Under the night, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and several other students flew toward London with Thestrals.
They still had some scars and blood on their faces.
Apparently, there was a fight.
Not long ago, Harry walked out of the exam room clutching his forehead and headed straight for the Headmaster's office.
He had to ensure that Sirius was still at 12 Grimmauld Place.
The previous conversation with Alvin still played a role. At least he would use his head to figure out if this was Voldemort's conspiracy.
He first sent several messages to Lupin and Sirius with the device, but unfortunately, no one answered.
Desperate, he could only use Umbridge's fireplace to check out Grimmauld Place.
With the help of Ginny and other friends, Harry successfully entered the Headmaster's office and went to Grimmauld Place.
Harry's expression changed when Kreacher told him that all the Order of the Phoenix members were gone.
But before he could ask any more questions, Umbridge returned.
A war broke out between the two sides. After bringing down Umbridge and several of her henchmen, Harry also decided to go to the Ministry of Magic to save Sirius.
It's just that he didn't want to let Ron and others participate in it. Still, after being scolded by Ginny with a few words, Harry could only bring his friends and embarked on the journey to the Ministry of Magic.
Although it was already June, the Thestral flew extremely fast, and the altitude was not low.
Harry and the others were frozen in the sky, and their lips were slightly purple.
Just when they couldn't hold on anymore, the Thestral finally reached their destination.
Fortunately, the entrance to the Ministry of Magic's guests was remote, plus it was getting late at night.
Otherwise, they would fall swaggeringly from the sky and immediately be on the newspaper's front page.
The young wizards, who had never been to the Ministry of Magic except for Harry, looked both excited and nervous.
"Hold your wands, and always be ready for battle."
Harry ordered and walked into the dilapidated phone booth.
He is now extremely thankful that he still remembers the process that Mr. Weasley brought him.
"Six-one-two-four-four-two!"
Turning the dial repeatedly, a woman's indifferent voice sounded in the phone booth.
"The Ministry of Magic welcomes you. Please indicate your purpose and personal information."
"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, Seamus Finnigan."
"We're here to save people! So please hurry!"
Harry finished speaking very quickly and then tapped the phone continuously.
"Thank you," the female voice was still indifferent. "Guest, please take your badge and pin it in front of your clothes, and do a wand check in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic."
Everyone quickly pinned those badges, and the phone booth began to descend.
A golden light hit their feet, and the main entrance of the Ministry of Magic appeared in front of them.
Harry didn't go out immediately but looked out tentatively with his wand to make sure no one was waiting for them.
"Okay, let's go."
After careful observation and confirming that no one was outside, Harry and his friends rushed to the Department of Mysteries.
No one appeared along the way. This is actually very unscientific. In such a large organization as the Ministry of Magic does not even have a gatekeeper at night?
When several people took the elevator to the Department of Mysteries, Harry looked at the black and gold door without a trace of strangeness.
Over the past few months, he has come to this place countless times in his dreams, and now he has finally taken this step.
Harry walked cautiously ahead, the others quietly following him.
Just like returning to his own home, he easily walked through the gates.
"Harry, have you been here?"
Looking at his performance, Ginny finally couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Harry didn't look back. "I've been here countless times."
He desperately recalled where Sirius appeared in his mind.
Cabinet...Crystal Ball...Large round turntable.
One element after another flashed through his mind.
After several twists and turns, they entered a bizarre hall.
This room is incomparably huge, with a stone pit in the middle and an old stone door with a tattered curtain.
"Harry." Ron rubbed his arms uncomfortably. "Sirius shouldn't be here, right? Let's find him quickly."
The room made him feel bad. Not only he but everyone else was somewhat uncomfortable.
The only exception was Harry, who seemed to hear something calling and telling him something from behind the Veil.
But the distance between him and Veil was too far, and he could always hear it vaguely.
Although he was curious, finding Sirius was the first priority. Harry could only make a mark on the room door and leave.
After going through almost all the rooms of the Department of Mysteries, several people came to a room similar to a church.
It is filled with tall shelves with various glass balls on them.
"Right here!"
Harry snorted excitedly and moved forward cautiously.
He was talking about something. He didn't dare to use the Wand-Lighting Charm and could only see the number of the cabinet clearly with the help of the dim light of the Prophecy Record.
"Eighty-four...eighty-six...nine-three...ninety-seven!"
At the edge of the wall, Harry also came to the destination of the trip.
But there is no trace of Sirius here. To be precise, except for a few of them, there is no one else in the whole room.
Harry searched down the aisle when Neville stuttered.
"Harry, look at that crystal ball."
He stepped forward and looked at a Prophecy Record. The date on it was sixteen years ago, and the content was horrifying.
"The Dark Lord and Harry Potter."
Harry stared blankly. He unconsciously reached out to take it down and take a closer look.
Why does it have the Dark Lord's name on it?
"Do not move!"
Ginny screamed and interrupted him.
"Mum said that the Department of Mysteries is so weird. You shouldn't touch anything, Harry!"
"Don't worry, Ginny. There's my name on it. I'll take a look and put it back."
Harry gently took the Prophecy Record without taking his girlfriend's words to heart. "Look, nothing happened, did it?"
At this moment, a lazy voice came from behind them with a touch of deep sarcasm.
"Very well, Potter, you are as stupid as the Dark Lord said."
"Turn around now and give me the Prophecy Record in your hand."