HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

Ministry of Magic.

When darkness prevails, light always hides in darkness.

Dumbledore hid in the darkness with the men of the Order of the Phoenix who had arrived, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

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

Especially today's focus is not to save Harry, but another scene.

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

"I haven't regretted it. I've thought about these things for a long time. Jon is right. I need an appropriate time to exit and finish what I should do. As for Harry... he should learn to accept the impermanence of the world, and I think I will be very happy if he can grow up in these things, if he can become a little more mature,

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

"I personally arranged the security measures. 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, this matter is over, can't we meet again?"

"It's true, then you go, don't waste time."

Immediately afterwards, in front of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix, two more doors slammed open, and the five of them quickly rushed into the room:

At the head was Sirius, then Lupine, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley.

Inside the room, Malfoy turned and raised his wand, but Tonks had already cast a Stunning Charm at him.

Harry didn't bother to see if he had hit it, and jumped off the platform in a hurry to get out of the way.

The presence of members of the Order of the Phoenix distracted the Death Eaters, who rained spells on them as they jumped down the steps.

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

"How are you?"

he yelled, as another spell flew inches above their heads.

"It's fine," Neville said, trying to stand up.

"What about Ron?"

"I don't think he's (things)-"

A spell flew over and shattered the stone floor between them, leaving a hollow where Neville's hand had been placed seconds before;

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

"Give it to me," a snarl sounded in his ear, "give me the orb of prophecy—"

The hand squeezed Harry's throat so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

Harry, tearful, saw Sirius wrestling a Death Eater ten feet away; Kingsley was fighting two Death Eaters at the same time; Max casts a spell.

— nobody seemed to notice that Harry was dying.

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

"ah!"

Neville rushed from out of nowhere, unable to speak the spell coherently, so he jabbed Hermione's wand at one of the eyeholes in the Death Eater's mask.

The man let out a growl of pain and dropped Harry immediately.

Harry turned sharply, and panted at him, "Swoon!"

The Death Eater fell on his back, his visor slipping off: it was McNeill who had nearly killed Buckbeak, and one of his eyes was swollen and bloodshot.

"Thank you!"

Harry said to Neville, dragging him aside,

And now Sirius and his Death Eater counterpart staggered past them, the struggle going on so violently that their wands waved into a blur of shadows.

Harry's foot hit something round and hard and slipped.

For a split second, he thought he had dropped the orb.

But then he saw Moody's magical eye rolling across the floor in a rapid spin.

The owner of the Occult Eye lay next to Harry with blood streaming from his head, and his attackers were now fully engaged on Harry and Neville:

It was Dolokhov, his long pale face contorted with joy.

"Tarantella dance!"

He yelled at Neville with his wand, and Neville's legs tap-danced wildly, lost his balance, and fell to the ground again, "Now, Potter—"

He flicked his wand suddenly at Harry as he had done Hermione, and Harry yelled, "Armor for protection!"

Harry felt something like a blunt knife swipe across his face; its force knocked him aside, onto Neville's dancing legs, luckily the Iron Armor Charm blocked most of the spell's force.

Dolokhov raised his wand again.

"The prophecy ball flies—"

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

The prophecy ball slid down Harry's fingertips again, but he managed to grab it.

At this time, Sirius and Dolokhov were fighting fiercely. They waved their wands like dancing swords, and the tips of the wands shot sparks.

Dolohov drew back his wand, ready to swing it as he had done to Harry and Hermione.

Harry jumped up and yelled, "Petrification!"

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

"Nice job!" cried Sirius, pushing Harry's head down, dodging the two Stunning Spells that were flying towards them, "Now I want you to leave—"

The two 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, his limp body rolling down the steps. Bellatrix turned and ran triumphantly, rejoining the fight.

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

Shouting, Sirius charged Bellatrix head-on.

Harry didn't see what happened next: Kingsley flashed past him, fighting an unmasked, pockmarked Rookwood; flew overhead—

"Can you stand up?"

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

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