At half past five the next morning, Evan suddenly came to his senses, as if someone had shouted in his ear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He lay there motionless, slowly, remembering what he was going to do.

He was to go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to meet with Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and get permission to enter the wizarding prison of Azkaban.

Evan got out of bed, the sun had not yet risen, and the room was dark.

Except for him, everyone else was sleeping.

Harry curled up tightly under the covers, and Ron lay on his back on all fours, his mouth wide open, sleeping soundly.

Evan turned to look at Hermione, only to see that the girl had already woken up.

She was staring at herself in a daze, with tears in the corners of her eyes that could not be hidden.

"Have a safe journey, Aven!" Hermione whispered, leaning over and hugging Evan tightly.

She didn't cry, and the expression on her face was extraordinarily strong.

"I know!" replied Evan softly, "you also take care and take care of yourself during the holidays." ”

Hermione nodded slowly, her pretty chestnut eyes shining.

With Hermione's warmth and sweet scent, Aven walked across the room and waved at her one last time.

He went to the foyer outside the ward and closed the door softly with his backhand.

Immediately, Evan breathed a heavy sigh of relief, trying not to think that he might not be able to break the curse and never see Hermione again.

He walked out of the hospital and prepared to go to Dumbledore's office as agreed.

The narrow, dimly lit corridor was equally quiet, the murals on the walls were all asleep, snoring loudly, and a red fire dragon with an obviously disproportionate body was lying on the ground, with a little spark coming out of its mouth from time to time.

Evan remembered that he had actually killed a fire dragon in the centaur tribe not long ago, but that was what had happened in an illusion after all.

It doesn't sound real, let alone eight hundred years ago.

Walking up a spiral of staircase, he saw Filch's cat, Lady Loris, staring at him in the corner with yellow eyes the size of brass bells.

Evan waved his hand, and Lady Loris let out a low cry and ran over.

It occurred to him that he didn't know what candy's name to use to crack through the passwords of the two statues at the door of Dumbledore's office.

As he reached the hallway, he heard a sound of speech near the statue.

Dumbledore and Sirius had been waiting for them there, and the two of them had just returned from outside the castle.

Seeing him walk over, both of them had smiles on their faces.

"Good morning, Aven!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "We just got back from the centaur tribe, you shouldn't have had breakfast like we did, I ordered the house-elves to prepare something, and I think we can finish eating before we go." ”

They entered Dumbledore's office, which was as strange as Evan had seen before, with a table full of strange objects, and Phoenix Fawkes stood motionless, eyes tightly closed.

The portraits of the previous headmasters on the walls are all sleeping, but the old foxes are all pretending.

From time to time, they opened their eyes and snickered at Evan and Sirius.

Dumbledore lit the fireplace with his wand, and the warm flame rose to dispel the cold in the room, and he tapped on the round table next to the fire, and food such as sandwiches, eggs, desserts, milk, and coffee appeared one after another.

"I wrote a letter to your parents explaining the matter and asking them to allow me to take care of you temporarily for the upcoming summer vacation. Dumbledore took a lilac envelope out of his bosom and handed it to Aven, saying calmly, "You can send this letter to them along with your own letters." ”

Evan took the letter, and the Hogwarts crest was printed in the upper left corner.

In the middle is the name and address of his parents, which is Dumbledore's characteristic circular font.

"Okay, you can think about what you want to say to them, even if everything goes well, it will probably take us a month or so to come back. But for now, you should have breakfast and try this sandwich, do you need some more honey?" Dumbledore pointed to the plate in front of Aven, "I like the taste a little sweeter. ”

"Thank you!" Evan had just picked up the sandwich when a new one popped out of his plate.

The house-elves are very good at their craft, and Evan feels that this sandwich is very tasty.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Sirius asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Good!" replied Aven, but he was a little nervous.

He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but as soon as his head was empty, the terrible evil god and Voldemort always appeared.

He shook his head, forcing himself to think about something else. For example, Hermione, her cute expression when she laughs, but the picture is always frozen in the end when the girl just said goodbye to her, and she can't hold back her tears.

Dumbledore and Sirius were still there discussing things about the centaur tribe, and Evan listened absentmindedly.

He was glad they hadn't asked him to join the conversation, and he struggled to eat the delicious sandwich in his hand, but his mind was completely off of it.

"It's about the same time, I think it's time for us to go!" Dumbledore stood up after about half an hour, "I'll probably need to talk to Fudge for a long time, and you can finish your letters to your parents there." ”

As soon as his words fell, and he didn't see any movement, the small red flame in the fireplace in front of Evan suddenly turned green, and the flame was burning.

"Normally, Hogwarts fireplaces are not included in Floo.com, but temporary links can be requested if necessary. Dumbledore winked at Aven, "You should have used the Floo Net, right?!Just walk in and shout at the Ministry of Magic where we're going." ”

Evan nodded, walked into the green-burning fireplace under the gaze of Dumbledore and Sirius, and shouted, "Ministry of Magic!"

His body was quickly sucked into the flames, everything in front of him was spinning, and after a whirlwind of the heavens, he emerged from the other end of the fireplace.

At this time, he was standing at the end of a long golden hall.

The floor is polished with a polished dark wood floor, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides were lined with dark boards of jet-black and shiny wood, and around him, many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the planks, neatly arranged in rows.

"Go forward, don't block the door!"

A man's voice rang out behind Aven, and he hurried forward.

Behind him, every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces on the left.

On the right, in front of each fireplace, there are several people waiting in line to leave. (To be continued.) )