Hogwarts Homecoming

As night falls, the city of London becomes quiet.

When the bloody glow that shrouded the surroundings dissipated, Harry began to look at the street where he was.

He seemed to be in the heart of London, because he was surrounded by towering commercial and office buildings that would not exist in the wizarding world.

A garbage truck that was almost overflowing was parked on the road outside the alley, and the driver was struggling to replace a blown tire with a wrench.

The Muggle didn't glance down the alley.

"We are here"

Ron's cheeks bulged in surprise. He stared at the red phone booth not far from them and said in an uncertain tone,

"The alley leading to the entrance to the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione also recognized it, her eyebrows slowly gathered together, and she looked at Elune.

"That's right, this is it-"

Elune said confidently, her face like delicate porcelain facing the ground,

"I can feel it, he's underground."

"So, Malfoy came to the Ministry of Magic?"

In the bleak cold wind, Neville clutched his sword tightly and looked in surprise at Harry, whose face looked sickly illuminated by the dim street lights.

Could there be such a coincidence?

They came to the Ministry of Magic to save Sirius, and then, the mark Elune placed on Malfoy led them to the Ministry of Magic?

According to Neville, it would make more sense for them to be surrounded by a group of Death Eaters who were supporting Malfoy when they landed.

"That's right——"

Harry looked at the dilapidated red phone booth and said softly to everyone,

"Who did Malfoy take the staff to give to?"

The group of people all showed astonished expressions, and even Hermione nodded inwardly.

That staff belongs to the black witch, Vitia Cliona.

But she obviously had no right to order Malfoy to do things for her, only You-Know-Who.

And Malfoy, who had obtained the staff and escaped from Hogwarts, should have given the staff to the mysterious man as soon as possible.

Where is the mysterious man?

According to Harry, Sirius was being interrogated down below in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic!

"Then what are we going to do now?"

Luna looked at Harry and asked him in a polite and interested tone, as if this was just a very interesting trip.

"Let's go down."

Harry took a deep breath and said, he walked over first and opened the door of the phone booth.

Harry thought that this narrow phone booth would have to be transported in several batches to transport them down, but miraculously, it could hold eight Hogwarts wizards at once, plus a vampire and five broomsticks.

"Excuse me!"

Harry couldn't breathe and shouted,

"Whoever is closest to the phone, please dial six--two--four--four--two!"

Ginny put her arm through Hermione's armpit, and after several attempts, she finally dialed the right number without a viewing angle.

"Welcome."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Elune Gangrel!"

Harry yelled before the female voice on the phone finished speaking,

"We are here to save people, unless you, the Ministry of Magic, have already saved them!"

"Thanks!"

The cold female voice said,

"Guest, please pick up the badge and hold it in front of your clothes."

It took a few more minutes for a large group of people to complete this operation in a phone box, and Harry was worried, and had to endure Elune's constant criticism of this awkward way of entering the Ministry of Magic!

"Magical Congress of the United States of America wants to be more humane!"

When the phone booth began to sink, Elune said in disgust, but when the phone booth opened and they entered the magnificent and majestic reception hall, Elune said in an appreciative tone,

"It looks pretty decent inside."

Seeing how helpful the little vampire was tonight, a group of people didn't care about her.

Entering the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic, they were probably only a few floors away from the most evil Dark Lord in history, and everyone began to feel tense!

Harry looked at the empty reception hall and felt something strange in his heart.

In his previous dream, he saw many Ministry of Magic employees coming down from the elevator one after another, rushing to get off work.

But now there was no one in the hall, not even at the table where the wands were checked.

Perhaps everyone took advantage of the fact that Minister Bones was away from the ministry and took an 'early shift'.

Harry thought.

Since Ms. Bones became the minister, with the help of Professor Brain, the Magic House has drastically changed its past scattered work habits and extravagant style, and has become extremely efficient.

This is a change recognized by the entire British magical community, and the Daily Prophet has no shortage of praising articles.

But correspondingly, employees' work pressure is much greater than before.

It stands to reason that employees would like to enjoy a relaxing weekend while Secretary Bones is away.

Speaking of which, what happened in Paris?

Harry began to think about this as he boarded the elevator.

So much so that it wasn't enough for Professor Brain to be there personally, and it also caused Professor Dumbledore to leave Hogwarts in a hurry to deal with it?

"The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious department of the Ministry of Magic. No one knows what they actually do."

After Harry pressed the floor button eagerly, Ron spoke of the Department of Mysteries with awe.

"That's what dad told me."

The Department of Mysteries is just one floor below the reception hall, and the elevator arrives quickly.

Harry couldn't wait to rush out of the elevator car. Although just tonight, he walked through this black corridor again and felt it very clearly. When he saw the black door with his own eyes, Harry couldn't help but take a few cold breaths. The air, the heart pounding in the chest.

"Should we call for some support?"

Everyone was suffocated by the thick air, but Neville said in a joking tone,

"I'm afraid we can't kill Voldemort just by ourselves. Maybe we should go upstairs and find who else is in the ministry and call down to help."

"Good idea, Neville."

Hermione nodded approvingly.

So Neville, who had come up with the idea, was sent upstairs to get help.

The large circular room, with the door embedded in the wall, looked exactly like the dream Harry described.

"You can be a prophet."

Fred said to Harry with a slight awe, but everyone could hear the nervousness in his words.

"The door opposite this door is--"

When Elune also entered the room, Harry showed them the second door they were going to take.

Before entering, they encountered another trouble, that is, after the black door they walked through was closed, the surrounding black walls suddenly began to rotate, blurring into a black shadow at a fast speed.

"Go this way——"

Tonight Harry was once again thankful to have a vampire with them.

Elune directly pointed out the second door they should enter, and looked at Hermione with a slightly proud look on her face, looking suspicious.

"I can feel the mark I left somewhere behind this door."

Sirius' painful whine seemed to ring in his ears again, and Harry couldn't wait to open the second door.

"Wait, Harry!"

Hermione grabbed the impulsive Harry and lowered her voice to the lowest level.

"If the mysterious man is really behind the door, we can't save Sirius. I think we should wait for Neville to come back with support."

Harry hesitated. This was indeed a sound opinion.

"There's no one else behind the door—"

Elune moved her nimble nose and suddenly said,

"Only Malfoy—"

"This is impossible!"

Harry, who was hesitating, immediately got rid of Hermione's hand and hurriedly opened the door.

An old smell rushed into the nose, which seemed to indicate that no one had set foot in this hall for a long time.

At this point, she had no choice but to bite the bullet, and Hermione bit her lip and followed immediately.

Their only chance of winning was that Neville had already found the personnel on duty at the Ministry, and they could find Professor Blaine or Professor Dumbledore immediately.

However, Harry only ran forward one step before stopping, stopping where he was, staring blankly at the only bright light in Noda's showroom.

"Potter?!"

Malfoy, who was standing in the center of the room, holding a grapevine staff in one hand and holding his glowing wand high in the other, turned around when he heard the sound.

When the faces of Harry and his group came into view, Malfoy's worried and hesitant face suddenly lost all color!