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"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do. ”

"Phoenix Peverell and the representative of the young wizards of the Wizengamot, and Harry Potter, are here to save people, and if there is no one in the Ministry, please let us know. ”

"Thank you," said the cold voice, "Guest, please take the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." ”

A badge slipped out of the metal diagonal that was supposed to be used to exit the coin. Harry glanced at the top one: Harry Potter, Rescue Mission.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be screened and register your wand at the security checkpoint, which is located at the end of the main hall. ”

"Got it!" Harry exclaimed, clutching his scar in excruciating pain.

The floor of the phone booth shook suddenly, the sidewalk outside rose past the window, and the Thestrals slowly slipped out of sight as they foraged for food slowly slipped out of sight, darkness closed above their heads, and with a dull grinding sound, they descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

A thin golden ray shone on their feet, widening and moving towards them.

The main hall seemed to be empty. The light was dimmer than daylight, and there was no fire in the mantelpiece embedded in the wall, but when the elevator came to a steady stop, he saw that the golden symbol was still writhing irregularly on the dark blue canopy. The halls of the Ministry of Magic remain open.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice night. The woman's voice said.

The door to the phone booth slammed open, and Harry staggered out. The only sound that could be heard in the main hall was the constant rush of water from the wands of witches and witches, the arrowheads of centaurs, the tips of fairy hats, and the ears of house-elves, falling into the circular pool.

As they walked through the golden gate to the elevator, he pressed the nearest "down" button, and the elevator appeared in front of him almost immediately, and the golden fence slid through it to both sides, making a deafening, reverberating clang, and they rushed in. Phoenix poked the number nine button, and the fence slammed shut. The elevator made a clicking sound, which was very harsh.

"Which room are we going to?" Phoenix asked.

"Prophecy Hall, row 97. You know, right?" said Harry with less certainty.

"You know, my stuff is in row 101. We go in from different directions, you from the front and me from the back. If it's a trap, another person can disrupt the enemy, got it?"

Harry hesitated.

The cold woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The fence opened, and they stepped out into the hallway, where there was no movement except for the nearest torches flickering and flickering in the air whistling from the elevator.

"Okay, how do you go?" said Harry, in a hoarse voice.

"This door, just go in and keep walking. I walked around the Hall of Time, remembering fast and quiet. "If you don't want to die too quickly," Phoenix finally instructed. ”

Pushing open the Hall of Time, it was filled with beautiful, diamond-like sparkling jumping light. Clocks can be found on every surface, ranging in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hanging between bookshelves or standing on tables the length of a room. Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the neat footsteps of thousands of tiny processions.

The diamond-like leap of light came from a bell-shaped glass dome standing tall at the end of the room. The bell-shaped crystal glass was as tall as Phoenix, standing on a table, and it looked like it was filled with a churning, glittering air current. Inside the hood, a small, jewel-like bright object (egg) floats up and down. This object is a small hummingbird, but it is not always a bird. At the bottom of its circular trajectory, the bird is carrying its eggs. As it rose from the glass cover, it cracked open, and a hummingbird emerged and rose straight to the top of the glass cover. But as the air currents fell, the bird's feathers were stained and wet again until they landed at the very bottom of the glass enclosure, where they were again locked in the eggs. This process of time is repeated endlessly inside the hood. A closet with a glass front, and the wall where the closet was located was covered with all sorts of hourglasses.

He didn't have time to appreciate the magic, and silently made his way to the door to the Prophecy Hall.

It was as tall as a church, lined with towering shelves and dusty glass balls, and nothing else. More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves at regular intervals, and a faint light shone from them, and the flames were blue, just like those in the black round room. The little glass balls glow faintly in the light. It was cold inside the house.

Slowly moving forward, Phoenix did not use detection magic, and the prophecy orb was also a magical energy. As it stands, Phoenix is most likely to run into the Death Eaters who are ambushed here first.

Phoenix glanced down at a dark aisle between the two rows of shelves, and he heard a voice, the voice of a human voice.

They have been reached.

Harry was so quick that Phoenix thanked him.

He crept along the long aisle between the shelves, occasionally glancing around and behind him, and it was almost pitch black in the distance. The shelves underneath each glass ball are labeled with small, yellowed labels. Some of the balls emit a mysteriously flowing light, while others are blurry and dark, like a light bulb that has gone out.

He walked through the 115th row - the 110th row - and Phoenix tried to listen to their conversation, but couldn't hear anything clearly.

Arriving in the 101st row, Phoenix could already hear them, but they were actually closer than Phoenix thought. He could see every expression on Harry's face.

"-Always," Malfoy whispered, "Now, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter." ”

"I want to know where Autumn is!"

"I want to know where Autumn is!" The woman to Harry's left parroted.

Phoenix removes the Wright memory ball from the shelf. Drawing his wand, a dark shadow appeared around him, blocking the path on either side, their eyes glistening through the gaps in their hoods, and twelve shiny wands aimed at Harry's heart.

She and her fellow Death Eaters were a little closer, just a few feet away from Harry.

"You took her. Harry said, his voice calm, "She's here." I know she's there. ”

"The little baby woke up with a (frightened) heart, and thought that the dream was real. The woman said in a disgusting baby-like voice.

There were more Death Eaters laughing, and the woman laughed the loudest.

Phoenix's wand emitted faint dots of light, almost instantaneously turning into intense silvery-white waves of light that spread out in all directions. The last few Death Eaters flew out, and everyone seemed to be given the order to fire freely. All sorts of spells flew around, some trying to stun Harry, some being defensive, others panicking and firing a mess of curses. It was all useless, no one could stand, the surrounding shelves were blasted open by the shock wave, the towering shelves swayed, hundreds of glass balls were torn apart, and pearly white figures were displayed floating in the air, their voices echoing in the broken glass and wood chips that had never been seen before falling on the floor like a torrential rain.

"Run!" Phoenix shouted, the shelves crumbling, and more glass balls began to fall from above. Harry, who had seen the light behind the Death Eaters in advance, threw himself to the ground as soon as possible.

Hearing Phoenix's shout, he got up and rushed towards the gate where he came. A few Death Eaters got up and chased after them, ignoring the large broken shelves and tiny shards of glass. (To be continued.) )