94 hp Diagon Alley

The happy little wizards twitched their mouths, "Suppose we all participate, how will we get there?"

"I think we have solved this problem." Luna said lightly, "Let's fly over!"

"I said," said Ron, almost on the verge of getting angry, "maybe you can fly without a broomstick, but we can't grow wings, and whenever we—"

"Besides using a broomstick, there are other ways to fly." Luna said calmly.

"Looks like we're going to be riding on Snore's back or something?" Ron asked.

"Horned Snorks can't fly," Luna said majestically, pointing behind Harry, "but they can, and Hagrid says they're very good at spotting what riders are looking for."

Harry turned around. According to Luna, there should now be two Thestrals standing between the two trees, blinking their white eyes timidly, watching this secret conversation, as if they were talking about every word. I can understand it.

"Great!" he whispered, walking towards them.Harry stretched out a hand eagerly, and tentatively patted the neck of the nearest Thestral.

"Is this some kind of crazy horse?" said Ron dubiously, staring a little to the left of the body of the Thestral that Harry was patting gently. "Something that people who have seen dead people can only see?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"How many horses are there?"

"Only two," Luna said.

"Well, but we need three," said Hermione, still looking a little trembling, but just as determined.

"Hermione, it's four," said Ginny, frowning.

"Actually, I think we need seven," Luna said calmly as she counted. "Don't be silly, we can't all go!" Harry said angrily, "Listen, you three—" He pointed at Neville, Ginny, and Luna, "You three can't go, don't you— —” They immediately raised more protests.Harry's scar ached more sharply again, and every minute of their delay was precious, and he had no time to argue. "Well, fine, it's your choice," he said curtly, "but unless we can find more Thestrals, you can't—"

"Oh, there'll be more Thestrals coming here," said Ginny confidently.She was delighted that Ron was squinting in the completely wrong direction, apparently her expression made Ron think she was staring at the horses.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because, you may not have noticed, you and Hermione are covered in blood," Ginny said calmly, "and we know that Hagrid used raw meat to attract Thestrals. This is probably how the two of them first appeared. reason…"

Harry felt his robe being pulled slightly at this moment. He looked down and saw that an invisible creature was probably licking his sleeve, which was soaked with Gropp's blood. .

"Excellent," he said, and a brilliant idea popped into his head, "Ron and I get on these two horses and go first, and Hermione stays with the three of you, and she can attract more nights." Qi—"

"I don't want to stay behind!" said Hermione anxiously. "I don't think so," Luna said with a smile, "Look, there are more Thestrals over there—you two smell really strong..."

Harry turned to hear the footsteps of at least six or seven Thestrals walking cautiously through the trees.He has no excuses now.

"Okay then," he said angrily, "then pick one and ride."

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, Gwen, and Ginny stood still, their mouths open and their eyes staring.In fact, they had to use Luna's help to find the location of the Thestrals. "Come here." She pulled them to the Thestrals standing around them, and one by one helped them onto the Thestrals' backs.

Before walking back to her mount, Luna gave them their hands to hold on to the mane, and told them to hold on tight.All four 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—"

"We'd better never see it," said Harry gloomily. "So, are you all ready?" The others nodded. "Okay." He lowered his head and touched the black and smooth head of the Thestral, swallowing nervously. "Then, London, Ministry of Magic, the Guest's Entrance," he said uncertainly, "if you know how to get there."

The thestrals stood motionless for a moment, then suddenly spread their wings in such a motion that it nearly threw Gwen off; it crouched slowly, then shot skyward like an arrow, so fast that The angle was so steep that Gwen had to hug its body tightly with hands and feet to prevent it from slipping off its bony tail.The students rushed through the treetops into the fiery sunset, eyes closed, cheeks pressed against the silky manes of thestrals.

In mid-air the others heard Gwen scream, "I hate flying—!"

They flew over the grounds of Hogwarts, skimmed over Hogsmeade; then a solitary car sped from hill to hill on its way home, winding winding roads.As dusk fell, they flew in darkness.Gwen felt her face was stiff and cold, and her legs, which were clamped tightly to the sides of thestrals, were also numb, but she didn't dare to change positions for fear of slipping.They could hear nothing but the rumbling air rushing past their ears, and their mouths were dried and frozen by the icy night wind.

Finally, the thestrals landed lightly.Everyone glanced around the street. A dump truck that was almost overflowing was parked not far from the dilapidated telephone booths. Under the monotonous orange streetlights, their original colors could not be seen clearly.

"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 the others quickly to the dilapidated phone booth and opened the door. "Come on!" He urged his hesitant companion.

Gwen, Ron, and Ginny obediently went in; Hermione, Neville, and Luna squeezed in afterward; Harry glanced back at the Thestrals, which were scavenging for rotten food scraps 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."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger," said Harry quickly, "Gwen Ollivander, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom , Luna Lovegood, we are here to save lives."

"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 out silently.Gwen glanced at her own: Gwen Ollivander, Rescue Mission.

She couldn't help cursing inwardly, and just let them in so casually.Sure enough, the Ministry of Magic is about to end.

"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.Strangely, the main hall seemed empty.The light was dimmer than in daytime, and there was no fire in the mantelpiece embedded in the wall, but when the elevator came to a smooth 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 seven 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 wand, but now there No one was there.

Gwen believes that there should be security guards here, and believes that no one guards the door is a bad omen.

Her sense of foreboding intensified as they walked through the golden gates to the lift.Harry pressed the nearest "Down" button, and almost immediately the elevator clicked into view.