[HP] Reason is still chaotic

The last one was the History of Magic exam.At two o'clock in the afternoon, the fifth-grade students walked into the auditorium and sat down in front of the upside-down test papers.

"Open your test papers," Professor Marchban said in front of the auditorium, and immediately turned the huge hourglass upside down. "You can start now."

Harry casually started answering the questions, History of Magic was always the subject that gave him the most headaches.Unlike divination, there is a big difference between wanting to learn well but not learning well, and breaking the pot.After answering the paper to the best of his ability, Harry released Occlumency and let himself fall asleep.

He was walking down that cold, dark corridor of the Department of Mysteries again.The black door opened for him as before, and he came to the round room with many doors, walked straight across the black stone floor, passed through the second door, and came to the third door, which was also like the others. The door opened as well.He was once again in the divination room of the Department of Mysteries.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 moving on the floor.Harry's eyes widened in surprise, it wasn't Sirius, it was Draco!

He saw Draco on the floor screaming in pain from the Cruciatus Curse, and he sobbed, "Master, I can't do it!"

"You are not qualified to call me master!"

Harry was awakened by Voldemort's rage, his scar burning.Professor Marchban walked up to him. "Are you all right, Potter?"

"Y-okay! No," said Harry flusteredly, "not so good! Professor, I think I might need to go to the medical wing!"

"Oh, alright!" Professor March nodded understandingly, "Have you finished answering the questions? You can go!"

Harry walked out of the auditorium with his schoolbag on his back, put on the invisibility cloak, and quickly ran towards the principal's office. Ten minutes later, Harry led Ron and Hermione to the Forbidden Forest familiarly.On the way, Hermione kept sullen, looking very unhappy.

They took off in the afterglow of the setting sun.The sky was getting dark, and Harry and the others were flying in the darkness. After an unknown period of time, the bright orange lights around them became bigger and bigger.They could already see the roofs of the buildings, and suddenly they seemed to be heading for the sidewalk.Thestrals fell lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.The three of Harry slid off the Thestral's back.Harry led them quickly to the dilapidated phone booth and opened the door.

Ron and Hermione followed Harry into the phone booth.Harry picked up the phone and dialed the unforgettable number 62442.When the dial was quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice came into the phone booth, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and what you are here to do."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger," said Harry quickly, "we're here to teach!"

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

Three badges slid out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject the coins.Harry picked up the three rescue mission badges and handed them out to Ron and Hermione without a word.

"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 ground of the phone booth shook suddenly and gradually fell.Darkness closed over their heads, and they descended into the depths of the Ministry.A thin golden light shone on their feet, widened and moved to their bodies.

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

The door of the phone booth slammed open, and Harry rushed out with Ron and Hermione.They were running at full speed down the hall, and as they walked through the golden gates to the elevator, Harry pressed the nearest 'Down' button, and the elevator clicked into view almost immediately, and the golden bars slid through it to either side, Harry poked button number nine, and the bar slammed shut.

As the elevator stopped, the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The grate opened and they stepped out into the corridor, Harry turning towards the plain black door.He clenched his wand tightly. He had been seeing this door since the last time he was in fifth grade, and it was here that he lost the closest person in the world.Harry took a deep breath, this time history will not repeat itself!If all goes well, Voldemort's life will end here today.

"Let's go," whispered Harry, leading the group down the corridor, with Ron and Hermione following behind him, looking around.They went into the prophecy room, found row 97, and found the prophecy ball.

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Harry reached out nonchalantly and took it off the shelf.Then, Bellatrix Lestrange's voice came from right behind them, "Very well, Potter, give it to me now!"

Many dark shadows appeared around them, blocking their way on both sides.The men's eyes gleamed in the slits of their hoods.Calmly, Harry counted the wands aimed at their hearts, nine, a third less than last time.That's right, the number of Death Eaters around Voldemort this time was one-third less than last time.Harry thought grimly, and the richest and most powerful third.

"Here, Potter!" Bellatrix and her fellow Death Eaters moved closer.

Harry asked in mock panic, "Where's Draco?"

"Hahaha!" Bellatrix said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always predicts things like a god!" She looked at Harry maliciously, "Little baby was woken up by fright, and thought that the dream was Really." The surrounding Death Eaters laughed.

"Where's Draco?" Harry asked again.

Bellatrix laughed the loudest. "It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams."

"Yeah, that's right!" Harry said softly.He raised his wand and moved first.Red and green spells were intertwined in the prophecy room, and the sound of the prophecy ball breaking could be heard from time to time.Harry said to Ron and Hermione: "Take them to the Great Hall, we have to let everyone know..."

The three of them fought and retreated, red and green spells emanating from the tips of their wands.After fighting off four Death Eaters, the elevator doors finally shut out Bellatrix Lestrange's roar.

Standing in the golden hall, Harry laughed and threw Bellatrix to the ground the moment he saw Bellatrix. "No!" With Bellatrix yelling, Harry felt a sharp pain across his forehead, his scar was burning hot again, and felt a strong surge of anger that had nothing to do with his own. Coming up, he grinned and said to Bellatrix with a smile, "Your dear old fellow Voldemort knows that the Prophecy Ball is broken! He won't be happy with you, will he?"

"No!" she was still screaming, "It's not true! Master, I did my best, I did my best...don't punish me..."

Harry looked at her coldly, feeling a rush of revenge.

At this time, an angry and cold voice said: "You smashed my prophecy ball?!"

Voldemort's snake-like terrifying face appeared in Harry's sight, pale and haggard, with scarlet eyes with pupils like slits fixed on Harry.Voldemort appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointed at Harry.

"Yeah!" said Harry cheerfully, "I broke it on purpose!"

At this moment, a fire burst up in the fireplace along one wall, and the floor reflected emerald green flames.A stream of wizards, men and women, swarmed out of the fires - and it was Scrimgeour arriving with the Aurors.He stood in the forefront, staring at Voldemort.Dumbledore stood beside him, followed by the Order of the Phoenix.

Voldemort raised his wand, a green light approached Dumbledore, Dumbledore turned around and dodged like a gust of wind.It was like a signal for war, all the Aurors started to move, the Death Eaters began to summon their companions, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix began to fight the Death Eaters.

"It would be foolish to come here tonight, Tom," said Dumbledore quietly. "Is prophecy really so important to you?"

Voldemort spat and sneered, "If you don't think the prophecy is important, why are you guarding it here?!"

"Obviously, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly, "Because I'm not because of the prophecy, and I can even tell you the content of the prophecy."

Voldemort looked at him suspiciously, "Dumbledore, don't try to lie to me!"

"I don't have to." Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm not afraid of the prophecy being known to you."

"Ha!" said Voldemort mockingly, "Are you joking, Dumbledore?!"

Dumbledore just looked at him calmly, "So Tom, what did you hear?"

Voldemort glared at him, and finally he said, "A man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord has come near...born of a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times... born of the seventh At the end of the month..."

"The Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he has powers that the Dark Lord does not understand...One must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, only one survives... ...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..." continued Dumbledore.

Voldemort turned his head abruptly, watching Harry stay where he was, dodging the spells flying around with ease.He sneered: "That's why you have to tell me."

"Yes," said Dumbledore sadly, "one must die at the hand of the other, and this is a battle in which I cannot take part."

Voldemort said sarcastically: "You think he can beat me now?!"

"Why not?" Dumbledore looked at him. "Harry does have powers you don't understand."

Voldemort sneered and shot a death curse at Harry, and the center of the hall became a battlefield between the Dark Lord and the Savior.Everyone marveled at the evenly matched battle between Harry and Voldemort.But Harry himself knew that Voldemort's experience was far beyond his reach.Salazar's words echoed in his head, "You must cast the Death Curse on each other at the same time."

Harry got the timing right and said the same spell when Voldemort cast the Death Curse again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two streaks of green light staggered and shot out from the magic wand whose center was the phoenix's tail feathers, and hit their owners at the same time.The wizards who fought in the Ministry watched in horror as the Dark Lord fell with the Saviour.

Harry felt his scar explode, and an unimaginable pain enveloped him, sinking him into darkness.

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