Magical Studies at Hogwarts

With Luna's help, Harry and others climbed onto a Thestral. Holding on to its mane, the Thestral spread its huge fleshy wings and flew towards London.

The Thestral was very fast and very light when it landed. Except for Luna who turned over and jumped down gracefully, everyone else basically rolled to the ground.

"Where should we go?"

The landing place was a small alley in London. It was very late, the street lights were not bright, and it was a bit dim. Harry identified the direction, pointed to the shabby phone booth in the alley and said, "That's it!"

The experience of being interrogated during the summer vacation taught him how to enter the Ministry of Magic. He opened the door of the phone booth with ease and greeted everyone to come in quickly.

After everyone came in and closed the door, Harry took the phone directly and dialed 62442 on the dial, and then heard an indifferent girl ringing on the receiver.

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood!" Harry quickly called everyone's names.

The name was said once, "We are here to save people!"

"Thank you." The indifferent girl continued, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it on your clothes."

Six badges fell out from where the coins were returned. Harry quickly distributed them to everyone and pinned them on his chest.

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

"Yes, I know!" Harry shouted anxiously. Just now his scar started to hurt violently again, and he became more and more worried about Sirius.

The phone booth began to tremble violently, and then dropped rapidly. The strong sense of weightlessness made everyone unable to stabilize their bodies, and they rolled into a ball.

"bite!"

The door opened, and several people rolled out in embarrassment. What they saw was the huge golden fountain in the main hall, but there was no one else there.

"Something's wrong! Let's hurry up!" Harry pulled out his wand and ran towards the elevator first. The others followed closely behind and got into the elevator with their wands in hand.

After everyone came in, Harry quickly tapped the ninth button, and the elevator quickly descended. This time it was a little slower, but not much slower. Not long after, he heard an indifferent girl say something

"Department of Mysteries", the fence door creaked open in the next second.

After getting out of the elevator, there was the black corridor in front of him that had appeared many times in his dreams. Hope was right in front of him. Harry couldn't wait any longer and ran inside immediately. The others had no choice but to follow.

"Which door should we enter?" Pushing open the ordinary black door and standing in the circular black hall, everyone was stunned when facing the twelve rotating black doors without any markings.

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"What's going on?" Ron whispered, quietly moving closer to Harry.

"Probably to prevent us from knowing which door we came in through." Ginny replied softly, holding her wand tightly.

"What now?" Ron asked again.

Harry shook his head when he heard this and said: "We can only try one by one. I know what that room looks like. As long as we find it..."

With that said, Harry opened a black door on the right.

The first room was empty, with only a few tables, and in the middle was a huge glass water tank with several strange pearl-white things swimming lazily in it.

"What is that?"

"have no idea."

"Shiver maggots! Dad said the Ministry of Magic is cultivating..."

"No, it's the brain."

"Something's wrong, we should get out of here."

"Wait a minute..." Hermione stopped her when Harry left and Luna was about to close the door.

She held her wand, drew a red x in the air toward the door, and whispered: "The mark appears!"

The door was closed and rotated again, but the red mark was still imprinted on the door.

"Good idea!" Harry gave a thumbs up and then pushed open a door again.

Their luck didn't seem to be very good. After searching for more than half of the time, they still couldn't find the place in Harry's dream. They couldn't help but feel a little anxious. But there was no other way. They could only try one by one. Stupid methods will always find them.

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After Hermione marked the eight doors, Harry opened the ninth one without hesitation. What he saw were rows of tall shelves filled with crystal balls, some dim, some glowing with erratic light.

green light.

"It's right here!" Harry was very excited, "In row 97, he's right there!"

He ran towards the inside of the room, looked through the rows, and soon found the 97th row, but there was no difference between it and other places, there was nothing.

"No, it's impossible..." Harry collapsed a little. He ran back and forth several times, but still found nothing, "He should be here! I saw it!"

"Um...Harry, you should take a look at this..." Neville grabbed Harry, who was spinning around like a headless fly, pointed at a crystal ball on the shelf and said, "That has your name on it.

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"What?" Harry looked over irritably. When he saw the words on the label clearly, he was stunned again. His and Voldemort's names were both on it.

As if driven by a mysterious force, Harry walked to the crystal ball and slowly stretched out his hand. There was an inexplicable voice whispering in his heart, repeating it over and over again...

"Get it...yes...get it..."

Finally, his hand grabbed the crystal ball, and the green light above suddenly became a little brighter, and the erratic clouds and mist inside became more active.

"Very good, Potter..." A deep voice sounded, "Now, turn around slowly and give it to me..."

Everyone froze, Harry even more. He turned around and found that many people in black cloaks had appeared around him, blocking the roads on both sides.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and Harry recognized the person who had just spoken.

"Malfoy!"

Lucius sneered and raised his hand to lift his hood. His pale golden hair fell softly on his shoulders, and his cold gray-blue eyes looked directly at Harry.

"Give it to me, Potter!" he drawled, reaching up with his palm.

Harry clutched the crystal ball tightly, looked at the men in black surrounding him with vigilance, and asked, "Where is Sirius?"

"Hahaha……"

Several Death Eaters laughed, and one female voice stood out.

"The Dark Lord is really clever!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry said.

"I want to know where Sirius is!" the female voice repeated in a funny tone, causing the Death Eaters to laugh again.

While the Death Eaters were laughing, Harry, Hermione and others gathered back to back. He whispered: "Don't do anything, for now..."

"Oh! He is giving orders to other children! It seems he wants to fight us!" the woman said loudly in a funny voice.

"Bellatrix, this is Potter, full of personal heroism..." Lucius said, then put away the smile on his face and said coldly to Harry, "Give me the prophecy ball.

,Potter, don’t make me say it again!”

"Impossible!" Harry refused directly, "Is this a prophecy ball? Is it important to you?"

"I don't want to talk anymore, bring it here!" Lucius said impatiently.

"Tell me where Sirius is!" Harry shouted at Lucius without flinching, clutching the prophecy ball tightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Lucius." Bella couldn't wait any longer. She pointed her wand at Harry and shouted, "The prophecy ball flies..."

Harry was well prepared, raised his wand in front of him, and shouted: "Armor for protection!" Just in time, the prophecy ball did not fly out of his fingertips.

"That's pretty good, Potter, then..." Bella's eyes gradually became crazy, and her face became ferocious, which made Harry and others even more nervous, and the palms holding the wand became sweaty unknowingly.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause, and the group of surrounding Death Eaters immediately moved and made a way out of the middle. Even Lucius and Bella stood on both sides.

A tall man wearing a black hood walked over slowly, clapping his hands rhythmically.

"As expected of you, Harry..." A familiar voice sounded. Before Harry could remember who had done it, Hermione suddenly pulled him and walked in front of the man in two or three steps.

Raising your hand is a slap.

"Is this how we greet each other after a long separation?" Hermione's raised hand was directly grabbed by the man, and she raised her other hand, but it was also caught.

While Harry was still wondering who the person who gave him a familiar feeling was, Ron suddenly yelled.

"It's you! It's you!"

"Ike Strider!"