In fact, Harry didn't fall asleep, he slowly lay restless in bed for three hours, meditating on the horrific method of revenge.

But limited by imagination, Harry didn't come up with any good way to live up to the Ministry of Magic's actions until the end.

Their final exam, the history of magic, didn't begin until the afternoon. Although Harry was tempted to go back to bed after breakfast, he had been studying for the last minute in the pre-exam arena, so he held his head in the common room and tried his best to read the three-and-a-half-inch notes Hermione had left him without falling asleep.

It was a difficult thing to do, but thankfully, Harry persevered, even if it made him sad to death.

The fifth-graders entered the hall at two o'clock and spread out their exam papers in front of them. Harry was tired. He had hoped that it would be over at first, so that he could leave and go to sleep, and then the next day, he and Ron would go to a Quidditch match - he was going to fly with Ron's broomstick - and get out of the review.

Unfortunately, the rocket crossbow was not returned, even though Umbridge was not there......

"Open your papers," Professor Horse Bunker said at the front of the hall, flipping over the hourglass, "you can begin." ”

Harry began to answer the first question. But before he could think of a word in his head after thinking for a few seconds, there was only a buzzing bee disturbing his thoughts. Slowly, in a tortuous way, he finally began to write the answers. He found it hard to remember the confusing names and dates.

He only skipped the fourth question (from your point of view, whether the 8th century goblin rebellion was caused by a law that better governed wands), considering that he would eventually have time to go back. He tried to answer the fifth question (how many secret decrees were issued in 749 to prevent multiple standards for units of measurement), but he had a critical guess that he missed a few points, and he had a feeling that vampires should be somewhere in the story. He looked up for a question he could simply answer, and his eyes fell on the number 0 (describing the establishment of the World Federation of Wizards and explaining why the wizards of Liechtenstein were against joining?)

"I know that," Harry thought, looking up at the large hourglass on the table beside Professor Blockbank. He was sitting in the back left of Pavadi Patil, her long black hair covering the back of her desk. Once or twice he found that when she shook her head, he saw a faint flash of golden light, and he had to tap his head gently to sober up. All the quills around Harry were trying to write on the parchment as fast as they were racing, ripping holes in them. The sun on the back of his head was hot.

What did the World Federation of Wizards do to the wizards of Liechtenstein?

Harry had the feeling that something was swirling in his brain. He stared blankly at the back of Pawadi's head again.

If he wanted to answer the Liechtenstein question perfectly, he would only have to open a window in the back of her head to see what was the cause of the rift between the World Federation of Wizards and the wizards of Liechtenstein.

Harry closed his eyes and buried his hand in his hand to darken and cool his fiery red eyelids.

The World Federation of Wizards had hoped to stop the hunting of giants and give them rights. But Liechtenstein has long been plagued by a particularly brutal tribe of giants in the mountains.

That's it. He opened his eyes, and they kept staring at the white, burning parchment. Slowly, he wrote two lines about giants, and read them as fast as he could. It didn't seem very rich and detailed, but Harry must have taken page after page of things about the Federation in Hermione's notes.

He closed his eyes again and tried his best to think about recalling them, the Federation met for the first time in France, yes, he had already written that the goblins tried to participate and were expelled. He also wrote. There were also no Liechtenstein participants.

"Think," he told himself, as he put his face in his hands as all the people around him were writing and the sand in the hourglass in front of him was still draining.

He walked forward again down the cold, dark hallway leading to the Department of Mysteries, walking steadily and steadily, with occasional trotting moments, before finally he reached his destination.

The black door swayed open for him as usual, and he stood in a circular room with many portals. Walking straight up the stone steps through the second door, the lights beating on the walls and floor ticked mechanically, but there was no time to visit, he had to hurry.

He took a few last steps to the third door, which was hidden for him like the others. Once again, he came to the large room full of shelves and glass balls, and his heart was beating fast now. He's going there this time.

When he reached the number 97, he walked left through the corridor between the two rows. But at the end of the floor there was a shadow, a black shadow that moved on the floor like a wounded animal.

Harry's stomach contracted with fear and excitement. A voice came out of his own mouth, a towering, cold, completely dehumanized voice.

"Give that to me. Put it down, now, I can't touch him, but you can. ”

The dark shadow on the floor moved. Harry saw that he was holding a wand in his hand, which was a slender hand with white fingers, and then heard a towering, cold voice say, "Drill the heart and cut the bone!"

The man on the ground screamed in pain and tried to get up but fell down. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure's groans subsided.

"Voldemort is waiting" was slow, his hands trembled, and the man on the ground lifted his shoulder an inch or two and then raised his head. His face was bloodied and haggard, and his face distorted by pain still had a challenging fortitude.

"You're going to kill me. Sirius whispered.

"At the end of the day, I will do it without question. "But you have to bring me something first, Blake." Do you want it to hurt a little more? Think about it again. We've had hours and no one can hear you scream. ”

But when Voldemort raised his wand again, someone screamed. Someone shouted and pushed the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But Harry was awake when he banged on the floor, but he was still screaming, his scars burning like fire, and the whole hall was watching him as if they were looking at the psychosis, and only his roommate knew what it meant.

......

"I'm not going, I don't need to go to the hospital room, I don't want to-" Harry was trying his best to persuade Professor Sinista to stay away from him. Professor Sinista was leading Harry through the hallway under the watchful eyes of the surrounding students, and he was looking at Harry with a more concerned expression than usual.

"I'm fine, sir," Harry stammered, wiping the sweat from his face, "I just fell asleep and had a nightmare. ”

"The pressure of the exams!" said the old wizard in a tone of pity, patting Harry weakly on the shoulder, "it's over, young man, it's over, now, get some cool drinks, you're probably almost back in the halls." The exam is almost over, but have you answered the last question perfectly?"

"Yes," Harry said savagely, "I mean, I think I've done my best. ”

"Very good, very good," said the old wizard softly, "I have to go and take your papers, and I suggest you lie down for a while." ”

"I will," Harry nodded vigorously, "Thank you very much!"

The second the old man's heel disappeared from the hall, Harry jumped up the marble steps and ran as fast as he could down the corridor muttering about the portraits, and he stepped up several stairs like a violent hurricane to the door of the hospital room, and Madam Pomfrey, who was pouring a blue liquid into Walton's open mouth, shouted in warning, "Potter, what do you think you're doing?"

"I want to see Professor McGonagall," Harry said, panting, the air tearing at his lungs, "right now, urgently. ”

"She's not here, Potter. Madam Pomfrey said sadly, "Early this morning, she was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic. Four unconscious spells hit her in the chest together, and it was a miracle that they hadn't killed her at her age. ”

"She-she's gone?" said Harry in shock. The bell rang outside the dorm room, and he could hear the rumble of the usual students coming out of the classroom and into the hallway from the distant floor. He was still staring at Madam Pomfrey, and the fear in his heart rose. There's no one here to tell them anything. Dumbledore is gone. Hagrid is gone. Van Lin and Hermione also left.

But he always wished Professor McGonagall was here, she could be irritable and stubborn, but she could always be backed up.

"I'm not surprised by your shock, Potter. Madam Pomfrey said, with a look of strong approval on her face, "If they had dared to do so during the day, they would have been knocked unconscious by Minerva McGonagall." Cowards! That's why they do this, despicable cowards! If I hadn't been worried about what would happen to you students without me, I would have quit a long time ago. ”

"Yes. Harry said with a blank face. He walked out of the room to the hallway where he was, and was bumped back and forth by the crowd, panic spreading through him like a poisonous gas, so that his head began to feel dizzy and unable to think about what to do.

Van Lin and Hermione's voices popped into his head, don't stay away from his friends......

Harry ran again, ramming the students to make way for him and ignoring their angry protests. When he saw them hurrying towards him at the top of the marble staircase, he ran back two more floors.

"Harry," Ron said immediately, his expression frightened, "what's going on? Are you all right? Are you sick? Where have you been?"

The barrage of questions made Harry uncomfortable, but Harry was relieved that Ron was much more useful than before, and at least could come up with some good ideas.

"Follow me. Harry said quickly, "Come in." I'm going to tell you something. He led them through the corridor on the first floor, vigilantly leading them through the corridor on the first floor, vigilantly through the doorway, and finally he found an empty classroom and rushed in, and immediately closed the door the moment Ron entered, leaning against the door and facing him, "Voldemort has captured Sirius." ”

"What," Ron asked incredulously.

"How are you—"

"See. Just now, when I fell asleep during an exam. ”

"But—but where? How did it happen? Just like Daddy?" Ron looked terrified, and it was clear that Mr. Weasley's affair had cast a big enough shadow on Ron.

"I don't know. "Harry," but I knew exactly where, it was a room with shelves full of glass balls in the Ministry of Magic, they were at the end of row 97, he was trying to use Sirius to get something he wanted from there, he was torturing him, threatening to kill him and finish him off. ”

Harry noticed his voice and his knees shaking. He moved a chair and sat down, trying to control himself.

"How do we get there?" asked Ron. A moment of silence. Then Ron said, "Go-where?"

"Go to the Department of Mysteries so we can save Sirius. Harry shouted loudly.

"But, Harry. Ron said weakly.

"What, what?" said Harry. He couldn't understand why Ron was staring at him as if he was saying something incredible.

"Harry," Ron said in a trembling voice, "uh, what? How did Voldemort infiltrate the Ministry of Magic without anyone realizing he was there?"

"How do I know!" Harry roared, "the question is how we get in! And, as Van Lin said, last time, last time he was there!"

"But, Harry...... No one can spot him, if he can sneak into the Ministry of Magic......" Ron said, as someone who had lived in the wizarding world since he was a child, Ron's knowledge of the Ministry of Magic was obviously more pure.

Ron hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about how to explain the incredibleness to Harry, and then took a step towards him, "It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and normally at this time, the Ministry of Magic is usually packed, if I am where, so...... How could Voldemort and Sirius break in and not be seen?Harry, they're the wizards they want to catch in the world, do you think they can break into a building full of Aurors and not be detected?

"I don't know, maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak or something!" Harry exclaimed, "Anyway, I've always seen the Department of Mysteries completely empty at all times." ”

"You've never been there, Harry!" Ron said hesitantly, "I promise, you've never left here, you've only dreamed of that place." ”

"That's no ordinary dream!" Harry yelled at Ron's face, and stood up and took a step towards Ron, "How do you explain your dad's business?

"Oh, perhaps, you're right......" Ron said as he watched Harry quietly, but remembering Dumbledore's explanation, Ron had to calm himself down and rethink.

"Oh yes, maybe Sirius will be sent on a mission by Dumbledore, like my father...... However, not now...... Harry, the defenses of the important departments of the Ministry of Magic are much stronger than you think, as Van Lin always said...... The magic circle will be the first to notice the entry and exit of personnel who do not belong to the Ministry of Magic, even Dumbledore, it is impossible not to leave any traces...... I'd love to believe you, I swear, but ......"