On the last day of January, Phoenix was in the library, wandering aimlessly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Voldemort's plan is today, and the number of Death Eaters and the specific personnel Phoenix already knows.

Harry would have received that well-prepared message at any time. According to Harry's personality, he would definitely consult with Ron and Hermione, and Hermione would come back to find her - Phoenix turned his head to look out the window, the sun was almost obscured by the mountain peaks.

"Thank goodness you're here. Hermione said hurriedly, pulling him all the way out of the library without waiting for Phoenix's reaction.

"What's going on?" Phoenix asked knowingly.

"We'll talk about it later,"

They ran to the fifth floor, and Hermione ran out of breath. Harry was pacing anxiously in place, Ron with his head down, unable to see his expression.

The light of the setting sun splashed on the walls like blood. Four people stood in the hallway, their backs to the last bit of light from the sun.

"Okay, what's the matter?" Harry covered his scar, and when it came to the ins and outs, it wasn't complicated. But Harry spoke in fits and starts, and in many places it was clearly subjective.

"You're a member of the Order of the Phoenix, you have to tell Dumbledore-"

"First of all, I'm not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I'm just helping. I can't get in touch with Professor Dumbledore. "Phoenix looks like he can't help it.

"No, Harry. It's impossible, how could Voldemort show up at the Ministry of Magic and not be discovered?" Hermione took a step toward Harry, "It's just a dream, why did he catch Autumn?" ”

"That's not a dream, Hermione, exactly like when Mr. Weasley attacked on Christmas," Harry roared angrily, Ron clenched his fists. "I'm going to save her, you don't use it. ”

Hermione turned her head and hoped for Phoenix's support.

"Even if what you see is true, why did Voldemort catch Autumn?" Phoenix walked to the window, and the sun was gone, leaving only fiery red clouds.

"Torture me - what? That's not the point, she's going to be killed by Voldemort at any moment. ”

"Maybe. So what if it's a trap? In fact, it's quite possible. Phoenix continued.

Harry tried to calm his breath for a moment, "Possibly, I don't deny it. But I'm going, and I'm not going to ask you to come with me. ”

Phoenix was happy in his heart, Harry's force was the end of the road that I didn't listen to. But he really didn't understand, maybe he was really old and had forgotten the thoughts of young people.

"Then I'll go with you, just the two of us," Phoenix held up, and Hermione stopped talking.

"We gathered the DA, and they helped. Ron suddenly spoke, his body trembling slightly, "Let's go together, there will be a lot of people-"

"It's going to be more troublesome, Weasley. "Even if it's not a trap, we're here to save people." It's not a head-on war with them, the more people who go, the more troublesome it is. There may be more people caught, so what do we do. ”

Ron's ears turned red, and he tried to speak several times, but as soon as he met Phoenix's gaze, he swallowed back. Phoenix didn't want too many people to go, the Ministry of Magic would have killed a lot of people, and there was no need to let other unrelated people take the risk.

"Just the two of us, if it's a trap, the loss will be small. ”

"Okay, how do we get there?" Harry gasped as if he had just finished a marathon.

Hermione said annoyedly, "Fly over, the broom hasn't been given to you yet, and you won't have a phantasm—"

"Thestrals, or Hippogriffs. Take a look, but it's best not to let Hagrid know. Phoenix pretended to analyze, "Thestrals have a good sense of direction and won't get lost." ”

They walked out of the castle, and Ron yelled to follow, his gaze unwavering, though visibly pale. Either way, Phoenix disagreed, and Harry felt that it was a trap, not impossible.

Thinking of Mr. Weasley's death, he also sided with Phoenix. In the end, Ron cursed and left, and at the door of the hall, Hermione knew that Phoenix had made up his mind, and did not continue to persuade him.

They were slaughtering one of Hagrid's cocks, and he wasn't in the hut. It also saves them time and sneaking around. The chicken was dripping with blood on the ground, waiting for Thestrals to come over.

"You believe me?" asked Harry, taking advantage of the wait.

"Nope. Phoenix said dryly.

"Then why are you coming with me?"

"Because I have something to get back, and that thing is also in the Department of Mysteries. There is a very safe protection spell there, but the downside is that it is troublesome to retrieve it. ”

Harry didn't like his casual tone, as if he hadn't said the trap remarks he had just made. But he didn't worry at all, but looked very relaxed.

Phoenix looked around, at least that's what Harry thought.

"They're coming, oh yes, you can't see it. Phoenix clapped his hands over Harry to the air. They shook their reptilian heads, their long black manes flicking back, and Phoenix reached out a hand and patted the shiny neck of the Thestrals, who was closest to them.

"Why could Hermione see?" Harry didn't know why, and the more he set out, the more he asked about these irrelevant topics.

"If she didn't say it, then you don't have to know. Phoenix said, "There are several, and I'll help you." If you're unlucky, you'll be able to see them tomorrow too. "Phoenix helps Harry ride onto Thestrals' back.

"Okay—" Phoenix glanced down at Thestrals' jet-black, sleek head.

"We're just going to go?" Harry said for no apparent reason.

"What, I'm going to sing you a song?" Phoenix rolled his eyes, "London, Ministry of Magic, guest entrance." ”

The Thestrals stood motionless for a moment, then suddenly spread its wings so loud that they nearly threw him off, crouching slowly, then rushing into the sky like an arrow, Phoenix clinging to its body so as not to slip off its bony tail. They rushed through the treetops and flew into the fiery sunset. Looking back, Harry's horse was close behind.

They flew over the Hogwarts grounds, over Hogsmeade. They flew from village to village, Phoenix saw the dotted lights, and then a lone car sped along a winding mountain road through the hills on the way home

"Wow!" Phoenix shouted happily that as a race that can't fly, there's always a thrill feeling when soaring through space.

The sky gradually took on a faint, hazy purple color, scattered with small silver stars. Soon, only the lights of Muggle towns could tell them how high and fast they were above the ground.

The bright orange lights around them grew louder and rounder, and they could see the roofs of the buildings, the headlights of the traffic resembling the shining eyes of beetles, and the boxy windows glowing with a dull yellow glow. Suddenly, they seemed to be rushing towards the pavement. A moment later, Thestrals, like a shadow, fell lightly on the dark ground. Phoenix slid off its back and glanced around the street, where the overflowing dump truck was still parked not far from the dilapidated phone booth, illuminated by the drab orange streetlights, unable to see their original colors.

"Guest entrance, you've been here once, haven't you? "Phoenix's tone was like an outing, not a rescue.

"That's right. Harry said. He gratitatively patted his mount and followed Phoenix into the dilapidated telephone booth. (To be continued.) )