The night after the exam, everyone was happy. Even with the help of the Weasley twins, Gryffindor's 5th and 7th graders hosted a small party in the common room. This reminded Ryan of his experience of singing outside with a few classmates who had a good relationship after the college entrance examination that year.

Naturally, everyone was happy on this occasion, but everyone was a little exhausted because of the previous revision. So it didn't take long for everyone to disperse and rest.

The same was true of Harry, who soon fell asleep as he lay down in bed after letting go of the greatest burden on his heart lately. At first, he was the same as he usually slept, and his eyes were black. Soon, though, the blacks faded and some gray images came to Harry's mind.

He walked down the cold, dark corridor of the Department of Mysteries, with firm, decisive steps, occasionally running a few steps, and finally he was determined to reach his destination......

He didn't pay attention to his surroundings along the way, and after passing through the three doors, Harry was once again in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and glass balls, as if something was urging him, his heart was beating very fast, and he turned left as he was guided by his heart to reach the 97th row of shelves, and hurried down the narrow aisle between the two rows......

There was a figure moving on the floor at the end of the aisle, and Harry felt a voice come out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice without the slightest human kindness......

"Get it for me...... Quick, bring it...... I can't touch it...... You can touch ......."

The black figure on the floor moved slightly. A hand with long, white fingers clutched a wand and raised it, and heard the sharp, cold voice say, "Drill the heart and cut the bone!"

Harry was shocked to find that it was himself who had fired the Mind Drilling Spell. In the midst of the spell, the man squirming on the floor let out a scream of pain and tried to get up, only to writhe and fall. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned, never moving again.

"Voldemort is waiting for ......"

The man on the ground, his arms trembling, lifted his shoulders a few inches very slowly, and lifted his head. His face was bloodstained, haggard, and twisted in pain, but he still had a resolute and unyielding look. "You're going to kill me. ”

"There is no doubt that I will. "But you're going to have to bring it to me first, Blake?" and "think that's all you feel......?" We've got a few hours left and no one can hear you scream......"

Just as Voldemort lowered his wand, Harry screamed and rolled around on the bed. But he woke up after hitting his head on the bed, still screaming and scar like he had been branded with a red bar.

"Harry!" Ron stood beside him, his face fearful. "Who is it this time? Who is it that is hurt?"

"Sirius, Sirius, he was captured by Voldemort—" Harry blurred his vision in pain, but still grabbed Ron's arm hard, as he felt it was very important. "Go tell Professor McGonagall. ”

"But, Professor McGonagall isn't at the school. Ron stammered. "You know, she escorted our papers back to London after today's exams. ”

"Damn!" Harry slammed the bed beneath him, then got up and said in a loud voice. "But I can't watch Sirius die, I'm going to the Department of Mysteries, to save him!. ”

"But buddy. At this time, he was stopped by Ron. "What's the difference between you rushing over like this and sending you to death? Don't forget that your opponent is a mysterious person, what's the point of you passing like this except to kill one more person?"

At this moment the door to their dorm room was pushed open, and Ryan stepped out from behind Neville, "What happened? I had just been woken up by Neville who told me that Harry seemed to be sick and asked me to take a look. ”

"No, it's not sick. Ron looked at Ryan and said, "Rather, Harry had a dream, just like the one I had when my father was bitten a few months ago." But this time it was the mystery man who kidnapped Sirius. ”

When Ryan heard this, his whole body stiffened at first, but he quickly relaxed. On the contrary, there is a sense of relief in my heart. Because it meant that Voldemort had really started to carry out that plan, and everything was back on track.

"I know you're nervous right now, but the question now is is is whether what you're seeing is real?" Ryan said as he pulled out his wand and used his mental soothing magic to ease Harry's pain. "You know, your observation goes both ways. Especially when the other party's strength is stronger than you, he can sense you, and I'm afraid it's a trap, a trap that will take you out of the safe castle. You know, you're probably in the top three on Mystery's kill list. ”

"But Sirius—" Harry was interrupted before Ryan waved his hand. "I remember Sirius gave you a two-way mirror, you can ask. ”

"Damn, I forgot about this. Harry slapped his forehead and rummaged through the box under the bed, finally finding a badly wrapped bag in the corner of the box, which revealed a small, dirty, old square mirror. There was also a note that Sirius hastily wrote about how to use the mirror.

Harry read the note and held it up to his eyes with both hands, and called out loudly and clearly, "Sirius." Within seconds the mirror responded, only to reveal Kreacher's wrinkled face.

"Where's Sirius, Kreacher?" asked Harry when he saw Kreacher.

"The host went out. The house-elf gasped and chuckled softly. "He's gone on a trip to Miss Straw, and I wish the next generation of the Black family would be born sooner, and I'd be happy to have a baby for them—"

"I'd like to ask if he's not coming back, if he's going to the Ministry of Magic?" Harry quickly interrupted Kreacher, who had already begun to mover what bottles and diapers would be better for newborns.

"Of course not, Harry Potter. Kreacher looked at Harry, "How could he go to the Ministry of Magic when his master went out this morning and said he was going to Marseille with Miss Straw?"

"Then can you call the members of the Order of the Phoenix, I have important information to inform them. Kreacher snapped into another room, and Harry saw Lupin sitting up with his eyes rubbed.

"What, you saw Sirius get caught. Lupin looked stunned. "Don't move until you stay in the castle, I'll tell the others that you must not move around, let alone leave the castle. ”

After saying that, the two-way mirror darkened, and everyone in the dormitory was waiting nervously. But no new news came until dawn.

"Ryan, what's wrong with you?" Hermione looked at Ryan in dismay, as she had breakfast the next day. "Why did you seem worse after the test?"

Ryan could only whisper into Hermione's ear to explain what had happened, and after listening to the explanation, Hermione thought it was Voldemort's attempt to lure Harry out of the castle.

However, while Ryan was having dinner, Hermione brought the bad news: Kreacher used the two-way mirror to inform Harry that the members of the Order of the Phoenix had found Miss Straw in Marseille who had been knocked unconscious, and according to her statement, seven or eight men in black suddenly rushed out when he and Sirius were walking on the beach yesterday afternoon. They fought hard but were outnumbered, and finally before she fell unconscious, she saw Sirius captured by the group.

Voldemort directly tied people up this time, Ryan was shocked by the news, and now the situation has greatly deviated from the original plot, and it seems that the battle of the Ministry of Magic is inevitable.