HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

Twilight fell.

The sky gradually showed a faint, hazy purple, scattered with small silver stars.

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

Harry wrapped his arms around the horse's neck, hugging him tightly, wanting it to fly faster.

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

How long can Sirius resist Voldemort?

Harry could only conclude that his godfather, neither obeying Voldemort's orders nor being killed,

Because he's sure... Either way, he'll feel Voldemort's joy or anger running through him, making his scar burn like the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

They were flying in total darkness; Harry felt his face stiff and cold, his legs clamped tightly to the sides of the Thestrals go numb, but he didn't dare change positions for fear of slipping and he wouldn't hear anything, Only the rumbling air rushes past the ears, and the mouth is dried and frozen by the icy night wind.

How far did they go?

He was no longer conscious of it; all his hopes were in the thestrals below him, still speeding resolutely through the black night sky, barely flapping its wings as it flew forward.

If they are too late...

He's alive, he's still fighting, I can feel it... If Voldemort decides Sirius won't give in... I should know... Harry's stomach jerks; 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 taken aback when they changed direction like him.

All around the bright orange lights grew bigger and rounder; they could see the roofs of buildings, the headlights of traffic like the eyes of a beetle, the square windows showing A dim yellow glow.

Suddenly, it seemed as if they were rushing toward the pavement; with all his might, Harry held on to the Thestral for the impact of the sudden landing. However, the thestrals fell lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.

Harry slid off its back and glanced around the street. The overfilled dump truck was still parked not far from the dilapidated telephone box, illuminated by the monotonous orange street lights. clear their original color.

Ron landed nearby and fell headfirst 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 nearly fell back on his back again.

"Absolutely, never again, it's bad enough—"

Hermione and Ginny fell on either side of him,

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

Neville jumped from his horse trembling;

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

"Where shall we go now?"

Luna asked Harry politely and with great interest. It sounded more like an interesting day trip.

"This way," said Harry. He gave his mount a quick grateful pat, 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, which were scavenging for rotting 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! "

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 what you are going to do."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger," said Harry quickly, "Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood , we are here to teach, unless your Ministry of Magic rescues him first."

"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 over Ginny's head to Harry without a word;

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

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be checked and register your wand at the security desk. The security desk 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.

In such a narrow space, Harry clutched his wand and squatted down as far as he could to look out through the glass to see if anyone was waiting for them in the hall, but the hall seemed empty.

The light was dimmer than in daytime; there was no fire in the mantelpiece set into the wall, but when the lift came to a steady 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 over."

Harry said softly, and the six of them were running at full speed in the hall, and he ran past the fountain at the front towards the security checkpoint, where a wizard guard who used to weigh Harry's leopard wand sat, but now there was no one there .

Harry thought there should be security guards here, and believed it was a bad omen that no one was guarding the door. His sense of foreboding intensified as they walked through the golden gates to the lift.