HP Approaches the Magic World

Ministry of Magic.

When darkness prevails, light is always hidden in the darkness.

Dumbledore took the troops from the Order of the Phoenix who had arrived and hid in the darkness, preparing to take action.

To be honest, this is not an easy task, because in such a tense environment, any wrong step may cause irreversible risks.

Especially today, the focus is not on saving Harry, but on another scene.

"Are you ready? Sirius, if you regret it now, you may still have a chance."

"I have not regretted it. I have thought about these things for a long time. Jon is right, I need to exit at a suitable time and then finish what I should do. As for Harry...he should learn to accept the impermanence of the world and

If he can grow up through these things and become more mature, I think I will be very happy.

Besides, I didn’t really leave, I just hid in the dark, but principal, do you feel safe?"

"The security measures were arranged by me myself. Don't worry about that. Although I don't know where Jon is now, I promise you won't die here. Don't worry."

"That's good. Now that this matter is over, can't we meet again?"

"That's right. Then go ahead and don't waste time."

Immediately afterwards, in front of everyone from the Order of the Phoenix, two more doors suddenly opened, and the five of them rushed into the house quickly:

The leader was Sirius, then Lupin, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley.

In the room, Malfoy turned around and raised his wand, but Tonks had already fired a stun spell at him.

Harry didn't care to see if he had been hit, and jumped off the stage to get out of the way.

The appearance of the members of the Order of the Phoenix diverted the attention of the Death Eaters. They jumped down the steps while raining spells on the Death Eaters.

Through the rushing crowd and flashes of light, Harry saw Neville crawling forward on the ground. He dodged another red light and pounced towards Neville.

"How are you?"

he shouted, as another spell flew inches from their heads.

"It's okay." Neville said and tried to stand up.

"What about Ron?"

"I don't think he has anything to do - when I left the card, he was still fighting the brain -"

A spell flew suddenly, shattering the stone floor between them and leaving a dent where Neville's hand had been just seconds before;

The two people hurriedly crawled away, and then a thick arm stretched out from nowhere, grabbed Ha He's neck, and lifted him up. His toes were almost off the ground.

"Give it to me," a growl sounded in his ears, "Give me the prophecy ball—"

The hand squeezed Harry's throat tightly, making him unable to breathe.

With tears in his eyes, Harry saw Sirius fighting a Death Eater ten feet away; Kingsley was fighting two Death Eaters at the same time; Tonks was also halfway up the steps looking towards Bellatrix below.

X fires a spell.

——No one seemed to notice that Harry was dying.

He turned his wand and pointed it at the man behind him, but he couldn't breathe and couldn't speak the spell. The man's other hand was groping for Harry's hand holding the Prophecy Ball.

"ah!"

Neville rushed over from nowhere. He couldn't say the spell coherently, so he pointed Hermione's wand at an eye hole in the Death Eater's mask and stabbed it in.

The man roared in pain and immediately dropped Harry.

Harry turned around quickly and gasped at him: "Collapse!"

The Death Eater fell on his back and his mask slipped off: he was MacNeil who almost killed Buckbeak. One of his eyes had been poked and was swollen and bloodshot.

"Thank you!"

Harry said to Neville, dragging him aside as Sirius and his Death Eater rivals staggered past them, fighting fiercely, their wands waving in a blur.

Harry's foot stepped on something round and hard and slipped.

For a moment, he thought he had dropped the prophecy ball.

But then he saw Moody's magic eye spinning rapidly across the floor.

The owner of the evil eye was lying next to Harry, with blood streaming from his head, and his attacker was now using all his strength against Harry and Neville:

It was Dolokhov, and his long, pale face was twisted with joy.

"Tarantella!"

He pointed his wand at Neville and shouted, and Neville's legs suddenly danced wildly, losing his balance and falling to the ground again, "Now, Potter -"

He suddenly waved his wand at Harry just like he did with Hermione, and Harry shouted hurriedly: "Armor for protection!"

Harry felt something like a dull knife swipe across his face; its force knocked him aside and fell onto Neville's dancing legs. Fortunately, the Iron Armor Curse blocked most of the power of the spell.

Dolokhov raised his wand again.

"Prophecy that the ball will fly——"

Sirius rushed over from nowhere and knocked Dolohov away with his shoulder.

The prophecy ball slipped to Harry's fingertips again, but he managed to catch it.

At this time, Sirius and Dolohov were fighting fiercely. They waved their wands like swords, and sparks shot out from the tip of the wand.

Dolohov withdrew his wand, preparing to swing it as he had done with Harry and Hermione.

Harry jumped up and shouted: "Petrify them all!"

Dolokhov's arms and legs came together again, and he fell on his back, hitting the ground with a thud.

"Well done!" Sirius shouted as he pressed down on Harry's head to avoid two stun spells flying towards them, "Now I want you to leave -"

The two people quickly bent down, and a green light almost hit Sirius.

Harry saw Tonks on the opposite side of the room fall from the middle of the stone steps, her limp body rolling down the steps. Bellatrix turned around and ran away triumphantly, rejoining the battle.

"Harry, take the prophecy ball, take Neville and run!"

Sirius shouted as he rushed towards Bellatrix.

Harry failed to see the next scene: Kingsley passed by him, fighting fiercely with Rookwood, who was not wearing a mask and had a pockmarked face; when Harry rushed towards Neville, another green light came from him.

Flying overhead——

"Can you stand up?"

He shouted in Neville's ear, whose legs were still beating and twitching involuntarily, "Put your arms around my neck—"

Neville did as he was told, and Harry straightened up. Neville's legs were still flailing around, unable to stand firm.