said.
He kept walking, coming straight to a curtain that was at once dazzlingly colorful and shrouded in darkness.
Goyle stared blankly upward, gazing ahead.
It was a scene that