Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 116 Battle of the Department of Mysteries (Zero)
Taoist Lingxu, who was meditating, suddenly remembered that there was something under his fire.Quickly extinguished the flame and took it out.It turned out to be a piece of tortoise shell, looking at the cracks on it that were baked by fire.Taoist Lingxu hurriedly calculated.He frowned.Hastily took the brush and wrote a sentence on the paper.Then set up Xiangyun and left the castle.

At this moment.

Harry walked down the cold, dark corridor of the Department of Mysteries again, with firm, decisive steps, occasionally running a few steps, and he finally made up his mind that he must reach his destination.The black door opened for him as it always did, and he entered the round room with many doors, walked straight across the black stone floor, and passed through the second door.Spots of light danced on the walls and floor, and there was a strange ticking sound of machinery, but there was no time to see, he had to hurry!He took a few last jogs to the third door, which opened like the others.He was once again in a room the size of a cathedral, filled with shelves and glass globes.Now his heart is beating very fast?He's getting there this time.When he reached the 97th row of shelves, he turned left and hurried along the narrow aisle between the two rows of shelves.But there was a figure on the floor at the end of the passage, a figure that was moving on the floor like a wounded animal.Harry's stomach tightened with fear!Excited to tighten up!A sound came out of his own mouth, a shrill, cold voice with no trace of human kindness in it! "Get it for me. Take it off, quick! I can't touch it! But you can!"

The black figure on the floor moved slightly.Harry saw a hand with long, white fingers gripping a wand and raising it at the end of his own arm.Hearing that shrill, cold voice say, "Crucio!"

The man on the floor screamed in pain. He tried to get up, but he writhed and fell.Harry was laughing.He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned and stopped moving.

"Dark Lord Voldemort is waiting??"

The man on the ground had his arms trembling, and very slowly propped his shoulders up a few inches and lifted his head.His face was blood-stained, haggard, and twisted in pain, but he still had a resolute and unyielding expression.

"You have to kill me," whispered Sirius.

"I'll do it eventually, no doubt," said the icy voice, "but you're going to bring it to me first, Blake? Do you think that's all the pain you feel? Think again? How many more hours do we have and no one can hear you scream?"

But when Voldemort lowered his wand, someone screamed; someone yelled and fell from behind a hot table onto the cool stone floor beside him.Harry woke up with a start as he fell to the floor, still screaming, his scars burning, and around him, everyone in the Great Hall was startled.

"I'm not going! I don't need to go to the school hospital! I don't want to!"

Harry spoke in a hurry, trying to break free from Professor Tofty. Just now, under the gaze of the students around him, Professor Tofty helped Harry into the outer hall, and now he was looking at him very worriedly.

"I-I'm fine, sir," stammered Harry, wiping the sweat off his face, "really! I just fell asleep and had a nightmare."

"Exam pressure!" said the old wizard sympathetically, patting Harry on the shoulder tremblingly, "It's all right, young man, all right! Now, have a glass of ice water, and then you plan to go back to the Great Hall? The exam is almost over, but you might be able to complete the last question without any problems?"

"Yes," said Harry excitedly, "I mean? No? I've done—as much as possible, I think? I think?"

"Very good, very good," said the old wizard gently, "I will put away your papers, but I suggest you lie down."

"I will," said Harry, nodding vigorously, "thank you very much."

The old man's heels had barely crossed the threshold and disappeared into the Great Hall when Harry ran up the marble stairs and down the corridors, making the portraits on the road grumble unhappily.He climbed a few more flights, and finally burst through the two doors of the school hospital like a hurricane, leaving Madam Pomfrey, who was spooning some bright blue liquid into Montague's mouth. mouth—screamed in panic.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

"I want to see Professor McGonagall," Harry gasped, his lungs tearing as he breathed. "Right now! It's urgent!"

"She's not here. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said sadly, "she was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital this morning. How can she withstand four stun spells directly in the chest at her age? She It's a miracle they didn't kill them."

"She? Gone?" Harry asked in shock.

The bell rang outside the dormitory, and he heard a rumbling sound in the distance. It was the movement of students from upstairs and downstairs rushing into the corridor as usual.He still looked at Madam Pomfrey motionlessly, feeling more and more flustered.

There is no one to notify.Dumbledore is gone, Hagrid is gone, and Harry always thinks that Professor McGonagall is still there. She may be a little impatient and stubborn, but she is always trustworthy and always by their side? "I don't think you're so surprised, Potter," Madam Pomfrey said with an expression of approval. "None of them would try to stun Minerva McGonagall during the day! Coward, is that? ? Despicable cowards?? If I wasn’t worried that something would happen to you students after I left, I would have resigned in protest.”

"Yes." Harry said blankly.

He turned, strode aimlessly from the hospital into the crowded hallway, and stood there, overwhelmed by the crowd; panic spread like poisonous gas in his heart.He's dizzy and doesn't know what to do? ?Ron and Hermione, said a voice in his head.

He was running again, pushing aside students who were in his way, paying no heed to their angry complaints.He raced down two flights of stairs at full speed, to the top of the marble staircase, when he saw them hurrying toward him.

"Harry!" said Hermione hurriedly, looking panicked. "What's wrong? Are you all right? Are you sick?" "Where have you been?" asked Ron. "Come with me," said Harry quickly, "come on, I have to tell you something."

He led them along the corridor on the second floor, looking into the classroom from each door along the way.He finally found an empty classroom and rushed in, closing the door behind Ron and Hermione as soon as they entered, leaning against it, facing them.

"Voldemort caught Sirius."

"what?"

"How do you—?"

"I saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep during the exam."

"But - but where? How did you catch it?" asked Hermione, her face pale.

"I don't know how," said Harry, "but I know exactly where. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries with shelves full of glass globes, and they're on shelf 97." At the end?? There is something he wants there, and he wants to use Sirius to get it?? He is torturing Sirius?? He said he will kill Sirius in the end!"

Harry found his voice trembling, as did his knees.He moved to a table and sat down, trying to calm himself down.

"How do we get there?" he asked them.

Everyone was silent for a while.then asked Ron. "Go—where?"

"Go to the Department of Mysteries and save Sirius!" Harry said loudly.

"But - Harry?" said Ron weakly.

"What? What?" said Harry.

He didn't understand why they were all staring at him dumbfounded, as if he was asking them to do something ridiculous. "Harry," said Hermione very timidly, "Oh?? How?? Voldemort entered the Ministry of Magic, how did no one notice?" "How do I know?" Harry roared, "The question is how do we go in!"

"But? Harry, think about it," said Hermione, taking a step towards him. "It's five o'clock in the afternoon! The Ministry of Magic must be full of staff. How could no one see Voldemort and Sirius go in What about Harry? Of all the most wanted wizards, they're probably two of the most famous! Do you think they could get into a Ministry of Magic full of Aurors?

At this time, Ginny and Neville came running from not far away, and unexpectedly, there was also Luna from Ravenclaw.

"Harry. Are you all right?"

"You said your godfather was arrested, why didn't you find the professor?" Ginny asked.

"Or Professor Lingxu can do it too!"

Outside Taoist Lingxu's office.

"Do it according to your heart. Don't care what other people say." Looking at the note on the table.Harry turned to Hilbert next to him and asked what this meant?
"First of all, Harry it was just a dream. Why did he capture Sirius? It's just your subconscious fear of losing him."

"That wasn't a dream! Hermione, exactly like when Mr. Weasley attacked at Christmas," Harry growled angrily, and Ron clenched his fists. "I'm going to save him, you don't have to."

"Even if what you saw was true, why did Voldemort capture Sirius?" Hilbert walked to the window, the sun had disappeared, leaving only fiery clouds.

"The state of my torture—what? That's not the point. He could be killed by Voldemort any moment."

"Maybe. So what if it's a trap? In fact, it's very possible." Hilbert continued to ask.

Harry tried his best to catch his breath, and after a while, "It's possible, I don't deny it. But I'm going, and I won't ask you to come with me."

"Well, since you insist on this, let's go and have a look with you." Hilbert took out the wand from his waist and said while stroking it.

"And I!"

"And I!"

"Hilbert! Take me with you." Daphne appeared outside the door.

"No, we don't know what we are going to face..."

"I am your person, no matter life or death, we will always be together!"

"How do we get there?"

"Thestrals will take us there!" Luna stood up and said.

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They came to the Forbidden Forest after killing a chicken, which lay bloodied on the ground, waiting for the Thestrals to approach.A few thestrals from a distance came over.Hilbert jumped onto the back of the Thestral and pulled Daphne up.Seeing everyone jumping on the Thestrals, Hilbert yelled, "London, Ministry of Magic, guest entrance."

The thestral stood motionless for a while, then suddenly spread its wings so violently that it nearly threw him off; it crouched slowly, and then shot into the sky like an arrow, Hilbert hugged him tightly. Hold its body so it doesn't slip off its bony tail.They rushed through the treetops and flew into the fiery sunset.Looking back, Harry's horse followed closely behind.

They flew over the Hogwarts grounds, and skimmed over Hogsmeade.They flew over one village after another, and Hilbert saw lights scattered all over the place, and then a solitary car speeding through hills and hills along winding mountain roads on its way home.

The sky gradually showed a faint, hazy purple, scattered with small silver stars.Soon, only the lights of Muggle towns would let them know how high and how fast they were.

All around the bright orange lights grew bigger and rounder; they could see the roofs of buildings, the headlights of traffic like the eyes of a beetle, the square windows showing A dim yellow glow.All of a sudden, they seemed to be heading for the sidewalk.A moment later, the Thestrals landed lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.Hilbert slid off its back and glanced around the street. The dump truck that was full and was about to overflow was still parked not far from the dilapidated telephone booth. Under the monotonous orange street lights, Can't see their original color.

Several people got into the telephone booth at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.A woman's indifferent voice came into the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Hilbert Shafik, [-]nd Class of the Order of Merlin, [-]nd Class of the Order of Merlin. With Harry Potter, come here to save lives. If there is no one in the ministry, please let us know."

"Thank you," said the indifferent voice, "guest, please take the badge and pin it to your clothes."

A badge slipped out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject coins.Harry glanced at the top one: Harry Potter, Rescue Mission.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked and register your wand at the security checkpoint, which is located at the end of the main hall."

The floor of the phone booth shook suddenly, the sidewalk outside gradually rose past the windows, and the foraging Thestrals slowly slid out of sight; the darkness closed over their heads, and with a dull grinding sound, they descended into magic the depths of the department.

A thin golden light shone on their feet, widened and moved to their bodies.

The main hall seemed empty.The light was dimmer than in daytime; there was no fire in the mantelpiece set into the wall, but when the lift came to a steady stop he saw that on the dark blue canopy the golden symbol was still moving irregularly. writhing.The Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic remains open.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening," said the woman's voice.

The door of the phone booth slammed open, and there was eerie silence all around.The only sound that could be heard in the nave was the constant rush of the golden fountains, water gushing and falling from the wands of the wizard and witch, the arrows of the centaur, the tips of the goblin hats and the ears of the house-elf. in the round pool.

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