I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Thestrals must be very good mounts if not for their terrifying appearance and strange characteristics.

Although the Thestrals of Hogwarts basically never left, when Harry and the others told the Ministry of Magic, they still arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic accurately.

That red phone booth.

Several people squeezed in, and Harry had a good memory. He recalled the number when he and Mr. Weasley went to the Ministry of Magic.

After entering, the indifferent female voice sounded.

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood," he said quickly, "we're here to save People, unless your Ministry of Magic has saved people."

Only the indifferent female voice responded to Harry, "Thank you, guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Five badges dropped from the coin return slot, with their respective names and rescue missions on them.

Obviously this female voice is not real.

Following the last sentence of the female voice, the phone booth slowly sank.

Fortunately, Harry and the others didn't have gorillas like Slytherin Goyle and Crabbe, otherwise they wouldn't be able to squeeze into the phone booth.

When they arrived at the familiar golden hall, they found that the place was unusually quiet.

There was no flame rising from the fireplace inlaid on the four walls, and the entire Ministry of Magic was not at all popular.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good time tonight." The indifferent female voice sounded for the last time.

The door of the phone booth opened suddenly, and Harry and the others walked out.

There was a sound of running water from the golden Magic Brothers fountain, and even the person who was supposed to be in charge of the inspection was gone.

Harry took the lead and started running in the hall. Even though old Barty felt that some of the Ministry of Magic's equipment was outdated and in disrepair, the place was still very large.

The further Harry walked inside, the more disturbed he became.

The last time he was here, the Ministry of Magic was full of people.

Even if it's close to off-duty time, it's impossible for no one to be alone.

Go through the golden grille door and head towards the lift.

The feeling of uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger, but he still had Sirius in his heart, so he pressed the bottom button anyway.

"Percy works here," said Hermione suddenly. "Ron said he was a workaholic, and the time may still be around."

After speaking, Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry said anxiously, "We don't have that time."

Hermione stopped talking after hearing this, and Ginny's thoughts moved.

At the Weasleys, Percy was very nice to Ginny.

After all, there is only one younger sister in a room full of older brothers and younger brothers.

She looked at the button leading to the fifth floor, and silently wrote it down.

Luna is like a little confused who strayed into the Ministry of Magic, and Ginny felt that she had to protect her.

The elevator arrives at the Department of Mysteries, and the grate gate opens.

The corridor outside was empty, with a black door at the end matching Harry's dream.

Harry looked at the door. It wasn't the first time he saw it. To be precise, he saw it too many times in his dreams this year.

"Let's go," Harry whispered, as if afraid to startle anyone.

With only a few feet from the Black Door, Harry recalled Hermione's suggestion and said, "Actually, Hermione was right, maybe we could send someone to look for Percy, and then..."

"I don't think there's a problem with the proposal, but I have a question," Ron asked. "How do we reunite if Percy isn't here and we're separated again?"

As if seeing Harry's thoughts, Ron said, "Don't think about abandoning us, buddy."

Harry looked back at the four of them, seeing no flinch in their faces.

After that impulse, he gradually calmed down.

He suddenly found that Hermione was right, but sometimes he was not very calm.

So he wanted to face it alone, but his companions did not flinch.

Now standing in front of the door, I have no choice.

Harry came to the black door as in a dream, and the door opened.

They stepped into it, and it was a large circular room.

There are many black doors inlaid on the black wall, all of which are exactly the same, without marks or handles.

Some stick candles are dotted on the walls, and the blue flames flicker with cold light, projecting on the polished marble floor, making the ground look like the surface of dark water.

"Who closed the door?" Harry said, regretting it.

When Ron closed the door, the room, which was not bright enough, could only rely on the dim light from the little flame.

Harry just wanted to go through as quickly as possible, but at this moment, those twelve doors in the dream swung.

It's the wall, the circular wall spinning.

When they stopped, they didn't even know which door they came in from.

Harry and the others needed to calm down. Now that they couldn't tell which one was the entrance in the dream, they had to open a door by luck.

It was an empty room.

Perhaps after experiencing the darkness of the previous room, they felt that this room was much brighter.

There were none of the flickering, flickering lights Harry had seen in his dreams.

There were just a few tables, and in the center was a huge glass tank big enough for the few of them to swim in.

The water tank is a dark green liquid, and there are many pearly white things floating lazily there.

Ginny thought it was a fish, Luna thought it was a quivering maggot, but Hermione recognized it immediately.

That's the brain.

Watching a group of brains swim is not a pleasant feeling.

"Let's get out of here," said Harry. "This is not the right place. We need to find another door."

"There are some doors here too." Ron pointed at the surrounding walls, which made Harry's heart sink.

I don't know how big the Department of Mysteries is, and I don't know how many such doors there are.

But this place was different from the room in his dream, he led everyone back to the dark room.

Just as she was about to close the door just now, Hermione stopped loudly.

She took her wand and made a mark on the door, which meant the door had been opened.

The clever way makes all the friends think she is really smart.

When the door was closed and turned again, they immediately saw the door they had entered.

Harry went to another door, followed by the others, wands raised.

This time the room was bigger than before.

Rectangular, sunken in the middle into a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep.

Surrounded by stepped stone benches, they stand at the very top.

It gave Harry the feeling that he had been to the Wizengamot courtroom.

The difference is that this place is larger, and instead of a chair with a chain in the middle, it is a high platform with a stone arch on it.

That arch is very old, dilapidated, and decaying.

What is even more surprising is that it was able to stand upright and stay there.

There was no support around either, only a tattered black curtain or drapery hung.

There is obviously no wind, but the curtain can be seen fluttering there gently.

Harry said suddenly, "Who's there?"

He jumped down and stepped on rows of stone benches to the stone bottom of the pit.

"Sirius?" He seemed to hear some voices coming from inside.

But there was nothing behind that, and Harry heard murmurs, but couldn't make out.

"Harry, let's go, shall we?" Hermione called Harry to leave.

Harry called out to the arch, "What are you talking about?"

"No one's talking, Harry!" Hermione couldn't sit still, and she stepped down.

But Harry stubbornly avoided her outstretched hand, which made Hermione feel very bad.

This is the mysterious Department of Mysteries, the most important place in the Ministry of Magic.

No one knows what magic will affect whom.

Luna seemed to be affected too, which made Hermione more angry than disturbed.

"We're here to save Sirius, don't look at that archway stupidly!"

At last her words had an effect, and Harry thought back to his business.

Harry stepped off the dais, only to turn around to find Ginny standing there.

Without further ado, Hermione went up and pulled Ginny down.

Ron hesitated to speak, that was his sister after all, could you be gentler.

Too much time wasted here, and Harry was a little out of his wits.

On the way out, he asked Hermione if she knew what it was.

Hermione gave him a blank stare, how could she know.

Drop a mark on the door and close the door again.

The wall spins again.

After pausing, Harry walked to a door.

A push, the door did not open.

They're getting excited, which may be the right thing to do.

Hermione couldn't open it with the Unlocking Charm, so Harry took out the knife Sirius gave him, which was better than the Unlocking Charm and could unlock all locks.

It's just that after inserting it into the crack of the door, not only did the door fail to open, but the knife also melted.

There was nothing they could do, which Hermione didn't think would be the case, because Harry dreamed of getting through.

After leaving the mark, the wall turned again.

After stopping this time, Harry pushed open a door.

He was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself as he looked at the familiar dancing spot of light.

You got it right!

They quickened their pace and ran towards another door in the dream.

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