Twilight had fallen, and the sky was gradually taking on a hazy black.

Harry Potter hugged Thestrals' neck tightly, and only the lights of Muggle towns on the ground could let him know how high and fast he was from the ground.

Harry couldn't remember how much time had passed since he saw Sirius lying on the floor of the Department of Mysteries...... The only thing that is certain is that his godfather neither obeyed Voldemort's orders nor was he killed...... Because whatever the outcome is, it will make him feel Voldemort's joy or anger.

I don't know how long they flew in the sky, but they finally started to land...... Harry could see the dilapidated phone booth in front of him.

They walked into the phone booth together, and Ron shouted, "Call 62442!"

Ginny picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers...... With the sudden shaking of the phone booth, their gaze began to drop little by little.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice night. With a crisp voice, Harry and his party officially arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

He plucked up the courage and walked to the forefront...... Follow the direction in the dream, little by little, get closer to the Department of Occult Affairs.

The journey was smooth and I didn't encounter any Ministry of Magic security personnel...... It went so well that Harry felt a little scared.

As in the dream, they passed through a simple black door...... Then I passed by a huge circular room...... Finally came to the room where the gray crystal ball had slowed down.

"You said it was row 97. Ron whispered in his ear.

"Yes...... We're close, be careful!" Harry replied softly, looking up at the silver number "53" flashing under the stand.......

They took out their wands and tiptoed from shelf to shelf.

All the way to the 97th row, they looked around intently, but now everything in front of them was a little different from the dream...... Harry didn't see his godfather, not even the Death Eaters or Voldemort.

"What's going on?" Ron asked quietly, his voice shaking.

"I ......" Harry was a little speechless, he didn't know what was going on...... Based on previous experience, Siris should be here.

"Harry, this crystal ball has your name on it!" Neville Longbottom whispered, gesturing to a crystal ball beside him.

Harry walked over lightly and looked down...... The crystal ball has a date written on it, along with a line that reads: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter".

Harry held out his hand in confusion.

"No, Harry......" Luna on the side suddenly said, "I don't think you should touch it!"

"Yes......" Neville nodded as he became a little restless.

"My name is written on it......" Harry muttered, and he reached out and took the dirty crystal ball in his hand.

Nothing seems to have happened.

Except-

An excited voice came from behind him: "Well done, Potter...... Now, you slowly turn around and give it to me!"

It was Lucius Malfoy's voice.

......

Twelve glowing wands appeared around them, all aimed at them.

Twelve Death Eaters...... Led by Lucius Malfoy.

"Where's Siris?" asked Harry in a loud voice.

Several of the Death Eaters laughed, and one of the women with a shrill voice said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always expects things like a god!"

Neville Longbottom's face turned pale when he heard this.

"I know Siris has been captured by you...... Where is he?" asked Harry, plucking up his courage.

"It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter. Malfoy glanced at Harry with some contempt, "Hand over your prophecy orb, or we'll kill all your companions." ”

"It's a trap!" Harry finally reacted...... He was fooled, and now its mind went blank.

"They are in the 97th platoon!" In the distance, a familiar voice suddenly came: "From different directions, surround them." ”

It's Dolores Umbridge's voice...... For the first time, Harry felt that this pink toad, her voice was so pleasant.

The faces of the Death Eaters changed suddenly, and they all looked at Lucius Malfoy or Bellatrix Lestrange with inquiring eyes.

A figure appeared on the side of the shelf, and he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "It's over here!"

Bellatrix Lestrange reacted faster, though:

"Avada Kedavra!" she screamed.

With a flash of green light, the wizard dressed as an Auror fell to the ground with his eyes open.

"Damn, it's the Aurors...... How could they ......," the madwoman scolded angrily.

"Catch Potter first!" Lucius Malfoy reacted and commanded loudly.

But it's too late......

The sudden appearance of the Auror briefly caught the attention of the Death Eaters...... The five children in the center have also communicated with each other.

"Let's go!" Harry shouted.

Four different voices shouted behind him, "Reducto!"

The four spells flew in all four directions around them, and the shelves filled with crystal balls exploded after being hit, and countless debris of high heights floated in the air like a torrential rain......

The scene is chaotic!

"Run!" Harry commanded again.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they fled from the shelves to avoid the Death Eaters......

At the same time, the Aurors seemed to have arrived.

Harry didn't have time to count how many of them there were, but it seemed to be several times as many as the Death Eaters.

The Aurors and the Death Eaters were torn apart.

"Lestrange!" Harry heard a man's roar behind him.

"Oh, Robaz...... Long time no see!" Bellatrix-Lestrange screamed, "Is your wife okay...... I still remember the scene of torturing her more than ten years ago!"

"Die, Lestrange...... Stupefy!"

"Hahaha, is that all you can do...... Avada Kedavra!"

They seem to be fighting fiercely...... Harry, however, still weaved his way from shelf to crystal ball, clutching the prophecy ball tightly in his hand, searching for the exit of the Department of Mysteries......

"Harry!" a pudgy witch in a pink robe appeared in front of Harry.

Harry couldn't help but be stunned, it was the first time he had heard Umbridge call himself that.

Dolores Umbridge grabbed Harry's hand and ran along the shelf, "Quick...... Come with me......"

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