HP meets at Hogwarts

Harry put one hand in the mane of the nearest Thestral and took a firm hold, planting one foot on a nearby tree stump, and awkwardly climbed onto its soft, smooth back.It didn't resist, but it turned its head, baring its fangs, eager to continue licking his robes.

Harry found that he could sit more securely with his knees under the wing joints, and then he looked around at the others.Neville was hunched over the back of the other Thestral, trying to cross one short leg to the other side.Luna was already sitting sideways, arranging her robes like she would ride a Thestral every day.But Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stood still, mouths open and eyes staring.

"What's wrong?" Harry said. "How are we going to get on it?" Ron murmured, "We can't see them." "Oh, easy," said Luna, sliding off the Thestral enthusiastically, striding towards Ron, Hermione, and the others. Ginny, "Here??" She pulled them to the Thestrals standing around them, and one by one helped them onto the Thestrals' backs.

-503?She gave them their hands to hold on to the mane, and told them to hold on, before walking back to her mount.All three of them looked terribly nervous. "It's unbelievable," Ron muttered, stroking the horse's neck cautiously back and forth with his free hand, "unbelievable?? If I could see it—" "You'd better never see it." Ha Leigh said darkly, "So, are you all ready?" The others nodded, and Harry saw five pairs of knees tense under their respective robes. "Okay?" He looked down at the Thestral's smooth black head, and swallowed nervously. "So, London, Ministry of Magic, Guest Entrance." He said uncertainly, "Huh?? If you knew?? How to get there??"

The thestral stood motionless for a moment; then it spread its wings suddenly, so violently that it nearly threw Harry off; it crouched slowly, then shot skyward with great speed and angle. It was so steep that Harry had to hug its body tightly with his hands and feet to prevent it from slipping off its bony tail.He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cheek against the silky mane of thestrals as they rushed through the treetops into the fiery sunset.

Harry never imagined he could fly so fast.Thestrals flew over the castle rapidly, their broad wings waving powerfully; the cold air slapped on Harry's face; he squinted his eyes against the gust of wind, and turned his head to see five companions flying with him, in order to avoid the Each one of them ducked as far as they could behind the Thestral's neck as he rolled his wake.

They flew over the Hogwarts grounds, skimming over Hogsmeade; Harry could see mountains and valleys below.The day began to fade, and they flew over one village after another, and Harry saw lights scattered all over the place, and then a solitary car speeding through the hills on the winding mountain road on its way home? ? "How strange!" Harry could barely hear Ron shouting from somewhere behind, imagining what it would be like to gallop so high in the air without seeing his mount.

Twilight □ □ Pro: The sky is gradually showing 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.Harry wrapped his arms around the horse's neck, hugging him tightly, wanting it to fly faster.How much time had passed since he had seen Sirius lying on the floor of the Department of Mysteries?How long can Sirius resist Voldemort?Harry could only conclude that his godfather had neither obeyed Voldemort's orders nor was he killed, as he was sure that either outcome would make him feel Voldemort's joy or wrath flowing through his body, making his scar Burning like the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

They were flying in darkness; Harry felt his face stiff and cold, and his legs clamped tightly to the sides of the Thestrals were numb, but he didn't dare to change positions for fear of slipping? ?He couldn't hear anything, only the rumbling air rushed past his ears, and his mouth was dried and frozen by the icy night wind.How much did they go - 504?He was no longer conscious of it; his hopes rested on the Thestral below him, still speeding resolutely through the black night sky, barely flapping its wings as it flew forward.

If they are too late? ?He's alive, he's still fighting, can I feel it? ?What if Voldemort decided that Sirius would not submit? ?I should know? ?Harry's stomach jerked; the thestral's head suddenly dropped to the ground, and he slid forward a few inches along its neck.Are they finally going to land? ?He seemed to hear a scream behind him, so he turned his head nervously, didn't he see the falling body? ?Presumably they were all taken aback when they changed direction, as he was.

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.Suddenly, it seemed as if they were rushing toward the pavement; with all his might, Harry held on to the Thestral for the impact of the sudden landing.However, the thestrals fell lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.Harry slid off its back and glanced around the street. The overfilled dump truck was still parked not far from the dilapidated telephone box, illuminated by the monotonous orange street lights. clear their original color.

Ron landed nearby and fell headfirst from the Thestral onto the pavement.

"I don't want to do it again," he said, struggling to his feet.He seemed to want to stride away from the Thestral, but he couldn't see it, so he bumped into its hind legs and nearly fell back on his back again. "Absolutely, never again?? This is bad enough—"

Hermione and Ginny fell on either side of him: the movement of sliding off the horse's back was more elegant than Ron's, but after returning to the solid ground, the relaxed expressions on their faces were almost the same; Neville trembled Leaping from her horse, Luna slid off her mount with a light, deft motion.

"Where should we go now?" Luna asked Harry politely and with interest, which sounded more like an interesting day trip.

"This way," said Harry.He gave his mount a quick grateful pat, then led them quickly to the dilapidated phone booth and opened the door. "Come on!" He urged his hesitant companion.

Ron and Ginny obediently went in; Hermione, Neville, and Luna squeezed in afterward; Harry glanced back at the Thestrals, which were scavenging for rotting scraps of food in the dump truck.Then he squeezed his way into the phone booth behind Luna.

"Whoever is closest to the phone, dial the number 62442!" he said.

Ron stretched his arm awkwardly toward the dial and dialed the number; as the dial snapped back into place, a woman's indifferent voice came into the booth.

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

-505? "Harry Potter, Ron' Weasley, Hermione Granger," said Harry quickly, "Ginny Weasley, Neville' Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, here we go He's here to teach, unless you, the Ministry of Magic, get him out first."

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

Six badges slid out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject the coins.Hermione scooped them up and handed them over Ginny's head without a word to Harry; Harry glanced at the top one: Harry.Potter, rescue mission.

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

"Got it!" Harry said loudly, as his scar ached again. "Can we move now?"

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.In such a narrow space, Harry clutched his wand and squatted down as far as he could to look out through the glass to see if anyone was waiting for them in the main hall, but 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 Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening," said the woman's voice.

The door of the phone booth slammed open and Harry staggered out, followed by Neville and Luna.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.

"Come here," Harry said softly, and the six of them ran at full speed in the hall, and he ran past the fountain at the head towards the security checkpoint, where there used to be a wizard guard weighing Harry's leopard wand, but now There was no one there.

Harry thought there should be security guards here, and believed it was a bad omen that no one was guarding the door.His sense of foreboding intensified as they walked through the golden gates to the lift.He pressed the nearest "Down" button, and almost immediately the elevator clicked into view, the golden bars slid out of the way to the sides, and with a deafening, reverberating clang, they rushed inside.Harry poked button number nine, and the bar slammed shut.The elevator rattled harshly, and Harry hadn't noticed how loud it was when he'd been here with Mr. Weasley that day.He believed that such a noise must have attracted the attention of every security guard in the building.But when the lift came to a stop, the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The fence opened and they stepped out into the hallway, where except for the nearest -506?Except for the torches flickering and flickering in the draft stirred up by the elevator, there was no movement.

Harry turned to the plain black door.For months he had only seen it in his dreams, and now he was here at last.

"Let's go." He whispered, leading everyone along the corridor, Luna followed behind him, opened her mouth slightly, and looked around.

"Well, listen, everyone," said Harry, stopping not six feet from the Black Door, "maybe there should be a few people here—lookouts, and—"

"But if something happens, how can we inform you?" Ginny asked with raised eyebrows, "You may be far away?"

"We'll all come with you, Harry," said Neville.

"Let's go on," said Ron firmly.

Harry still didn't want to take them all with him, but it looked like he had no choice.He turned to face the black door and walked over? ?As in a dream, it opens.He stepped across the threshold, and the others followed.

They were standing in a huge round room.Everything here, including the ceiling and the floor, is black; identical black doors with no markings and no handles are set at some distance from each other and embedded in the surrounding black walls, and some candles with blue flames are adorned. On the walls, cold, flickering candles were reflected on the polished marble floor, making the floor look like a puddle of black water.

"Close the door, please," Harry muttered.

When Neville did as he was told, he regretted the order.Without the narrow ray of light that poured in from the corridor behind them, the place became so dark that for a while they could see only the blue candles flickering on the walls and their horrible reflections on the floor.

In Harry's dream, he always walked through the house without hesitation, went straight to the door facing the entrance, and then walked on.But now there are twelve doors around.Just as he was staring at the several doors in front of him, trying to determine which one he should enter, with a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move sideways.The circular wall rotates.

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm as if worried that the floor would move too, but the floor didn't move.A few seconds later, their Zhou Si's blue flames blurred into similar halos with the rapid rotation of the wall.Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumble died away and all was quiet again.

There were streaks of blue light in Harry's eyes; he couldn't see anything else.

"What's this for?" Ron asked in a worried voice.

"I guess it's confusing us which door we came in from," Ginny replied in a low voice.

Harry realized at once that she was right: it was harder for him to identify the exit now than it was to find a black ant on a dark floor; any of the twelve surrounding doors could be a They need to go through -507?that one.

"How are we going to get out?" Neville asked uneasily.

"It doesn't matter now," said Harry excitedly, blinking his eyes as he tried to erase the blue lines in his eyes, and tightened his grip on his wand. "We don't need to go out until we find Sirius—" —”

"Just don't call his name out loud!" said Hermione hastily; she didn't need her to remind him, Harry knew intuitively that he should try to keep as quiet as possible.

"Where are we going, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I don't—" Harry started, swallowing again, "In those dreams, I got off the lift and went through a door at the end of a corridor into a dark room—that's That question—then I go through another door and into a room that's a little? Go away. Come on."

He went straight to the door facing him, the others following closely behind.He put his left hand on the cold, shiny door, raised his wand, ready to rush the moment it opened, and pushed.

The door swung open with ease.

Chandeliers hung low from the white ceiling on golden chains, and the square room seemed very bright after the darkness of the first room, though without the hazy, flickering light Harry had seen in his dream.The room was almost empty except for one table, and in the middle of the room there was a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid, big enough for them to swim in it; many white things were slowly floating in it drift away.

"What's this?" Ron whispered.

"I don't know," said Harry.

"Is it a fish?" Ginny asked softly.

"Akamaggot!" Luna said excitedly, "Papa said the Ministry of Magic kept—"

"No," said Hermione.Her tone was a little strange.She walked up and looked in through the container. "It's the brain."

"Brain?"

"Yes?? Why do they raise such a thing?"

Harry came to stand beside her in front of the water tank.True enough, he was so close that he couldn't be mistaken.In the depths of the green liquid they appeared and flickered eerie, like slimy broccoli.

"Get out of here, everyone," said Harry. "Not this one, let's try another door." "There are also many doors here." Ron said while pointing to the surrounding walls.Harry's heart sank; how big is this place? "In my dream, I went through the black room and entered the second one," he said. "I think we should go back and try again from there."

They sped back into the dark round room; instead of the blue candlelight, those hideous images of the brain swam before his eyes.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione screamed just as Luna was about to close the door of the brain behind her, "The sign appears!"

She drew her wand in mid-air, and a fiery red "x" appeared on the door.As the door clicked shut behind them, there was a deafening rumble, and the walls began to whirl again.But in the faint blue light, there was a huge, fuzzy golden red, and when everything was still again, the fiery x was still burning, showing that this door they had already entered.

"Good idea," said Harry, "now, let's try this one again—"

He still strode straight to the door in front of him, raised his wand and pushed the door open, and the others still followed behind.

This one was somewhat larger than the previous one, dimly lit, square, and sunken in the center, forming a gigantic stone pit about twenty feet deep.The stone steps circled the room like stone benches, descending step by step, each step steep, like a lecture theater, or the courtroom where Harry had been interrogated by the Wizengamot. The station is located on the top step.But instead of the chained chair in the center of the stone pit, there was a raised stone platform with an arch on top of it, which looked very old and dilapidated, and Harry wondered how it could still stand there. Do not fall down.There was no support from any walls around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hung on it, and although the air here was cold and there was no wind, it was swaying gently, as if it had just been touched. .

"Who's there?" said Harry, jumping onto the stone bench on the next step.But no one answered, but the curtain still fluttered.

"Be careful!" Hermione said in a low voice.

Harry quickly climbed down the stone benches to the very bottom of the stone pit, and then walked slowly towards the stone platform. The footsteps echoed in the room, and the pointed arch now looked much higher than when looking down on it from above.The curtain was still swaying slightly, as if someone had just passed through it.

"Sirius?" Harry called again, his voice soft because of the proximity.

He had a very strange feeling that someone must be standing behind the curtain, or on the other side of the arch.Gripping his wand tightly, he walked cautiously around behind the table, but there was no one there; only the other side of the tattered black drapery could be seen from here.

"Let's go," Hermione called down the middle of the stone steps. "Not this one, Harry, come on, let's go."

It sounded like she was frightened, more frightened than she had been in the room with the swimming brains, but Harry felt that the arch had a unique beauty to it despite its age.The lightly fluttering curtain interested him; he felt a strong desire to climb up the ledge and pass through it.

-509? "Harry, hurry up, okay?" Hermione's tone became more urgent.

"Here it is," he said, but did not move.He had just heard something, a faint whisper and muttering from behind the curtain.

"What are you talking about?" he asked loudly, his words echoing across the stone benches.

"Nobody's talking, Harry!" said Hermione, walking towards him.

"Someone's whispering in the back," he said, moving away from Hermione, still staring at the curtain, frowning, "Is that you, Ron?" "I'm here, buddy." En said and came out from the other side of the arch. "Can't you all hear the sound?" Harry asked urgently, as the whispers and mutterings grew louder; he'd found his feet on the ledge without realizing it. "I can hear it too," Luna whispered and came to the side of the arch to stand with them, she watched the fluttering curtain, "There are people inside!"

"What do you mean, 'in there'?" Hermione asked angrily, jumping down from the bottom step, feeling so angry out of nowhere, "There's nothing 'in there', it It's just an archway, there's no place for anyone to stay, Harry, stop doing this, get out of this hood quickly—"

Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled it away, but he wouldn't listen. "Harry, we're here to save Sirius!" she said at the top of her voice. "Sirius," Harry repeated, still dazed, eyes fixed on the fluttering curtain, "ah??" He finally recovered; Sirius was captured and tied up. tormented while he stares at the arch? ?He took a few steps back from the stone platform, his eyes suddenly averted from the curtain.

"Let's go," he said.

"I've been asking - well, let's go!" said Hermione, walking back around the ledge.On the other side of the stone dais, Ginny and Neville were also staring at the curtain in raptures, apparently fascinated.Hermione and Ron didn't say anything, Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm, Ron grabbed Neville's arm, strode resolutely to the bottom stone bench, and climbed all the way back to the entrance of this room .

"What do you think that arch is?" Harry asked Hermione when they were back in the dark circular room.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it must be dangerous." Hermione said affirmatively, drawing another X on the door.

The wall spins again, then stops.Harry picked a door at random, walked over and pushed it, but it didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Is it?? Locked??" Harry said as he slammed into it with his whole body, but the door still didn't budge.

"It looks like that's it, isn't it?" Ron said excitedly, trying to force the door open with Harry. "It must be it."

"Get out of the way!" Hermione screamed.She pointed her wand at the position where the door lock should be, and said in her mouth: "Alahoo hole!"

Kemen is still the same.

"Sirius' knife!" said Harry.He took the knife from his robe and inserted it through the gap between the door and the wall.The others watched eagerly as he slashed the knife from top to bottom, then he pulled it out and gave it another shoulder bump.The door was still shut as tightly as before.Not only that, but when Harry looked down, he saw that the blade had melted.

"In that case, let's leave this room alone," said Hermione decisively. "But what if it's this room?" Ron said, looking at the door with worry and longing.

"Impossible, Harry can go through all the doors in his dream." Hermione said and made another X on the door, and at the same time, Harry put back the handle of the scrapped Sirius knife pocket.

"What do you think might be in there?" Luna asked eagerly, as the walls began to turn again.

"Nagging, no doubt," Hermione whispered back, and Neville gave a nervous little smile.

The wall gradually stopped, and Harry pushed open a door next to him with some desperation.

"It's here!"

He recognized this room at once when he saw the beautiful, diamond-like flashes of dancing light.After his eyes gradually got used to the dazzling light here, he could clearly see that the dials of many clocks were shimmering.They ranged in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hung between bookshelves, or stood on tables the length of the entire room.Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps.The diamond-bright jumping light came from a towering bell-shaped crystal glass dome at the far end of the room.

"This way!"

Harry's heart beat violently once he knew they were on the right track.He walked ahead, following the narrow gap between the tables to the light source, just as he had done in his dream.The bell-shaped crystal glass, the height of Harry, stood on a table and seemed to be filled with a churning, sparkling air of air.

"Oh look!" said Ginny, pointing to the center of the glass bell as they drew nearer.

In the flickering light floated a small, jewel-bright egg.As it rose up in the glass enclosure, it snapped open, and a hummingbird emerged, rising straight to the very top of the glass enclosure, but as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were stained again, Drenched until it reaches the very bottom of the glass enclosure and is again enclosed in an egg.

-511? "Keep going, don't stop!" snapped Harry, because Ginny seemed eager to stop and watch the egg turn into a bird.

"You've had enough of the old archway!" she retorted, but followed him past the crystal bell to the only door behind it.

"Here it is," Harry said again.His heart was beating violently, and he thought it must have affected his words, "It's going through here—"

He glanced around at the others, all of whom had drawn their wands, looking all at once serious and urgent.He stared back at the door again.He pushed and the door opened.

They came inside, and they found the place at last.It was as tall as a cathedral, and filled with towering shelves filled with little dusty glass spheres, but nothing else.More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves at regular intervals, from which came dim light, the same blue flames as those in the black round room.Those little glass balls glow faintly in these lights.It was cold inside the house.

Harry walked forward slowly, looking down at a dark passageway between two rows of shelves. He couldn't hear a sound, and couldn't feel any movement, even the slightest movement.

"You said row 97," Hermione whispered beside him.

"Yes." Harry responded softly, looking up towards the end of the nearest row.The candle was burning blue, and the silver number 53 was flashing under the stand. "I think we should go to the right." Hermione whispered, squinting at the row next to her, "Right?? This is 54??"

"Everyone get your wands ready," said Harry softly.

They tiptoed along the long aisle between the shelves, glancing back from time to time, where it was almost pitch black.On the shelf below each glass globe was a small yellowed label.Some globules glowed with mysterious flowing light, others were vague and dark, like light bulbs that had gone out.

They walked past row 84? ?Row 85 - Harry is trying to hear the slightest movement, but can't hear anything, maybe Sirius' mouth is gagged, or maybe he's unconscious? ?Or, a disgusting voice drilled into his head: "Maybe he's dead??"

If so, I could feel it, Harry reminded himself, his heart pounding in his throat, would I know? ? "97!" whispered Hermione.

They gathered at one end of row 97, staring intently at the aisle next to the shelves, which was empty.

"He's over there," said Harry, his mouth dry. "It's impossible to see clearly from here."

He led everyone through between two rows of towering glass balls. When they passed, some of the glass gave off a faint light? ? "He should be around here," Ha and J's voice was very small, he was convinced that with every step forward, the pitch-black Di-512?The ragged figure of Sirius will appear on the board, "Is it somewhere here?? Really close??"

"Harry?" Hermione tried calling him, but he didn't want to answer, his mouth was dry.

"Here?? Somewhere??" he said.

They had come to the other end of the row of shelves, exposed to more dim candlelight.There is no one here either.Only echoes and dusty silence.

"Maybe he's in??" Harry whispered hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the aisle next to him, "or maybe??" He immediately looked down the next aisle.

"Harry?" Hermione called again.

"What?" He was a little impatient.

"I?? I don't think Sirius is here."

No one said anything.Harry didn't want to see any of them.He felt bad.He didn't understand why Sirius wasn't here.And he should be here.That's where Harry met him? ?He ran quickly across the rows of shelves in one direction, looking down them.One empty aisle after another flashed past him.His companions were looking straight at him, and he turned again, passed them, and ran in the opposite direction.There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, and no signs of a fight.

"Harry?" Ron called.

"what?"

He didn't want to listen to Ron; didn't want to hear Ron tell him he was stupid, or suggest that they should go back to Hogwarts, but his face was getting hotter and hotter, as if he wanted to face the tall bright Before the main hall and other reproachful glances, secretly hide for a while in the darkness here? ? "Did you see this?" said Ron.

"What?" Harry asked, his tone urgent this time - it must be a trace or clue that Sirius had been here.The others were standing a little further in from the end of the 97th shelf, and he strode up to them, noticing nothing but Ron looking at a dirty glass globe on the shelf.

"What?" he asked gloomily again.

"It's - it's got your name on it," said Ron.

Harry moved closer, and Ron pointed to a small glass globe, which was dirty as if it hadn't been touched in years.But the shimmer in it makes it somewhat shiny.

"My name?" Harry asked blankly.

He stepped forward, not being as tall as Ron, and he had to crane his neck to see the yellowed label pasted on the shelf under the glass globe.It is marked with a date about 16 years ago in delicate fonts, followed by: -513? SPTtoA.PWBD Dark Lord and(?) Harry Potter Harry staring at it.

"What's this?" Ron asked. "Why is your name on it?"

He glanced at the other labels on the shelf.

"It doesn't have my name on the shelf," he said bewildered, "and no one else's."

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," Hermione shrieked as Harry reached for it.

"Why shouldn't it?" he said. "It's about me, isn't it?"

"No, Harry," said Neville suddenly.Harry glanced at him.Neville's sweaty round face was shining slightly, and it looked as if he couldn't take any more restlessness and anxiety.

"It's got my name on it," said Harry.

He thought whoever he was, and gave it a go, so he grabbed the dirty little ball.He had expected it to be cold, but instead, it felt as if it had been in the sun for hours, warmed by its own glow.Anticipating, even hoping that something dramatic would happen, hoping that something exciting would make their long and perilous journey finally worth something, Harry took the glass globe off the shelf and stared at it. watch it.

Nothing happens.Five other people came and stood around him, and he brushed the thick dust off the surface of the glass ball with his hands.their eyes