HP Approaches the Magic World

Dusk falls.

The sky gradually turned a faint, hazy purple, scattered with small silvery stars.

Soon, only the lights of Muggle towns would let them know how high they were above the ground and how fast they were going.

Harry wrapped his arms around the horse's neck and held it tightly, trying to make it fly faster.

How much time had passed since the moment he saw Sirius lying on the floor of the Department of Mysteries?

How long can Sirius hold out against Voldemort?

Harry could only conclude that his godfather neither obeyed Voldemort's orders nor was he killed.

Because he was sure... no matter what the outcome was, he would feel Voldemort's joy or anger flowing through his body, making his scars burn like the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

They were flying in darkness; Harry felt that his face was stiff and cold, and the legs tightly clamped on both sides of the Thestral were numb, but he did not dare to change positions for fear of slipping down, and he would not hear anything.

Only the rumbling air rushed past my ears, and my mouth was dried and frozen by the cold night wind.

How far did they go?

He was no longer aware of this; all his hopes were pinned on the Thestral beneath him, which was still speeding resolutely through the dark night sky, almost never flapping its wings as it flew forward.

If they're too late...

He's still alive, he's still fighting, I can feel it... If Voldemort decides that Sirius won't give in... I should know... Harry's stomach shook; the Thestral's head suddenly fell to the ground, and he followed

Its neck slid forward a few inches.

They are finally landing.

He seemed to hear a scream behind him, so he turned his head nervously, not seeing the falling body... Probably they were all, like him, surprised when they changed direction.

The bright orange lights all around grew larger and rounder; they could see the roofs of buildings, the headlights of traffic like the shining eyes of beetles, the square windows showing

Dim yellow light.

Suddenly, they seemed to be rushing towards the sidewalk; Harry tried his best to catch the Thestral, preparing to cope with the impact when it suddenly landed. However, the Thestral fell lightly to the dark ground like a shadow.

Harry slid off its back and glanced around the street. The dump truck, which was almost overflowing, was still parked not far from the dilapidated phone booth. Under the monotonous orange streetlights, he could not see anything.

Clear their original color.

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

"I don't want to do it again."

He said, struggling to stand up.

He seemed to want to stride away from the Thestral, but he couldn't see it, so he bumped into its hind legs and almost fell on his back.

"Absolutely, never do it again, it was bad enough—"

Hermione and Ginny fell on either side of him,

The movement of sliding off the horse was more elegant than Ron's, but after returning to the solid ground, the relaxed expressions on their faces were almost the same;

Neville jumped from his horse, trembling;

Luna slid off the mount gently and deftly, looking normal.

"Where do we go now?"

Luna asked Harry politely and with interest. It sounded more like a fun day trip.

"This way." Harry said. He hurriedly patted his mount gratefully, then led them quickly to the dilapidated phone booth and opened the door.

"Come on!" he urged his hesitant companion.

Ron and Ginny walked in obediently;

Hermione, Neville and Luna then squeezed in;

Harry glanced back at the Thestrals, who were looking for rotten food scraps in the dump truck.

Then he squeezed into the phone booth behind Luna.

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

Ron's arm was awkwardly bent as he stretched toward the dial and dialed a number; when the dial quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's cold voice came into the phone booth.

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger," Harry said quickly, "Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood

, we are here to teach people, unless you, the Ministry of Magic, rescue him first."

"Thank you," the cold voice said, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Six badges slipped out of the metal chute where coins should have been ejected.

Hermione picked them up and passed them wordlessly over Ginny's head to Harry;

Harry glanced at the top one: Harry Potter, Rescue Mission.

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

"Got it!" Harry said loudly, and his scar was in pain again. "Can we move now?"

The ground of the phone booth suddenly shook, and the sidewalk outside gradually rose up and covered the window. The Thestrals foraging for food slowly slipped out of sight; the darkness closed above their heads, and with a dull grinding sound, they descended into the magic

deep inside.

A thin golden light shone on their feet, became wider and wider, and moved to their bodies.

In such a narrow space, Harry grabbed his wand and squatted down as much as possible to look outside through the glass to see if anyone was waiting for them in the main hall, but the main hall seemed empty.

The light was darker than during the day; there was no fire in the mantel built into the wall, but when the elevator stopped smoothly, he saw that on the dark blue canopy, the golden symbol was still moving irregularly.

Twisting.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant evening."

said the woman's voice.

The door to the phone booth flew open, and Harry stumbled out, followed closely by Neville and Luna.

The only sound that could be heard in the main hall was the steady roar of the golden fountain, spurting and falling from the wands of wizards and witches, the arrowheads of centaurs, the tips of goblin hats, and the ears of house elves.

In a circular pool.

"come over."

Harry said softly, and the six people ran at full speed in the hall. He passed the fountain at the front and ran towards the security desk. There used to be a wizard who weighed Harry's leopard wand and was guarding it, but now there was no one there.

.

Harry believed that there should be security guards here, and believed that the lack of anyone guarding the door was an ominous sign. As they walked through the golden door to the elevator, his ominous feeling became even stronger.