If it weren't for its terrifying appearance and strange characteristics, Thestrals would have been a very good mount.

Although the Thestrals of Hogwarts had barely left, when Harry and the others walked out of the Ministry, they still arrived at the entrance of the Ministry.

That red phone booth.

A few people squeezed in, Harry had a good memory, and he remembered the number where he and Mr. Weasley had gone to the Ministry of Magic.

After typing, the indifferent female voice rang out.

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood," he said, as he quickly uttered a flurry of names, "we're here to save people, unless your Ministry of Magic has already saved people." ”

Harry was only answered by the nonchalant female voice, "Thank you, guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." ”

Five badges are dropped from the return slot, each with their names on them, as well as the rescue mission.

Obviously, this female voice is not a real person.

As the female voice uttered the last sentence, the phone booth slowly sank.

Harry and the others were fortunate that there were no gorillas like Slytherin Gale and Crabbe, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to squeeze into the phone booth.

When they arrived at the familiar Golden Hall, they found the place unusually quiet.

The fireplace embedded in the four walls did not have a flame rising, and the entire Ministry of Magic did not have the slightest popularity.

"The Ministry of Magic wants you to have a nice night." The cold female voice sounded for the last time.

The door to the phone booth slammed open, and Harry walked out.

The sound of running water came from the golden Magic Brothers Fountain, and even the person who was supposed to be the inspector was gone.

Harry led the way down the hall, and even though Barty felt that some of the Ministry of Magic equipment was in disrepair, the place was still huge.

The more Harry walked inside, the more uneasy he became.

The last time he came over, the Ministry of Magic was full of people.

Even if it's close to the end of work, it can't be that there is no one without it.

Go through the golden fence gate and head towards the elevator.

The sense of unease grew stronger, but he was concerned about Sirius, and pressed the button at the bottom.

"Percy works here," Hermione said suddenly, "Ron said he's a workaholic, and that time might still be there." ”

With that, Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry said anxiously, "We don't have that time. ”

Hermione stopped talking, and Ginny's mind moved.

At Weasley's house, Percy treats Ginny very well.

After all, the room is full of brothers and brothers, and there is only one sister.

She looked at the button that led to the fifth floor and silently jotted it down.

Luna was like a little goggle who had strayed into the Ministry of Magic, and Ginny felt the need to protect her.

The elevator arrives at the Department of Mysteries and the fence door opens.

The hallway outside was empty, and at the end there was a black door that matched Harry's dream.

Harry looked at the door, it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, to be precise, he'd seen it too many times in his dreams in a year.

"Let's go." Harry whispered, as if he was afraid of alarming anyone.

With only a few feet to go from the Black Gate, Harry recalled Hermione's suggestion and said, "Actually, Hermione is right, we might have someone to find Percy and ......"

"I don't think there's a problem with this proposal, but I have a question," Ron asked, "how do we meet if Percy isn't there and we're separated again?" ”

As if sensing Harry's thoughts, Ron said, "Don't try to abandon us, buddy. ”

Harry looked back at the four, and there was no flinching on their faces.

After that impulse, he gradually calmed down.

He suddenly realized that Hermione was right, but he was not calm sometimes.

So he wanted to face it alone, but his companions didn't back down.

Now standing in front of the door, there is no choice.

Harry came to the Black Door, as in a dream, and the door opened.

They stepped in, and it was a large, circular room.

The black walls were inlaid with many black doors, all of which were identical, with no markings or handles.

Branch-like candles dotted the walls, and blue flames flickered with a cold glow that cast onto the shiny marble floor, making it look like dark water.

"Who closed the door?" When Harry said that, he regretted it.

When Ron closed the door, the room that wasn't bright enough could only rely on the glow of the slightest flame.

Harry just wanted to get over as quickly as he could, but at that moment, the twelve doors of those dreams spun around.

It's the wall, the round wall that rotates up. m.

When they stopped, they didn't even know which door they had come in.

Harry and they needed to calm down, and now they couldn't tell which was the entrance in their dreams, so they had to open a door by luck.

It was an empty room.

Perhaps after experiencing the darkness of the previous room, they felt that this room was much brighter.

There weren't the flickering, flickering lights Harry had seen in his dreams.

There were only a few tables, and in the center there was a huge glass tank large enough for a few of them to swim in.

Inside the tank was a dark green liquid, and there were many pearly white things floating around lazily.

Ginny thought it was a fish, Luna thought it was a trembling maggot, but Hermione recognized it at a glance.

That's the brain.

Watching a bunch of brains swim is not a comfortable view.

"Let's get out of here." Harry said, "It's not right here, we need to find a new door." ”

"There are some doors here, too." Ron pointed to the walls around him, and Harry's heart sank.

The Department of Mysteries doesn't know how big it is, and it doesn't know how many such doors there are.

But this place was different from the room in his dream, and he led everyone back to the dark room.

Just as she was about to close the door, Hermione shouted to stop her.

She took her wand and marked the door, meaning that the door had opened.

The smart approach made all the friends think she was really smart.

When the door was closed, and turned again, they saw at once the door through which they had entered.

Harry walked to another door, and the others followed, wands raised.

This time the room was even bigger than the previous one.

It is rectangular in shape, with a large stone pit about twenty feet deep in the middle.

Surrounded by stepped stone benches, they stood on the very top.

It felt like Harry had been to the Wizengamot courtroom before.

The difference is that the place is larger, and at the same time there is not a chair with a chain in the middle, but a high platform with a stone arch erected on it.

That arch is very old, dilapidated, and decayed.

What's even more surprising is that it was able to stand up and stay there.

There was no support around it, only a tattered black curtain or draperium.

There was no wind, but the drapery could be seen fluttering gently.

Harry suddenly spoke, "Who's there?" ”

He jumped down and stepped on rows of stone benches to the bottom of the stones in the pit.

"Sirius?" He seemed to hear some voices coming from inside.

But there was nothing behind it, and Harry heard a murmuring voice, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Harry, let's go, shall we?" Hermione called for Harry to leave.

Harry shouted to the arch, "What are you talking about?" ”

"No one is talking, Harry!" Hermione couldn't sit still, and she walked down.

But Harry was very stubborn in dodging her outstretched hand, which made Hermione feel very bad.

This is the Department of Mysteries, the most important place for the Ministry of Magic.

No one knows what magic affects whom.

Luna also seemed to be affected, which made Hermione more upset and angry.

"We're here to save Sirius, don't be stupid at the arch!"

Her words had worked, and Harry had gone back to business.

Harry stepped down from the platform, and when he turned around, Ginny was standing there.

Hermione didn't say a word, and went up and pulled Ginny down.

Ron wanted to speak and stopped, it was his sister, could he be gentle.

Too much time had been wasted here, and Harry was a little distracted.

As he went out, he asked Hermione if she knew what it was.

Hermione gave him a roll of the eye, how could he possibly know.

Leave a mark on the door and close it again.

The walls spun again.

After stopping, Harry walked to a door.

I pushed it, but the door didn't open.

They were excited, and maybe they had found the right place.

Hermione couldn't open it with the Lockpicking Charm, and Harry took out the knife Sirius had given him, which was better than the Lockpicking Charm, and could unlock all the locks.

But after inserting it into the crack of the door, not only did it not open the door, but the knife also melted.

They couldn't do anything, and Hermione didn't think it would be this because Harry was in his dreams of getting through.

After leaving the mark, the wall turned again.

After stopping this time, Harry pushed open a door.

He looked at the familiar and dancing spots of light, and he couldn't help but be excited.

You've got the right one!

They quickened their pace and ran towards the other door of their dreams.

...

Some people died, but not completely......