"Harry, what is going on?" After the couple finished dinner, Ryan and Hermione rushed to the common room and found Harry. At this time, everyone else was eating downstairs in the common room.
In the empty common room, only Ron, Ginny and the twins were standing next to Harry, while Harry was lying on the sofa, looking ugly.
"I heard from Ginny that Harry had that nightmare again after dinner." Hermione approached Ryan and whispered, "Then Harry went to find Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall asked him to wait quietly here for news.
He will never be allowed to leave the school."
"Professor McGonagall is right, we can't afford another missing person, not to mention that this kidnapping seems a bit unusual." However, before Ryan could finish his words, he was interrupted by Harry.
"But the one who is missing now is my only relative, and I must find him. Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore and even Lupin have good intentions in letting me stay here. I know, but Sirius means as much to me as to them."
It's different. They might give up Sirius for my safety. After all, it's not like no one from the Order of the Phoenix has sacrificed before. I can't just sit here. Not to mention that I think Voldemort already knows that I'm looking at him, and at noon this
The dream is his warning to me. If I don't show up in the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort will probably kill Sirius."
"If this is your decision, please let me go with you." Ginny stood up first and looked at Harry's shocked face. "You don't think I will allow you to face this alone, do you?"
"Yes, there are us. We have grown up and we should do some things." This was the answer of the Weasley twins.
"I'm your best friend, why would I let you take risks alone?" Ron continued.
"Okay, although I still think it's a bit stupid to do this. But it's obviously not enough for you alone." Ryan is also preparing to go to the Ministry of Magic. After all, he has been coveting those good things in the Department of Mysteries for a long time, and this time he finally has the opportunity to get in.
He definitely couldn't let it go. Not to mention he was worried about what if things changed and Harry died?
"I said, I will follow you in all your future adventures." Hermione shook Ryan's hand hard and looked at him and said.
"Listen to me, this is my own business. Don't you?" As a result, several people protested before Harry could finish his words. His scar hurt more intensely again, and Harry realized that they were delaying
Every minute was precious; he had no time to argue.
"Okay, fine, this is your choice," he said hastily, "but the problem is that all external communication channels of Hogwarts are now monitored by that old woman Umbridge, and we don't have enough.
Broomstick, how can we get to London like this?"
"It's very simple." Ryan stood up and said. "Fred and George have mastered a secret passage to Hogsmeade. As long as we get to the town, we can use the fireplace of the Weasley Joke Shop branch there to directly use it.
Floo the network and rush to the main store in Diagon Alley."
"In that case, let's set off now." Harry eagerly led the others to set off. However, Ryan and Hermione asked to go upstairs to make some preparations. When Ryan came down, he found that only Hermione was dressed under her school uniform robe.
The leather armor was waiting for him.
"Where's Harry?" "They set off first."
At this moment, Hermione immediately recognized the box in Ryan's hand, "You brought the rose crystal with you. Is the current situation that bad?"
"It's worse than you think." Ryan said, taking out the meteorite amulet that could block a death curse and hanging it around Hermione's neck: "So just now I called the sisters from the Rose Crystal here, and now they
They are all in the box. This time the mysterious man has set up such a big game, it will definitely not be a small fight, what we are facing will be a war."
Starting from the secret passage behind the one-eyed witch sculpture, Ryan and Hermione arrived at the Weasley Joke Shop branch in Hogsmeade an hour later. Before setting off, they left a letter to Professor McGonagall to inform them.
According to the situation, I hope to get support from the Order of the Phoenix. Ryan doesn't think that a group of young wizards like them can confront Voldemort and a large group of Death Eaters head-on.
Ryan and Harry met in the backyard of Weasley's Joke Shop in Diagon Alley. After taking a batch of magic props from the second floor to arm themselves, they took the subway and came to a desolate side street. There were only a few people here.
There was a shabby-looking office, a bistro and a dump truck that was almost overflowing. The only thing that stood out was the shabby red phone booth on the street.
"This is it, we're here." Harry pointed out the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic for everyone. Ryan looked at the watch on his wrist and found that it was now eight-thirty in the evening, and people in the Ministry of Magic should be off work.
Sure enough, when they took the elevator from the red phone booth and entered the Ministry of Magic with badges on their chests, the hall was empty. There was no security personnel as expected.
"That's not right. The Ministry of Magic should have personnel on duty even at night." Ryan murmured. "Guys, I think we'd better get our wands ready. Everyone should try to pay attention to the surrounding situation."
Everyone else nodded. As soon as the elevator stopped, seven people ran at full speed in the hall with their wands raised. The chaotic footsteps echoed in the hall. Apart from that, the only sound that could be heard in the main hall was the golden fountain.
There was a continuous sound of rushing water, water spurted from the wands of wizards and witches, the arrows of centaurs, the tips of goblin hats and the ears of house elves, and fell into the circular pool.
"I can feel that Sirius is still alive..." After rushing into the elevator, Harry felt the scar hurt again. But at the same time, he also understood Sirius's current condition. He endured the pain and poked the No. 9 button.
, the fence closed with a bang. The elevator made a rattling sound, which was very harsh. But no one came out to check the situation.
When the elevator stopped, the cold woman's voice said: "Department of Mysteries." The grating opened and they stepped out into the corridor, where nothing but the nearest torch flickered and flickered in the air stirred up by the elevator.
There was no movement.
Harry turned to the plain black door. For months he had only seen it in his dreams, and now he was here at last.
"This is it." He whispered, leading everyone forward along the corridor, while the remaining six people followed him forward while observing the surroundings vigilantly.
"I think we should keep an eye out for two people hanging out outside." Standing in front of the door, Harry suddenly said to the others.
"Don't be stupid." Ryan stared at Harry, "The mysterious man and his lackeys should be ambushing here somewhere now. There is no use for us to spread out except to allow them to defeat us one by one."
"Okay." Harry originally wanted a few people to stay away from the battlefield, but after hearing what Ryan said, he realized that everyone had no choice now.
He turned to the black door and walked through it... just as in the dream, it opened. He stepped across the threshold, followed by the others.
They were standing in a huge circular room. Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, was black; there were some identical black doors with no marks or handles evenly embedded on the surrounding walls, and some fake doors.
Candles with blue flames are dotted on the wall, and the cold, flickering candlelight is reflected on the bright marble floor, making the floor look like a calm and deep water surface.
Ryan, who reached the end, closed the door, and the mechanism in the room was activated. With a loud rumble, the candles began to move to the side. The circular wall rotated. For a few seconds, the wall rotated rapidly, blue
The flames blurred around them into a streak of blue light. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling stopped and everything was quiet again.
In Harry's dream, he always walked through the house without hesitation, went straight to the door opposite the entrance, and then continued walking forward. But here was different from the dream.
12 doors. Most likely this is a security measure to buy enough time to confuse the intruder's judgment. But it is a difficult obstacle for Harry who needs to save people.
"I think we should try these doors," he said hastily. "I'll know where to go when I see that house. Come on."