Invading The Ritual Site!

Harry stood still, gazing at the invisible barrier in front of him. It loomed like an impenetrable wall, steady and unyielding, its presence filling the space with a sense of finality. But Harry didn't appear discouraged. Instead, he had something else in mind; a different approach.

With a quiet determination, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an object that immediately drew everyone's attention. It was a golden key, its surface shimmering with a mysterious glow. The key was made of an unfamiliar material, etched with intricate runes, symbols that seemed to pulse with ancient energy, as if they held secrets of a time long past.

Steven, standing nearby, watched Harry's movements with increasing uncertainty. His eyebrows furrowed, a wave of hesitation crossing his features. "Zack, what are you doing?" Steven asked, his voice laced with concern. He had no idea what Harry was planning, but something about this felt different.