If it weren't for its terrifying appearance and strange characteristics, it must be a very good mount.
Although the Thestrals at Hogwarts had basically never left, when Harry and the others came out of the Ministry of Magic, they still arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic accurately.
That red phone booth.
Several people squeezed in, and Harry's memory was good. He recalled the number when he and Mr. Weasley went to the Ministry of Magic.
After typing, the cold female voice sounded.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."
"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood," he rattled off a string of names, "We're here to save Unless you, the Ministry of Magic, have rescued the person."
The only response to Harry was the cold female voice, "Thank you, guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."
Five badges dropped from the coin refund slot, with their names and rescue missions on them.
Obviously this female voice is not a real person.
As the female voice gave her last instructions, the phone booth slowly sank.
Fortunately, Harry and the others didn't have gorillas like Slytherin Goyle and Crabbe, otherwise they wouldn't be able to squeeze into this phone booth.
When they arrived at the familiar golden hall, they found that the place was unusually quiet.
There was no flame rising in the fireplace embedded in the four walls, and the entire Ministry of Magic was not popular at all.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant stay tonight." The cold female voice sounded for the last time.
The door of the phone booth suddenly opened, and Harry and the others walked out.
There was the sound of running water from the golden Magic Brothers Fountain, and even the person who was supposed to be checking was no longer there.
Harry took the lead and ran down the hall. Although Old Barty felt that some of the equipment in the Ministry of Magic was old and in disrepair, the place was still very big.
The further inside Harry became, the more uneasy he became.
The last time he'd been here, there had been a lot of people coming and going at the Ministry of Magic.
Even if it's close to get off work time, it's impossible for there to be no one there.
Go through the golden gate and toward the lift.
The feeling of uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger, but he still pressed the button underneath because he cared about Sirius.
"Percy works here," Hermione said suddenly. "Ron said he was a workaholic, maybe at this time."
After finishing speaking, Hermione looked at Harry.
Harry said anxiously, "We don't have that time."
Hermione stopped talking after hearing this, and Ginny's thoughts changed.
At the Weasley house, Percy was very nice to Ginny.
After all, there is only one sister in a house full of brothers and sisters.
She looked at the button leading to the fifth floor and silently took note of it.
Luna was like a little dazed kid who strayed into the Ministry of Magic, and Ginny felt she had to protect her.
The lift reaches the Department of Mysteries and the grated gate opens.
The corridor outside was empty, and a black door at the end was consistent with the one in Harry's dream.
Harry looked at the door. This was not the first time he had seen it. To be precise, he had seen it too many times in his dreams this year.
"Let's go," Harry said quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.
When he was only a few feet away from the black door, Harry recalled Hermione's suggestion and said, "Actually, Hermione is right. We might be able to ask someone to find Percy, and then..."
"I think there's nothing wrong with this proposal, but I have a question," Ron asked, "If Percy is not here and we are separated again, how should we reunite?"
Seemingly reading Harry's thoughts, Ron said: "Don't even think about abandoning us, buddy."
Harry looked back at the four men and saw no flinch on any of their faces.
After that impulse, he gradually calmed down.
He suddenly realized that Hermione was right, but sometimes he was not very calm.
So he wanted to face it alone, but his companions did not back down.
Now standing in front of the door, there is no choice.
Harry came to the black door as in his dream, and it opened.
They stepped inside. It was a large circular room.
There are many black doors inlaid on the black walls, all of them are exactly the same, without any marks or handles.
Some branch-shaped candles were dotted on the walls, and the blue flames swayed with cold light, which was projected on the shiny marble floor, making the ground look like dark water.
"Who closed the door?" Harry said, and he regretted it.
When Ron closed the door, the room, which was not bright enough, could only rely on the dim light from the tiny flame.
Harry just wanted to walk over as quickly as possible, but at this moment, the twelve doors in the dream began to rotate.
It's a wall, a circular wall spinning. m.
After they stopped, they didn't even know which door they came in through.
Harry and the others needed to calm down. Now they couldn't tell which was the entrance in the dream, so they had to rely on luck to open a door.
It was an empty room.
Perhaps after experiencing the darkness of the previous room, they felt that this room was much brighter.
There were none of the twinkling, flickering lights that Harry had seen in his dreams.
There were only a few tables, and in the center was a huge glass tank big enough for them to swim in.
There is dark green liquid in the water tank, with many pearl-white things floating lazily there.
Ginny thought they were fish, Luna thought they were trembling maggots, but Hermione recognized them right away.
That's the brain.
Watching a bunch of brains swimming is not a comfortable experience.
"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "This is not the right place. We need to find another door."
"There are some doors here too." Ron pointed at the surrounding walls, which made Harry's heart sink.
I don’t know how big the Department of Mysteries is, and I don’t know how many such doors there are.
But this place was different from the room in his dream. He led everyone back to the dark room.
Just as he was about to close the door, Hermione shouted to stop him.
She took her wand and marked the door, meaning it had been opened.
Her smart approach made all her friends think she was really smart.
When the door closed and turned again, they immediately saw the door they had entered through.
Harry walked to the other door, followed by the others, wands raised.
The room this time was larger than the one before.
It was rectangular, with a huge pit about twenty feet deep sunk in the middle.
Surrounded by stepped stone benches, they stood at the top.
It gave Harry the feeling that he had been to the Wizengamot trial chamber.
The difference is that this place is larger, and there is not a chair with a chain in the middle, but a high platform with a stone arch erected on it.
That arch was very old, worn, and decayed.
What's even more surprising is that it can actually stay upright.
There was no support around it, only a tattered black curtain or curtain.
There was obviously no wind, but you could see the curtains fluttering gently there.
Harry suddenly said, "Who's there?"
He jumped down and stepped on rows of stone benches to the stone bottom of the pit.
"Sirius?" He seemed to hear some voices coming from inside.
But there was nothing behind it. Harry heard a murmur, but couldn't make it out clearly.
"Harry, let's go, okay?" Hermione called Harry to leave.
Harry shouted to the arch, "What are you talking about?"
"No one said anything, Harry!" Hermione couldn't sit still and walked down.
But Harry stubbornly avoided her outstretched hand, which made Hermione feel very bad.
This is the mysterious Department of Mysteries, the most important place in the Ministry of Magic.
No one knows what magic will affect whom.
Luna seemed to be affected too, which made Hermione uneasy and angry.
"We are here to save Sirius, don't look at that arch stupidly!"
Her words finally had an effect, and Harry thought back to his business.
Harry walked off the platform, but when he turned around, Ginny was standing there.
Without saying a word, Hermione went up and pulled Ginny down.
Ron hesitated to speak, she was his sister after all, could she be gentler.
Too much time was wasted here, which made Harry feel a little distracted.
On the way out, he asked Hermione if she knew what it was.
Hermione gave him a roll of her eyes, how could she possibly know.
Put a mark on the door and close it again.
The wall spun again.
After stopping, Harry walked to a door.
When I pushed it, the door didn't open.
They got excited, maybe they were in the right place.
Hermione couldn't open it with the Unlock Spell, so Harry took out the knife that Sirius gave him. This thing was better than the Unlock Spell and could unlock all the locks.
But after inserting it into the crack of the door, not only did the door not open, the knife also melted.
They were at their wits' end, and Hermione thought it couldn't be this, as Harry had no problem with his dreams.
After leaving the mark, the wall began to turn again.
After stopping this time, Harry pushed open a door.
He looked at the familiar moving light spots and was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.
You found the right one!
They quickened their pace and ran towards the other door in the dream.
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Some people died, but not completely...
