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Glopp was big but timid, and subconsciously let go of Umbridge in his hand, and Umbridge fell, but not on the ground, but was caught by the horses.

"What are you going to do......

Umbridge didn't think the centaurs would let her go, and it was, as the centaurs carried Umbridge and ran in groups into the distance.

After a few breaths, it disappeared from Harry and Hermione's sight, Umbridge's screams still lingering in the air, "I'm the High Investigator of the Ministry of Magic, you can't ...... me like that"

Umbridge vanished, taken away by the centaurs, and no one knew what would await her, but as soon as she disappeared, the mountain that weighed on everyone's heads was gone.

The sound of the horsemen galloping farther and farther away.

As Harry listened to the voices, his scar throbbed violently again, and a wave of fear swept over him.

They had wasted too much time - less likely to be able to rescue Sirius than they had been in Harry's dream. Harry had lost his wand, and they were still trapped in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, with no means of transportation.

Harry patted Hermione, trying to defuse his grievances, "Where are we going from here?" ”

"We need to go back to the castle." Hermione said weakly.

"By the time we get back there, Sirius may be dead!" Harry said as he kicked a tree beside him in a rage. A squeaky squeak suddenly sounded overhead, and he looked up to see an angry tree guard pot spreading long, branch-like fingers at him.

"It seems that we can't do anything without a wand." Hermione said desperately, struggling to her feet. "Anyway, Harry, how the hell are you going to get to London?"

"yes, we were thinking about it just now." A familiar voice came from behind Hermione.

Harry and Hermione instinctively pressed close together, peering carefully into the woods.

Ron comes into view, followed by Ginny, Neville, and Luna. They all looked a little embarrassed—Ginny had a few long scratches on her cheeks from top to bottom; Neville's right eye was swollen with a large purple bag; Ron's lips were still bleeding, and they were worse than they had been - but they still looked elated.

"So," Ron said, brushing aside a low-hanging branch and handing Harry's wand, "any ideas?" ”

"How did you get out?" Harry asked, surprised, as he took his wand from Ron's hand.

"A couple of stun charms, a disarming charm, Neville recited a brilliant obstacle charm," Ron said cheerfully and then handed Hermione's wand, "but, the best of all, Ginny, she cast a - the bat spirit charm - it was wonderful, his whole face was covered in flapping monsters. Anyway, we saw you walking towards the Forbidden Forest through the window, and we followed. What did you do to Umbridge? ”

"She was taken," Harry said, "by a bunch of centaurs." ”

"They left you behind?" Ginny asked, surprised.

"Almost, they were by Umbridge." Harry said.

"Great, how did she them off?" Luna asked curiously.

"She can easily provoke anyone." Ron immediately said, "Okay, leave that alone. Harry, are you sure Sirius was captured by the mystery man? ”

"Yes," said Harry, as he felt a strong sting in his scar at this point, "and I'm sure he's alive, but I don't know how we're going to get there to save him." ”

Everyone was silent, looking very worried; They face rhyme difficulties that seem insurmountable.

"Well, we just flew over, didn't we?" Luna said in a bland tone that Harry had never heard before.

"Okay." Harry turned to her in an irritated voice, "First of all, if you were included, this 'we' wouldn't be able to do anything, and second, Ron was the only one of us who didn't have a broomstick guarded by the troll guards, so—"

"I have a broomstick too!" Ginny said.

"yes, but you can't go along." Ron replied angrily.

"I'm sorry, but I care as much about Sirius's life as you do!" Ginny said, and her jaw sank, suddenly looking like Fred and George.

"You're too ......," Harry wanted to say something.

But Ginny interrupted him excitedly, "I'm three years older than when you fought the mystery man and protected the Philosopher's Stone, and I attacked Malfoy with the big flying monster and trapped him in Umbridge's office......"

"yes, but ......"

"We're all members of the D.A.," Neville said softly, "The D.A. was founded to fight the Mysteries, right?" This is the first time we have had the opportunity to participate in a real battle...... Otherwise, are they all playing games or something? ”

"No...... Of course not......," Harry said impatiently.

"Then we should go too," Neville said bluntly, "and we want to do our part." ”

"That's right." Luna said, a happy smile on her face.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. He knew that Ron had the exact same mind as he was: if he were to pick a member of the D.A. to save Sirius, he would choose Ron and Hermione instead of Ginny, Neville, or Luna.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," he said, gritting his teeth, "because we don't know how to get there yet—"

"I think we've solved this problem." Luna exasperated, "Let's fly over!" ”

"I said," Ron said, almost getting angry, "maybe you can fly without a broomstick, but we can't grow wings, no matter when we-"

"There are other ways to fly besides using a broomstick." Luna said calmly.

"Looks like we're going to ride on the back of a crooked snorer or something?" Ron asked.

"Scimitars can't fly," Luna said majestically, "but they can, and Hagrid says they're very good at spotting what the rider is looking for." ”

Harry turned to see the two Thestrals standing between the two trees, blinking timidly with white eyes, watching the secret conversation as if they could understand every word.

"Great!" He whispered as he walked over to them. They shook their reptilian heads, their long black manes flicking back, and Harry eagerly reached out a hand and patted the gleaming neck of the Thestrals, who was closest to him; I thought to myself, how could I have thought they were ugly before?

"Is this what kind of crazy horse you are?" Ron said half-incredulously, staring a little to the left of Thestrals' body that Harry was gently patting, "Something that only those who have seen the dead can see?" ”

"Yes." Harry said.

"How many are there?"

"Only two."

"Well, we need three." Hermione said, she still looked a little shaky, but still determined.

"Hermione, it's four." Ginny said with a frown.

"Actually, I think we need six." Luna said calmly as she counted.

"Don't be stupid, we can't all go!" Harry said angrily, "Listen to me, you three-" he pointed to Neville, Ginny, and Luna, "You three can't go, you don't-"

They immediately protested more. Harry's scar ached even more violently again, and every minute they had procrastinated was precious; He didn't have time to argue.

"Well, well, it's your choice," he said currily, "but unless we can find more Night Horrors, you can't-"

"Oh, there's going to be more Thestrals coming here," Ginny said confidently. She was glad that Ron was squinting in the wrong direction, and it was apparently her expression that made Ron think she was staring at the horses.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because, you may not have noticed, you and Hermione are covered in blood," Ginny said with a look of ease, "and we know that Hagrid uses raw meat to attract Thestrals." That's probably why the two of them appeared in the first place......"

Harry felt his robe be gently ripped off, and when he looked down, he saw a nearby Thestrals licking his sleeve, which was already drenched in Glopp's blood.

"Great," he said, a good idea popping into his head, "Ron and I rode these two first, Hermione stayed with the three of you, she could attract more Thestrals—"

"I don't want to stay behind!" Hermione said anxiously.

"I don't think so," Luna said with a smile, "and lo and behold, there's more night horrors over there...... You two smell like that......"

Harry turned to see at least six or seven Thestrals cautiously walking through the woods, their huge, gritty wings clenched at their sides, their eyes twinkling in the darkness. He has no excuses now.

"Alright then," he said puffed, "then pick one and mount it." ”

Harry reached into the mane of the Thestrals, who was closest to him, and grasped it firmly, and with one foot on the stump next to it, clumsily crawled onto its soft, smooth back. It didn't resist, but it turned its head, bared its fangs, and eagerly wanted to continue licking his robe.

Harry found that he could sit more firmly with his knees underneath the wings, and he looked around at the others. Neville hunched over, lying on the back of another Thestrals, trying to straddle one short leg to the other. Luna was already sitting on her side, arranging her robes, as if she were riding a Thestrals every day. But Ron, Hermione, and Ginny still stood still, their mouths wide open, their eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" Harry said.

"How are we going to get on it?" Ron muttered, "We can't see them. ”

"Oh, easy." Luna said enthusiastically as she slipped off Thestrals and strode over to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, "Come here......"

She pulled them to Thestrals, who were standing nearby, and helped them ride them onto Thestrals' backs, one by one.

Before walking back to her mount, she took them by the hand and told them to grasp the mane, telling them to hold on tightly. All three of them looked terribly nervous.

"It's incredible," Ron muttered, carefully stroking the horse's neck back and forth with his free hand, "incredible...... If I could see it—"

"You'd better never see it." Harry said gloomily, "So, are you all ready?" Everyone else nodded, and Harry saw five pairs of knees tense under their robes.

"Good ......"

He glanced down at Nightterror's black, sleek head and swallowed nervously.

"So, London, Ministry of Magic, guest entrance." He said uncertainly, "Hmm...... If only you knew...... How do I get there......"

The Thestrals stood motionless for a moment; Then he suddenly spread his wings, so big that he almost threw Harry off; It crouched slowly, then lunged into the sky like an arrow, so fast and angular that Harry had to cling to its body with his hands and feet to keep it from slipping off its bony tail. They rushed across the treetops and flew into the fiery red sunset, his eyes closed and his cheeks pressed against Thestrals' smooth, silky mane.

Harry never expected to fly so fast. Thestrals swept swiftly over the castle, its broad wings waving vigorously; Cool air currents lapped against Harry's face; He squinted at the wind and turned to see five of his companions flying after him, each bending down as best they could to hide behind Thestrals' neck to avoid his wake.

They flew over the grounds of Hogwarts and skimmed over Hogsmeade; Harry could see the mountains and ravines below. As the day began to fade, they flew from village to village, Harry saw the dotted lights, and then a lone car sped along the winding mountain road through the hills on the way home......

"It's amazing!" Harry could barely hear Ron's shouts coming from somewhere, imagining what it would be like to be galloping through the air at such a high altitude without seeing his mount.

Twilight falls: The sky gradually takes 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. Harry's arms wrapped around the horse's neck, hugging it tightly, wanting it to fly faster. How much time had passed since the moment he saw Sirius lying on the floor of the Department of Mysteries? How long will Sirius hold out against Voldemort? Harry could only conclude that his godfather had neither obeyed Voldemort's orders nor been killed, for he was sure that whatever the outcome, he would feel Voldemort's joy or anger flow through his body, and his scars would burn like the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

They flew in the dark; Harry felt his face stiff and cold, and his legs, which were clinging to the sides of Thestrals, were numb, but he didn't dare to change positions for fear of slipping off...... He couldn't hear anything, only the rumbling air rushing in his ears, and his mouth was dried and frozen by the cold night wind. He was unaware of how far they had come; His hopes were all pinned on the Thestrals beneath him, which was still darling resolutely through the dark night sky, barely flapping its wings as it flew forward.

If they're too late......

He's alive, he's still fighting, I can feel it......

If Voldemort decided that Sirius would not give in......

I should know......

Harry's heart was torn and turned, and the fear of Sirius had almost broken his heart, and it was in this mood that they quickly flew across the land and quickly arrived in the capital of the country, London. (To be continued.) )