With Luna's help, Harry and the others climbed aboard a Thestrals. Grasping her mane, Thestrals spread her huge wings and flew towards London.

Thestrals was very fast, and it was also very light when it landed, except for Luna, who rolled over and jumped down in a dashing manner, and the others basically rolled to the ground.

"Where are we going?"

The place where I landed was a small alley in London, it was very late, the street lights were not on, and it was a little dim. Harry made a point, pointed to the tattered phone booth in the alley, and said, "That's it!" ”

The experience of being interrogated during the summer vacation taught him how to enter the Ministry of Magic, and he opened the door of the phone booth with ease, beckoning everyone to come in quickly.

After everyone had come in and closed the door, Harry took the phone and dialed six-two-four-four-two on the dial, and then heard an indifferent girl ringing in the receiver.

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood!" Harry quickly said everyone's names, "We're here to save people!" ”

"Thank you." The indifferent girl continued, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes. ”

Six badges fell out of the place where the coins were returned, and Harry quickly distributed them to everyone, pinning them to his chest.

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

"Yes, I see!" Harry shouted anxiously, just as his scar hurt violently again, and his heart became more and more worried about Sirius.

The phone booth trembled violently, and then fell rapidly, and the strong sense of weightlessness made everyone a little unstable, and they staggered into a ball.

"Ding!"

The door opened, and a few people rolled out in a state of confusion, and there was no one else in the main hall with the huge golden fountain in sight.

"Something is wrong! Let's hurry! Harry drew his wand and ran in the direction of the elevator. The others followed closely behind with their wands in hand and climbed into the elevator.

After everyone had entered, Harry quickly tapped on the ninth button, and the elevator went down quickly. This time it was a little slower, but not much slower, and it didn't take long for an indifferent girl to say "Department of Mysterious Affairs", and the next second the fence door creaked open.

When I got out of the elevator, I was faced with the black corridor that had appeared many times in my dreams. Hope was in sight, and Harry couldn't wait, so he ran inside. The others had no choice but to follow.

"Which door shall we enter?" Pushing open the ordinary black door, standing in the circular black hall, facing the twelve black doors that were still rotating without any signs, everyone was stunned.

"What's going on?" Ron whispered, leaning closer to Harry.

"Presumably to keep us from knowing that you came in through that door." Ginny clenched her wand and whispered back.

"So what now?" Ron asked again.

Harry shook his head and said, "I can only try one by one, I know what that room looks like, as long as we find ......"

With that, Harry opened a black door on his right.

The first room was empty, with only a few tables, and in the middle was a huge glass cistern with a few strange pearly white things swimming lazily.

"What's that?"

"I don't know."

"Trembling maggots! Dad said the Ministry of Magic was nurturing ......"

"No, it's the brain."

"Something's wrong, it's time for us to get out of here."

"Wait a minute...... Hermione stopped Harry as she left and Luna was about to close the door.

Holding her wand, she swiped a red X in the air against the door and whispered, "The mark appears!" ”

The door was shut, and it spun again, but the red mark was still firmly printed on the door.

"Good way!" Harry gave a thumbs up, then pushed open a door again.

Their luck didn't seem to be very good, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious after searching for more than half of the place in Harry's dream. But there is no other way, you can only try them one by one, and the stupid way will always be found.

After Hermione had marked eight doors, Harry didn't hesitate to push open the ninth. As far as the eye can see, there are rows of tall shelves, filled with crystal balls, some dim, some glowing green.

"This is it!" Harry was excited, "In the ninety-seventh row, he's right there!" ”

He ran to the inside of the room, looked through the rows, and soon found the ninety-seventh row, but there was no difference between it and the rest of the place, nothing.

"No, it can't be......" Harry was a little devastated, he ran back and forth several times, but there was still nothing, "he should be right here!" What I see! ”

"That...... Harry, you should take a look at this......" Neville pulled Harry, who was spinning like a headless fly, and pointed to a crystal ball on the shelf, "There's your name on it. ”

"What?" Harry looked over in annoyance, and when he read the words on the label, he was stunned again, his name and Voldemort's name were on it.

As if driven by a mysterious force, Harry walked over to the crystal ball and slowly reached for it. There was an inexplicable voice whispering in my heart, repeating it over and over again......

"Get it...... Right...... Get it......"

Finally, his hand grasped the crystal ball, and the green light on it suddenly brightened a little, and the erratic clouds inside became more active.

"Very well, Potter ......" a deep voice sounded, "Now, turn around slowly and give it to me ......"

Everyone's bodies froze, but Harry was even more so. He turned around and noticed that there were many more people in black cloaks around him, blocking the road on both the left and right.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and Harry recognized the man he had just spoken.

"Malfoy!"

Lucius sneered, lifted his hood, pale blonde hair fell softly over his shoulders, and his cold, gray-blue eyes stared directly at Harry.

"Give it to me, Potter!" He shuffled and let out a long voice, his palms reaching upward.

Harry clutched the crystal ball, looked warily at the men in black around him, and asked, "Where's Sirius?" ”

"Hahaha......"

Several Death Eaters burst out laughing, with one female voice being the most prominent.

"The Dark Lord is a genius!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry said.

"I want to know where Sirius is!" The female voice learned it in a comical tone, causing the Death Eaters to laugh again.

While the Death Eaters were laughing, Harry, Hermione and the others got back to back, and he whispered, "Don't do anything, ...... for now"

"Oh! He's giving orders to other kids! Looks like they're going to wrestle with us! The woman said loudly in a funny voice.

"Bellatrix, this is Potter, full of personal heroism......," Lucius said, then put away the smile on his face and said coldly to Harry, "Give me the prophecy ball, Potter, and don't let me say it again!" ”

"Impossible!" Harry directly refused, "This is called a prophecy ball? Is it important to you? ”

"I don't want to say any more, bring it!" Lucius said impatiently.

"Tell me where Sirius is!" Harry didn't flinch, clutching the prophecy ball tightly and yelling at Lucius.

"What nonsense, Lucius." Bella couldn't wait, she pointed her wand at Harry, shouting, "Prophecy Ball ......"

Harry was ready, holding his wand in front of him, shouting, "Armor! Just in time, the prophecy ball didn't fly out of his fingertips.

"That's good, Potter, ......" Bella's eyes grew frantic and her face became hideous, which made Harry and the others even more nervous, and before they knew it, the palms of the wands were sweating.

"Smack, smack, slap......"

Suddenly, there was a round of applause, and the group of Death Eaters around them moved, dodging a path in the middle, and even Lucius and Bella stood on either side.

A tall man with a black hood walked over slowly, his clean hands clapping rhythmically.

"It's you, Harry......" A familiar voice sounded, and before Harry could remember whose kung fu it was, Hermione suddenly pulled him by the hand, and walked in front of the man in two or three steps, raising his hand to slap him.

"Is this how we greet after a long absence?" Hermione's raised hand was directly grabbed by the man, and she raised her other hand, only to be caught as well.

While Harry was still wondering who the man who was giving him the familiar feeling was, Ron suddenly yelled.

"It's you! It's you! ”

"Ike Stred!"